I had been dating this smart and beautiful woman for a few years.
Betty was a wild babe and that was my attraction to her.
She drank, she smoked, she swore like a danfo driver but she was also very neat, very well read, as in she was a Masters degree ‘holder at the time we met. She was just 23 years and already planning on getting her Phd. So you see, she intrigued me a lot and add that to the fact that she was sexy, not beautiful in the true sense of a beautiful babe but if Betty stepped into the room, all eyes would be on her. She was tall, brown skinned, you know, melanin popping proper, big lips, bigger eyes and a big bum…she no get breast, jare but who cares and she was a kicker in bed!
What else does a man want?
She was my pride, my babe, my love for three years but like I said before, she was a wild child.
She wanted to travel the world, she wanted to have sex in places that…like she wanted us to just strip at the park one day and have sex, haba, when we could get a room! That kind of thing was tripping for a younger man, you know, I liked that she was uninhibited.
However, she was incredibly jealous of any girl I so much as looked at!
I used to tell her, “What man would have you at his side and look at another woman?”
…yes, I know that is not true, man must look…but I had to keep telling her that because the wahala Betty gave me over any babe that passed by was too much.
She was literally stalking me at one time, online, offline, she checked my phone, checked my mails, she was forever suspicious of me and this is the kind of thing that can make a man look elsewhere.
Who wants a monitoring spirit as a girlfriend or wife for that matter?
Betty had what many women would die for, yet she was suspicious of every female that was not related to me by blood and she would curse them like…danfo drivers…you get it!
Omo, the babe was smart, so I really had to watch what I told her. If for instance, she found out that I was at a place I didn’t tell her I would be, I would be grilled until I confessed “my sins.”
I was living in bondage because, if I told her one lie, she would grill me so hard that many times I was often caught in my own lie. I began to tell myself, yes this babe is a good lay, yes she is smart, yes she is a woman I can show off to my friends but man mi, no peace of mind.
At the end of the day, I began to look for ways to break up with her and the only way I knew was for her to find me with another babe.
Getting another babe was easier said than done, most of the girls in our circle wouldn’t touch me with a long spoon, they feared Betty and those who didn’t know her were quickly warmed off me. I was miserable, the things that made me happy with Betty were the same things that made me want to leave her.
Then I met Ada and I knew I was done with Betty.
Ada didn’t check my phone, didn’t query me, was just content with herself. I knew I had to end it with Betty. So I invited Betty to an outing. You know, she herself had been suspecting that something had been off between us for a long time. She had been threatening me, she would do this, she would do that but I kept telling her, our relationship is not a do or die affair.
More so, I am the kind of guy that even if I was ending a relationship with a girl, why become enemies? You know, I wanted us to have a clean break.
Anyway, I told Betty I wanted us to go out, I wanted a public place so that even if she would display her madness, the people around would kind of hold her back. I also didn’t want her getting emotional or throwing tantrums…you know Betty was a wild child like I said.
With the benefit of hind sight, I should I simply have walked out on her, got married and she would find out on Facebook or Instagram or wherever because she is unworthy of the dignity I bestowed on her.
What did she do?
I told her I didn’t want her to hear about my new woman, from outsiders, so I thought it best to tell her myself.
I told her I respected her but obviously things weren’t going on well between us, maybe she should try other men, maybe I too should try other women.
You know. I thought I was talking to a human being.
I was wrong…no, I had been right about her sanity but I was wrong to have treated her like a human being!
Betty was all smiles, she said she was a matured woman who could take a “betrayal.”
“I didn’t betray you Betty, I fell out of love because you were practically choking me”
She said, “Ok, ok, whatever, let’s just kiss and say goodbye”
I was already dancing in my mind, ‘Thank God this went well, thank God I chose a public place…’ so I leaned over to give her a peck. She said, “Ah, after three years of relationship, you owe me more than a peck, let’s kiss.”
I drew near, she got up from her seat, perched on the table, drew my head to her and we kissed…as soon as I tried to pull back, she just sank her teeth into my upper lip…
I thought she was up to her usual naughtiness. I tried to pull back with force, but she sank her teeth deeper into my lip…I tasted blood, no, this was no kiss, this was a chewing off, a bite…I began to trash around but her teeth had cut into my flesh, and was sinking even deeper, I heard the tearing of my flesh in my head as she bit into my upper lip with her teeth and dug on still.
At this time, I was groaning loudly and flaying my arms for help…my eyes looked around for help. I scattered the table, plates, bottles, cutlery fell and people came to my rescue!
There was blood, she had my lip between her teeth and was shaking her head widely as if to yank off my upper lip!
People tried to pulled her off, I couldn’t push anymore because my brain was on fire with pain, I literally heard my flesh tear in her mouth!
I passed out from pain…
I was told they beat her off me!
Till today, look at my lip, it had to be sewn back, seven stitches but it never came back to what it used to be.
As for Betty, If I set my eyes on her again, I will beat her to a pulp. To hell with “a man should not beat a woman!”
(Series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on true stories)