Sophie* (32) thought she’d finally found the family she’d always wanted when she got pregnant. But as the years went by, she kept uncovering painful secrets that would end her seven-year relationship and leave her a single mum of two. In this story, she opens up about the betrayals that changed how she sees love.
I’m single for the first time in years and finally free from my baby daddy. Right now, I’m not interested in dating. Maybe that will change in the future, but my last relationship drained me so badly that dating isn’t in my cards for now.
I grew up very sheltered. I was raised in a very religious environment, so I barely dated.
But that changed when I got into university, where I met my first boyfriend, David*. We met on a 2go group chat in 2014. We attended the same College of Education, so we became friends. Eventually, he told me he liked me, and we started dating.
It wasn’t bad. We broke up and got back together several times over two years because he wasn’t very serious about the future.
He’d give vague responses whenever I tried to talk about where the relationship was headed. He also didn’t believe in marriage and didn’t want to be tied down because he dreamed of leaving the country. That bothered me because I’ve always wanted a family.
I was raised by my aunt, and although she treated me well, I often felt isolated. So I wanted the kind of close-knit family I didn’t have growing upHe also smoked, which I wasn’t comfortable with. Eventually, towards the end of my programme, our differences led us to break up.
The relationship had run its course, so it was easy to move on. After school, in 2019, I got a job at a school and moved to Niger State. That’s where I met Paul*.
I was visiting a friend and walking around her neighbourhood when he approached me. He told me he worked at a church nearby and had noticed me around. He said he liked me and collected my number.
I wasn’t completely sold at first. He was short and smallish, but the more we talked, the more I liked him. He was very sweet. Eventually, he asked me out and I said yes.
At first, it seemed like we aligned on many things. Then, about two months into the relationship, I found out I was pregnant.
It was a huge shock. I was nervous about telling him because he worked for a church, and pregnancy outside marriage was obviously frowned upon. But his reaction surprised me. He was very happy and kept reassuring me that a child was a blessing.
He started talking about meeting my people and eventually getting married. I’d always wanted a family, and here was someone who seemed ready to give me exactly that.
I kept it from then until I was about four months pregnant. They weren’t happy about the situation, but there wasn’t much they could do.
We went ahead with the introduction, and that was when I got my first glimpse into his web of secrets. If his family hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have found out he already had a child.
His mother came with a little girl who was about six years old. I initially thought she was his niece, but when I asked about the child, she said, “Didn’t Paul tell you about his first child?”
That was the first time I’d heard about any child. I wasted no time confronting him, and he became defensive. He explained that it had happened when he was younger with a woman from his hometown. He also added that it didn’t matter since he was no longer with her mother.
It hurt to find out that way, but we’d only been together for a short time, so I took it as a mistake from his past.
We didn’t. We’d planned to have a church wedding, but his pastor refused to wed us after they found out I was pregnant. I suggested having a traditional wedding instead, but he refused to participate in the village traditional marriage rites because they went against his religious beliefs.
While we were trying to figure out what to do, the COVID lockdown started. I eventually moved in with him, and we agreed to have the baby first and sort out the marriage afterwards.
At first, it was really good. He was caring and supportive throughout my pregnancy.
Money was our main challenge. Neither of us was earning enough, so shortly after I gave birth, I started my own tailoring business. I’d learnt to sew while living with my aunt, and my cousins pooled money together to help me open a shop. The business picked up almost immediately and eventually became our main source of income.
In 2022, his church wanted to transfer him to another state in the East. He didn’t want to go and was already frustrated with the job, so he resigned. I wasn’t happy about it, but he convinced me it was the best decision for our family’s stability.
Unfortunately, that was when things took a turn for the worse.
He started asking for money for almost everything, and whenever I couldn’t give him what he wanted, he got angry.
I kept encouraging him to find a job, but he stayed at home for over a year. His mother would also call me about things she needed, and I’d send her money on his behalf.
Around that time, I’d just had our second child, so the financial pressure became overwhelming. Eventually, I pushed him to start tutoring students in 2023.
I expected him to start contributing to the household, but he still wasn’t giving me any money. I was paying for almost everything, while he always avoided questions about what he was doing with his earnings. His dodginess made me suspicious until I decided to look into it.
One day in December, while he was out running personal errands, I checked his phone for his bank transactions.
That’s when I noticed he was regularly sending money to a woman named Martha*.
I searched for her on WhatsApp and went through their messages. I didn’t need to read much before I realised they were romantically involved.
I confronted him and asked why he was sending her money. I was furious about the affair and even threatened to find her myself.
That’s when he admitted that they had a child together.
Precisely. I was devastated. I also realised the child was only a few months younger than our second child, which means it wasn’t a distant relationship from the past.
I couldn’t believe that after everything I did for him, he could betray me in that way.
Since I was the one paying the rent, I told him to leave. But I couldn’t stay angry for long. I also worried about what people would say when they found out.
So, against better judgment, I asked his family to mediate after I’d calmed down. He apologised and promised to end his relationship with Martha. Eventually, I agreed to let him come back on the condition that he paid the electricity bill and contributed towards food.
But forgiving him didn’t mean I’d forgotten what happened. I never fully moved past it. I didn’t trust him the way I used to, and our relationship was never the same.
For a little while. But I also struggled with how uninvolved he was with our children. Even though I was running my business and he was home most of the time, I couldn’t rely on him to look after them. I often had to take them to my shop.
Over time, I got so exhausted that I didn’t even want him touching me. Our sex life took a big hit, and he often used that to justify some of his behaviour.
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