I have shared this story before, and I will share it again today in response to the hive learner's weekly prompt for week 82 episode 2. I'm going to be sharing my story about a time I broke my promise, I felt really bad for it. No one can imagine the pain and regret I felt breaking my promise, but it was certainly what had to be done. when I shared this story the last time, it was clear that it wasn't my fault in a way, but then you can't eat your cake and have it. I'm slow to make promises or decisions, and very careful about the kind of promises I make to anyone including myself.
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MY BROKEN PROMISE STORY
For the benefit of those visiting my blog for the first time, I will go over the story again. I had a girlfriend whom I loved so much, someone I had planned on settling down with after I was done with should. It happened that she got pregnant while we were still in school, and when she told me about it, I was already thinking about dropping out and taking hold of the job opportunity that came my way, which involved working with a prominent oil firm from which I could take care of her and the baby.
I knew life wouldn't be easy for us, but I made her a promise to stand by her no matter what and ensure we ended up together before we started dating, a promise I was ready to keep at all costs. But keeping this promise also meant that I had to break the promise I made to my mum which involved finishing my higher education before getting married. I was in between keeping the promise I made to my mum and the promise I made to the then love of my life.
It was a really tough decision to make, I couldn't sleep or eat for days thinking about my mistakes and how much my family would be disappointed with the decision I was about to make, and at the same time thinking about my child she was carrying, and how I couldn't just leave her selfishly. I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to leave her and the baby, and I was prepared to leave with the consequences of my actions knowing full well it would hurt my family.
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But to my surprise, she told me she wanted an abortion, and I had to pay for it. Abortion was something that never even crossed my mind, but I understood it was her body here, and she was scared too so I decided to talk to her mum about it hoping that she knew how much I meant well for her daughter, she would give her daughter the right advice. But the opposite was the case, both mother and daughter were on my neck saying I wanted to disgrace their family and I must provide money for the abortion.
I pleaded and pleaded but to no avail, there was nothing I could do to change their mind. Something in me knew an abortion wasn't the way, but since it was something she wanted to do, I had to give her the money for it. she went for the abortion which was carried out in the hospital by a professional doctor because I was also concerned about her health (she had a chronic ulcer). The abortion process was successful until she called me a week later that she was still pregnant and didn't understand what was going on. Reaching the hospital, she was confirmed pregnant, it was then the doctor said she was carrying twins, and one was hidden.
She said right there that she wanted to have another abortion, the doctor objected to it because of her condition, but she refused, and the hospital refused to proceed with the abortion process. I thought that would make her stop, but it only intensified the pressure she and her mum mounted on me to provide money for another abortion. She said she was going to use unprescribed pills this time, I objected to it but she stood her ground with her mum there to support her.
I had to bend by giving her what she wanted, but in doing so, I knew I could no longer continue with that relationship, thus I would be breaking my promise to her, and continue through school. After the abortion, it was as though everything was normal, but her decision to abort was a red flag I just couldn't condone in marriage. I felt disrespected and my decisions were un-regarded with her mum always giving her the moral to do whatever she wanted to do. Till today, the abortion feels like I lost a child that grew, even though in the real sense I wasn't even given the opportunity to see my twins.
A month after the abortion, I ended the relationship, and she thought I was joking and wouldn't be able to live without her. It was after a month of staying away she knew I was serious. Among many other things she did, it became clear that she took my love for her and turned it into a weapon against me. I later found out that she was always going to the hospital after the abortion because of the complications from the second abortion. she lost her womb in the process, and I wasn't there to support her true the pain. Even though I warned her against it, no woman deserves to live without a womb, but then again coming close would be putting my life and future in danger because it was clear she never meant well for me, and saving myself was the only alternative.
