My fiancé has postponed our wedding thrice. He fathered a child with a lady with whom they got misunderstandings and broke up.
When I met him, he was single. His house was disorganized just like any other bachelor’s. He told me the mother of his baby went to Malaysia to work and left the baby with him. So, he took the baby to his mother.
When I came into his life, I organized him and even brought his daughter back to him. I looked after the little girl and we were a happy little family. I nicknamed my step-daughter ‘Sugar’ because of her love for the icing whenever we had cake at home.
One day, my fiancé told me Mama ‘Sugar’ had returned from Malaysia and wanted to see her daughter. I felt it was her right; so, I accepted she comes over.
When she came, she did not greet me, but was all over her daughter and my fiancé.
“Daddy, kyeyo business is not easy, but I hung in there because I was working for our family,” she narrated as I laughed to her narrative. She even called him Daddy!
Everyone knows what she was doing in Malaysia; so, I did not feel any itch of the impact of her tales to my fiancé.
Papa ‘Sugar’ completely ignored his ex’s tales of kyeyo. He cut her visit short by telling her that we were going for a church fellowship as a family – ‘Sugar’, himself and me.
She went away grumbling but did not lose the opportunity of telling me about her plan of reclaiming her status in the home.
“Madam, don’t be so comfortable here. I will sell the last hair on my body to see you out of here, whether by force or by remote power. Nkt!” she cursed.
Things started changing for the worse a month after Mama Sugar’s visit. My fiancé started coming home very late, and sometimes spending a weekend, allegedly, on a working visit outside Kampala. I did not believe him whenever he came up with such excuses, but I did not complain.
I tried to talk to my sweetheart, to see why things had changed so much, but he ignored my pleas for a simple chat with him. This is a man who had told me how nightmarish his relationship was with his ex.
He had, on many occasions, caught Mama Sugar with men, and he concluded that their differences were irreconcilable, that is why he sent her packing. And when I came to his life, his whole family was very supportive and happy that I had brought sanity to their son and brother. I had felt safe.
Before the lady came back, we had had a very nicely organized introduction, and we had put money together for a wedding. But as I talk, the wedding has been postponed three times, by my fiancé without a sounding reason.
I have a good job, and I can support myself without him. But I must admit I love him. He is a good man, and if this lady had not come back, we would be good.
After Mama Sugar came back, my fiancé started hiding his phone, chatting from the toilet, he changed his passwords and yet before that, he would ask me to answer his calls for him. We shared passwords on social media, we did things together. But now I feel defeated.
I’m one month pregnant, but am planning not to tell him. I thought, moving out would make him realize that I had done so much in his life. He will then realize that it’s his loss, not mine. I will be able to take care of myself. When he realizes that his ex is just out to disorganize him, it will be too late to reverse my reactions.
I am planning to hide my pregnancy so that I don’t have Papa Sugar following me, looking for his child. It’s true what they say, that a person falls in love truly, once. I love him, but I love myself and my peace more.
