In Nairobi, where dreams often clash with harsh realities, I experienced success and betrayal firsthand. When we met, he had nothing—no stable income, no connections, just big ambitions and a bruised ego from past failures. I stuck by him through it all. I covered rent during the rough months, cheered him on when opportunities fell through, and kept faith in him even as his own circle drifted away.
I did it out of love, not for any recognition. I truly believed we were creating a life together. But everything shifted once the money rolled in. His small business in the city exploded overnight. Suddenly, new people showed up, claiming to be friends, and he was glued to his phone constantly.
I brushed it off as the pressure of newfound wealth at first. Then came the late returns home. Excuses piled up one after another. He grew cold, quick to snap, and started picking apart my choices—my clothes, my words, even my daily habits.
The man who’d once found comfort in me now barely noticed I was there. It hurt deeply when the truth emerged. He was seeing others, bold about it, as if commitment ended with his rise. Confronting him, he casually said success had given him more choices. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36596
