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“I wanted my ex-girlfriend to be my good fit for a wife, not because she was the right fit, but because I had been with her for long, and felt, I owed it to her. I was not looking for a wife when my wife and I met. She wasn’t looking for another boyfriend, much less a husband. It wasn’t a prospect we had given up on. We were just not at that point in our lives to be focusing on that. But we found connection in that weird moment, and fell in love through fate. We allowed our feelings for each other through chance, and today, we are happy together.”KP

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“I was conflicted about many things when I met my wife. I had been laid off and was thinking about my next line of work, my ex-girlfriend wasn’t talking to me because I couldn’t afford to buy her a shoe and bag she desperately needed to match a dress, my best friend was mad at me for not attending his engagement, etc. So many things weren’t going right in my life. I was driving to the Accra Mall to meet a friend who had a job proposal. Just before curving to the car park, I saw my wife fighting with a guy. A few people had gathered cheering her on. She was on top of the guy, slapping and beating his face. It was a hilarious sight. I needed the laugh, so I parked my car by the roadside, locked it and rushed to the scene of the fight.

My whole mood was not fit to flirt but something about my wife’s puffy and sweaty face, turned me on. Oh, the things that can turn me on, you have no idea. I found her strength, on top of a man, looking all angry and pissed, pinning him to the ground, electrifying. There was a grey uncertainty that hovered over me. I held her hand and pulled her by-force, onto myself. She tried fighting and insulting me too, slapping my chest and shoulders and then face. I still did not let go, I held on tight, embraced her in my strong arms, begging her to calm down. The other guys pulled the assaulted man aside to quiet him too. My lady was in my arms for about one minute, almost calm, breathing so hard. Then I started getting hard in the process. I hardened so hard she felt it.

“Foolish man!” she whispered to my ears. She had my attention. Truth is, while I thought she was nice-looking and very attractive, I didn’t think we had much of a future. She was too strong to weak.  I told her I was going to take her to my car, and drive her to her destination. She agreed, so I let go of her. She straightened up, picked her purse from the ground, and walked with me to my car. A few times in my car, she would give me direct eye contact, as if to say, ‘This is crazy, but seriously dude, are you nuts?’ while I just found her expressions so funny and would smile at her, as if saying, ‘Girl, I like you too.’ In fact, that was the sign I had been waiting for. There was a connection. I wanted to talk, because a conversation would have flowed, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to ruin the silent moment. I was stuck by her waggishness and silly presence, I couldn’t help but to smile to myself.

My phone started ringing. It was the friend I was supposed to meet at the Mall. By then, I was on my way to Tema. I drove her to her house and promised to return the next day to check on her. I had to go back to the Mall to meet my friend. She asked for my number. I typed it into her phone, and drove off. Three minutes into my drive back, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. ‘I should have kissed her to see if she liked me too’, ‘I should have offered to dress her bruised arms and face’, ‘I should have, I could have… I should have, I could have’ those were the thoughts going through my mind.

That evening when I got home, I noticed out of nowhere, an insistent desire to be near her. I called my ex-girlfriend who I was dating then, but her phone was switched off. Until the moment I held my wife for the first time in my arms at the bus stop, I was twitchily promiscuous. Always treacherous, always on the lookout, always in love or lust with something different. I always wanted to chase a jaunt. I couldn’t end a night quietly. I always wanted a drink, some fun, to go somewhere else, to fuck, etc. And, it really, truly was one of the most fun blithe times of my life. But all of that suspended, when I felt that feeling at the bus-stop. Maybe all I ever needed was feeling, nothing more, and nothing less.

She called me that night to thank me for coming to her rescue. She told me she felt my dick pop and was calmed by the hardness it. We could not figure out what we both wanted, but we agreed feeling something special. She told me she was in a relationship, and did not know what to do with me. I told her I was in a relationship, and could not figure out what to do with my feelings for her too. I wanted my ex-girlfriend to be my good fit for a wife, not because she was the right fit, but because I had been with her for long, and felt, I owed it to her. I was not looking for a wife when my wife and I met. She wasn’t looking for another boyfriend, much less a husband. It wasn’t a prospect we had given up on. We were just not at that point in our lives to be focusing on that. But we found connection in that weird moment, and fell in love through fate. We allowed our feelings for each other through chance, and today, we are happy together

Five months later, I was single. My ex had found a man who could provide all of her needs. My wife found the courage to break up with her boyfriend. She told him the truth about her feelings for me, and they agreed on an amicable breakup. I have been married to my wife for seven years. We have two kids.”

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