My boyfriend of four years got a job offer in Canada and we were ecstatic about the news.
For six months, I was the one running around helping him process his transcripts, doing midnight prayers, and even lending him ₦10 million to complete his proof of funds from my business account and a loan I collected for this journey.
We agreed I would join him next year. The night before his flight, we had a quiet dinner at a restaurant he was looking at me with so much emotion.
He held my hands, cleared his throat, and said, "Babe, you are the best woman a man could ask for. But I want us to be very honest with ourselves so we don't hurt each other."
My mind immediately went into defense mode.He went on to say that long-distance relationships rarely work in Canada due to the weather and stress. He suggested that we should do an "open relationship" while he is away.
He said if he finds someone there to help him get his permanent residency faster through marriage, I shouldn't be angry, because it's just "strategic survival," and he will still be sending me money.
I sat there looking at this man wearing the designer shirt I bought him for his birthday. I didn't make a scene or panic in the restaurant.
I just smiled, stood up to use the restroom, I took his phone with me since I knew the password to his phone. I opened his banking app, transferred my ₦10 million back to my account with the description "Strategic Survival Fund," deleted the messages alert and returned to my sit.
I went to my settings and played my phone ringtone to make it look like a call came in and it was urgent, that was how I walked out of the restaurant, entered a Bolt, and blocked him everywhere.
Let him go and survive the Canada cold with clean slate and zero balance, open relationship my foot.