Women care too soon men care too late
I read a story here about a man asking how to get back his wife's heart. It reminded me of a time I became a man's side chick and the side chick became the main woman.
Munange nga I fall in love with this man. Tweyagadde, tutuno. We weren't living together but spent most of the time either at his place or he comes to mine. We have each others spare keys. Ngeenda nefumba, nenjoza, akatunda nkamudde, leave his place sparkling clean. I've met most of his friends, his family, the neighbors know me kwegamba my territory clearly defined.
One day, he asked me to give him his spare key because he had lost his. I didn't think too much into it.
Kumbe there was trouble brewing. I started finding my clothes not where I'd left them. Seeing him was now a problem because he was ever "hanging out with friends, he'll let me know when he'd be home." Something that never happened before. If he was to hang out, he'd give me the option to join him. I'd wait and wait and wait but wapi. He'd call the next day, mbu "the night went on till late."
This started happening frequently and the red flags were now setting in. One day, I went to a party but we had planned I'd go to his place after. At around midnight, nga I go over. I think he had forgotten that I was to go there. I didn't even call since he had said he'd be home. So when I reached the gate, I saw the light on, I paid the Uber guy and he left. Nga I knock on the gate. I knocked for over 15 minutes. Even picked a stone and used it to knock. Meanwhile I'm calling but he's not picking.
Only to see the sitting room light go off. Now I was stuck outside at one in the morning. The place was too far from the road. I was freezing. After like an hour munange nga I brave the journey back to the main road, got a boda and went home. Next day, the guy called and quarreled banange. You can't come to my place at such a time and expect me to open for you. Guy yanyomba until I apologized. But things got from bad to worse. One day, I confronted him and he told me he had met another woman and things were pretty serious. "Banange nagwa eddalu" I was getting crazy until he blocked me on all his social media and handles.
Using another number, I called and begged and cried... Can't he love the two us? I cried. He said he can have the two of us but the other one is the one he loves more. Now I had become the side chick.
He'd come to my place but I couldn't go to his. Condition was never to call him after 8pm. Naguma thinking I'd win him back. Naye the tears I'd cry every night! ??????
After like three months, I was like nfaaki omwaana wo'Mutooro. I told him it was either her or me. He said it was her. He said what he can offer me was friendship and I told him I had enough friends.
Thank you very much. I was done! He was dead to me now. It's like a switch had been turned off. Now I had the duty to collect my broken pieces and fix them back together. About eight months later, he called. He's very sorry. He wanted the other chick because she had money and connections. But things backfired. But it's over now and he wants me back. Mbu akooye living a life of pretense with someone he doesn't love. I was in the arms of someone else and the phone was on speaker. I told him I was sorry to hear things didn't work out. But can he please never call me again? He called again. Severally. No picking. Even came to my place a few times. No opening the door. Last time I saw him, he was sitting in his car, outside my place at one in the morning. When a woman's fed up, there's nothing you can do about it. Why do men always forget this until it's too late?
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