I attempted suicide but for the fear of rendering my children fatherless.

Hello,

It’s been two months since my wife left me but it seems like yesterday. My children, a beautiful daughter and a son, live with me with a living picture of their mother on their faces. Twice have I attempted suicide but for the fear of rendering my children fatherless.

Cynthia and I became lovers when she was in the university, we got so intimate that we decided to tie the knot in less than four months. Her father had asked me to allow her finish conclude her BSc, and acquire her MSc before we thinking of marrying each other. We insisted because of the love we had for each other. So her father and I struck a deal—I would assume the responsibility of footing the bills of her education up to MSc.

Cynthia is a brilliant lady.  After bagging her BSc from a private university, we both decided to secure a visa for her to go and study abroad. She went overseas after obtaining her National Youth Service Corps certificate. She’d call me, ask of the children and tell me not to worry. She was a caring mother, partner and wife.

Things started getting awry when she finished her educational programme. I sent her several messages telling her how the kids were faring without her. She stopped calling, texting spontaneously, and even asking of the children. I paid the bills, I worked and sent money from Nigeria. Cynthia works but I only discovered that four months ago. She doesn’t spend her own hard currency on her education, she waited for me to send her money. I sent her a WhatsApp message asking her to come back to Nigeria since she has finished schooling. Each time I reminded her of her duties as a mother, she would give me one excuse or the other. The children were already yearning for motherly presence. Our girl needs her at this point of her life.

One day, I called Cynthia in the middle of the night (Nigerian time) and a man answered the call. I requested to speak with Cynthia and the next thing I heard was honey someone needs to talk to you on phone. Cynthia took the phone and ended the call almost immediately. I called her back repeated but Cynthia refused to take my calls. I called her back the following day and she denied ever allowing a man answer her call. I was shocked but I kept my cool. Two weeks later, the man called me with Cynthia’s phone requesting to know who the hell I am because I had bombarded Cynthia’s phone with messages to the extent that the young man became irritated and aroused to ask questions. I told him I was Cynthia’s husband and the rest was a furious altercation between me and the young man. The young man called me a Nigerian scammer. He called me all sorts of names.

Cynthia didn’t call me again, she blocked my number after that day. Life was a living hell for me. I love Cynthia and I know I do.  I took my phone and called her two days later, my number couldn’t get through to her, I changed my phone number and called her. She answered the call without a word, and I started begging her to forgive me. Cynthia refused to forgive, so I reported the case to her parents. In fact, this was where the line was drawn. It was the end of the road for whatever Cynthia and I shared. She was a spoilt child growing up. So, with this western experience of hers, she couldn’t be stopped.

Two weeks ago, Cynthia sent me a message, asking me to move on with my life; take care of our children because she’s decided to marry her newly found lover—Richy .Please, what do I do? My life is in shambles. I need help. Save me, save my children from becoming fatherless.

Tobi.