No BS: Why We Broke Up

This is my confession.

I hope it helps someone in an abusive relationship and a must read for anyone who is tired of being fucked around by a woman seeing multiple people.

To be honest, it’s more of a personal decision and my article is only here to give a clear picture of some of the things I went through in the hand of this BITCH.

I know some of the women here are already angry with me for calling a fellow woman a bitch but what do you call a female dog who is seeing loads of people at the same time?

Ehn? Tell me what to call a woman that can stop you from attaining greater heights in life?

She fucked me for years.

She was also fucking others.

She’s still fucking others.

She’s a female dog with unstoppable taste for young and old people.

Please before you rush down to the comment box to give me an evening bath with Boko Haramed comments, please read my own side of the story first.

I met Comfo, short for Comfort in 2005 few months after NYSC. She was everything any man at that point could ask for . She was a bag of chips and a plate of Ofe Nsala.

In the beginning, it was fun and I was the envy of almost everybody in my neighbourhood.

We used to go on weekly dates and in most cases, we’d leave my house in the morning and I wouldn’t get back until late. To show you how much fun I had, I sometimes bought Akara and bread from some woman under Falomo Bridge.

Unlike what is obtainable these days, we didn’t go all the way in the first year. We took our time and I was willing to wait. We held hands ONLY for a good six months before she even considered giving a full mouth kiss and some other things she referred to as  “benefits”.  I was very happy and was satisfied with the kissing and handholding.  Even when some of my friends were toasting other people for a greener pasture, I was dedicated to my relationship with Comfo and was not looking elsewhere.

While we were on it, Comfo informed me that I was only allowed to see my parents 4 weeks in a year which I can decide on how and when to visit them in Aba. While that sounded cool, I was of the opinion that I could sneak out to see them without Comfo’s knowledge but that never really happened because I was so busy getting fucked by Comfo. Yes, sex with her was THAT good.

Four years later, I met this other young lady and we became friends. She was my side chic but we were sexing. She was always there for me and she taught me different ways to masturbate. As funny as it may sound, she put it to me that I could masturbate myself to satisfaction without any help from Comfo and as such would require no excuses to go visit my parents. She said that the good thing about masturbation is the ability to imagine anybody you want to satisfy yourself with and just do it.

I was seeing Comfo but I was masturbating on the side.

I changed jobs in 2008 but kept my relationship with Comfo because I was scared of the unknown. I didn’t know if I could find a better woman or if anybody would want me.

I even considered just keeping to masturbation, which was giving me everything I wanted as well as time to go visit my parents. At some point, I realised that I was getting more satisfaction from masturbation than fucking Comfo.

One night, I was going through Comfo’s BBMs when my eyes opened, I saw some things that came as a surprise to me.

While Comfo was fucking me, she was fucking so many other people. She was giving them the same excuse that they wouldn’t be great without her and may never find satisfaction. She has been fucking a 59years old man for 30 years making him remain in the same job.

She was not just fucking men; she was sleeping with loads of women too. I felt betrayed and used. She used me alongside so many others and made us believe no one would ever want us.

She made me believe I couldn’t do without her and I was very scared of leaving her even when I was getting more satisfaction out there through masturbation.

Dear All, if you are sacred of leaving a Comfo in your life right now, may this article change your opinion. Make sure it’s the right time and you’ve gotten all that you may ever need from her/him. I left Comfo in April 2011 and I have been a lot better.

Truthfully, life begins when you stop fucking THE COMFORT ZONE.