I Gave Him My Virginity, My Money, My Heart, Then He Dumped Me for a Slay Queen and Said ‘You’re Not My Type’

 

You see, I wasn’t born heartbroken. I was that girl who believed in love, loyalty, and saving myself for the right man. Then I met Brian, the man who made me question my worth, my sanity, and nearly cost me my life.

Brian walked into my life with a Bible in one hand and sweet lies in the other. We met at church during a youth seminar. He led praise and worship, so I thought, “This one must be from God.” I gave him my trust. I gave him my body. I gave him my future. And yes, I gave him my virginity, thinking he was “the one.”

When he had nothing, I was everything to him. I would Mpesa him money for rent, surprise him with shopping, even take boda bodas in the rain just to cook for him in his dusty one-room bedsitter. And not once did I complain, because I loved him.

The first red flag? He got a job at a forex trading firm in Upper Hill and immediately started changing. “I’m in a meeting,” “My battery died,” “I fell asleep at the office.” Lies started tasting like truth.

Then one Saturday, I went to visit him unannounced. I found lipstick on the glass table, two used wine glasses, and a strand of 28-inch Brazilian weave on his pillow. I stood there shaking, and that’s when he walked in, with her. to read more click here