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make you feel loved. I can be very understanding to whatever situation i find you in. I could give

ersons. It's either they are not good for me, or I'm not good for them, or they

enough to be presented to my family. I've dated the extremely and dangerou

rag me into his messed up life. I've dated the seemingly perf

around the waist that he feels like he holds a toothpick wh

m because of his lankiness. I can go on and on and on. It feels like my

amid of love. But after a few rounds of sex, they begin to create reasons that are irrelevant just so they could leave me. I once decided to take a

old, that his full reflection could be outlined on his well polished shoes. He looked breathtaking just as i looked stunning. I was

ries to get clients by looking expensive, as he says 'dress the way you

was well to do, comfortable and satisfied. I just needed a man to love and, if possible, get married to before i finally turned

x was beautiful. He taught me a lot of new sex positions and that spiced up our moments in bed. I was always thrilled whenever he complimented my body. He was good loo

of dreams came crumbling the moment i told him i was pregnant. Not just pregnant, but also HIV positive. How?

p with ladies who were attracted to him because of his 'little' money, sex anything in skirts, and then com

aying, "clients just love being around me, it's part of the job, yunno". And i decided to stop asking questions because i really w

ing with?". I looked at him with a question mark written all over my

ar voices and i felt something flowing through my veins. I was in the hospital. How exactly did i get here? Where i

consoled for the loss of my baby. I couldn't cry or give any emotions to how i felt. Desmond came to pick me up the next day and i was taken to his house. He began to explain how i fell and he tried helping me but i stood

his acts of abusing me by buying me flowers and taking me for a wardrobe change. I saw his efforts and decided to forgive him even if he never accepted his faults.We cont

drunk isn't a strange thing for Desmond. It was becoming his second nature. We weren't married but staying with him for months made