I thought Grace and I had a good relationship. I was sure of it. After all, they say friendship is a solid foundation for marriage. That is how we started. We were friends first. I knew her well. And everything I knew about her, I liked. She is a calm and peaceful person. Even when she is upset about something, she is not aggressive about it. She would address things in a peaceful manner......Read The Full Article>>.....Read The Full Article>>
When we decided to move from friends to lovers, the transition was smooth. We didn’t struggle to find our feet with the new changes. I knew what to expect and so did she. That’s how well we know each other. Her presence in my life had been nothing short of a blessing.
I hear what goes on in other people’s relationships and I am thankful that mine lacks drama. Sometimes my friends would come complaining about their chaotic girlfriends. After listening to their ordeal, I would say a secret prayer in my head, “God, thank you for giving me one of the few good women left on this green earth.”
She is not someone who would start a fight just because she is bored or feeling insecure. She is also not the type to flirt with or entertain other men. When it comes to these things, I trust her completely.
Sometimes I feel lazy when it comes to cooking my own meals. To satisfy my hunger, I resorted to buying street food. She doesn’t like it when I do that. Every time I tell her I went to buy food, she would give me a lecture about eating from street vendors. “Typhoid is real o, Kofi. You can cook so why are you exposing yourself to these things?” At first, I thought she was nagging me but eventually, I understood that she does it out of love.
Truly, ever since I started cooking my own meals, I have been better off. I save money and I don’t find myself eating food I mostly don’t enjoy. Needless to talk about the occasional stomach ache I get from badly cooked food.
I know she is a good woman but there was something about her that didn’t sit quite well with me. For the past two years we’ve been together, I noticed that all the times I lost or misplaced money, she was with me. Honestly, I didn’t make much of it at first. I told myself that I probably get so excited when she is around that I forget what I did with the money or where I kept it.
This continued until one day she visited me again. I had some money in my pocket. I was sure of the amount. When she left, the money had reduced significantly. It didn’t make sense that some of the money would disappear mysteriously. I live alone. The only other person apart from me who could have had access to the money was her. The thought that she was the one who might have taken the money broke my heart.
I didn’t even want to believe it was true. But when I looked back at all the times my money went missing around her, it made sense. If it was anyone else but Grace, I wouldn’t have hesitated to brand the person a thief. But when it came to her, I just could not allow myself to go there. This is Grace we are talking about. My calm and peaceful girlfriend who looks out for me even when she is afar. “There must be another explanation for these events,” I thought as I shook my head.
Recently, I moved to a place. I installed some cameras around the house and in the rooms for security purposes. When I was unpacking and decorating the space, I asked her to come over and help me. She has a keen eye for design. Also, who better help me put things in place than the woman I am sharing my life with?
When we were fixing the curtains in the bedroom, she excused herself. Later, I saw on the camera that she had snuck into the hall to steal GHC100 from my wallet. If I weren’t seated, I would have collapsed onto the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I felt a mix of emotions; shock, disappointment, and a sense of betrayal.
This experience has changed the way I see her and our relationship as a whole. I feel like I have been fooled. The trust I had for her is broken. What happened to the loyalty we both owed to each other? It appears while I am loyal to her, she is loyal to herself. Why else would she be stealing from me secretly all this while?
It’s been days since this happened but I am still trying to make sense of it all. She has a stable job so why would she even steal in the first place? Has anyone here experienced a similar situation? How did you handle it?
