Moms Favorite Girl Destroyed My Trust

I had been dating Agartha for a year when I invited her to meet my mom. I wasn’t surprised by my mom’s immediate affection for her; Agartha embodied all the qualities my mom desired in a future daughter-in-law. She was tall, fair-skinned, and spoke my mom’s preferred language. My mom exclaimed, “You honor me, my son. This is the kind of woman you bring home to meet the family. Ne ho twa ankasa.” We all laughed, but I understood the deeper meaning behind her words, which I’ll explain later.

Agartha and my mom developed a close mother-daughter bond that blossomed mostly out of my sight. She called my mom daily, and they often gossiped about me. Agartha frequently visited my mom’s house to cook, clean, and run errands. She made sure my mom’s fridge was always stocked with essential food items.

To be honest, my mom wasn’t in the best physical condition, largely due to her age. After my dad passed away a few years ago, she had struggled to manage life on her own. Agartha’s frequent visits truly brightened her spirits. My mom needed all the support Agartha could provide, and Agartha was always willing to help.

The first year of our relationship was wonderful. Agartha was always there for me, doing everything she could to strengthen our bond. It’s natural for a man to love the woman he’s with, but when that woman is exceptional, he loves her wholeheartedly. From the beginning, Agartha and I understood that we were in it for the long haul.

Months after I introduced her to my mom, she posted a photo of a guy on her WhatsApp status, wishing him a happy birthday. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but soon I noticed this guy appearing on all her social media. She had him on Facebook with one message and on Instagram with an even more heartfelt one. She changed her profile pictures on both platforms to ones featuring him.

We had been together for nearly two years, and this was the first time I had heard of this guy. When I asked who he was, she replied, “He’s someone who helped me a lot a few years ago. I don’t hear from him often, so I like to show appreciation on his birthday.” That explanation made sense, so I pushed my jealousy aside.

It’s funny how once you learn about something, it seems to pop up everywhere. I started hearing Augustine’s name more frequently and noticed her mentioning him often. Augustine worked at the bank where Agartha kept her money. They had become friends because he always ensured she was served quickly, no matter how long the queue was. He had taken her number and called her occasionally, and their friendship began to grow from there.

After some investigation, I realized they were relatively new friends, and there was no way he could have helped her “immensely some years ago” unless she was referring to the quick service he provided at the bank. I chose not to make a fuss about it and decided to keep a close eye on the situation.

In December, he invited Agartha to their end-of-year party. That day, she told me she was attending a friend’s event. When I called her later that evening to ask which friend’s event it was, she said it was Emelia’s. At 11:30 PM, she called to say, “The program just ended. I’m on my way home, but I’ll come to your place first thing in the morning.”

About an hour later, I received a message from her: “Babe, I just got home. I’m too tired to take a bath. See you tomorrow morning.” I was sitting outside her door when that message arrived. I waited a while and called her back, but she didn’t answer. I ended up waiting outside her door all night, anticipating her return. Around 7 AM, she called to say she was on her way to my house. I remained seated outside her door, thinking she might stop by before heading to mine.

Hours later, she called again, “I’ve been knocking at your door, but you’re not answering. Where are you?” I replied, “I’ve been at your door since last night. Where did you sleep?” She was taken aback and couldn’t respond immediately. “You mean you’re at my place?” I told her to hold on, and a few minutes later, I arrived at her door. She looked freshly dressed, as if she had just left her house.

“You told me you were home last night, but you didn’t sleep there. Where did you go?” 

“Sorry for not telling you. I didn’t want you to worry. It was late, so I stayed at Emelia’s house.”

“You’re lying…”

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Emelia. Here, take my phone and talk to her.”

Emelia wasn’t a reliable witness, or perhaps she wasn’t well-prepared. I asked her, “Agartha says she stayed at your place last night. Is that true?” She replied, “Yes, I was with her all night. She wanted to go home after the program, but I convinced her to stay over because it was so late.” I pressed further, “Did you see her leave your place this morning?” She confirmed she did. I said, “She’s here with me, wearing a white straight dress and holding a brown leather bag. Was that how she looked when she left your house?” She exclaimed, “Oh yes, that’s exactly how she was dressed when she left. I don’t think she stopped anywhere before coming to you.” I thanked her and hung up.

Agartha wasn’t in a straight dress; she was wearing a black skirt and a blue-and-white checkered sleeveless shirt. “I know where you were. You spent the night with that guy, and it was his place you stayed at. If you want him, go to him now.”

From that moment on, it was over. I didn’t know what else she could say or do to convince me to take her back. It took her a week to confess, but by then, I had already moved on in my mind.

About a week later, I visited my mom, and Agartha was there, pretending everything was fine between us. I showed her respect and played along, but the next day, I called my mom to tell her everything. I explained that we were no longer together because I caught her cheating. My mom responded, “You’re crazy to think you’ll let a woman like this go just because you think she cheated on you. Don’t even consider it. Whatever the issue is, we’ll resolve it. She’ll apologize, you’ll accept it, and then we’ll move on.”

I was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. “Whose side are you on? A girl cheated on your son, and all you can say is to take her back?” Earlier, I mentioned I would explain my mom’s reaction when I first introduced Agartha to her. My mom had always emphasized the importance of marrying someone from our hometown. Although Agartha wasn’t from my hometown, she belonged to our tribe, spoke our language, and had the complexion typical of a tribeswoman.

That was why my mom took an immediate liking to her.

She insisted that it was either Agartha or no one else.

I didn’t care. Some situations are best left as they are. I thought Agartha would eventually fade from my life, but she proved determined to stick around. Almost a year later, I started seeing someone new, a girl I met at an event. When our relationship began to develop, I shared the story of Agartha, knowing it would eventually come up.

Agartha found out about my new girlfriend and began sending her threatening messages: “You’re playing with fire if you think you can take my boyfriend from me.” I confronted Agartha and warned her to stop, or I would involve the police. I sat down with my mom and spoke to her honestly, as any son would. This woman was adamant about Agartha. I asked, “Is it because of what she does for you? I can hire someone to do that. Agartha cheated on me because she didn’t truly care. I can’t stay with her.”

She replied, “Your dad cheated on me too more than once but we lived peacefully until he passed. You can do the same, but if you don’t want to be with Agartha, you can wait. When I’m gone, you can marry whoever you want.”

It’s not that I can’t marry without her consent; I can and have plans to do so. However, I want to honor her as my only surviving parent. I want her to hold her grandchildren before she passes, but her attitude is holding everything back. Sometimes, I wonder if Agartha is using some form of manipulation on my mom to block my progress. I just can’t make sense of it all.

I’ve given myself a year. If my mom doesn’t change her stance, I will move forward and marry someone else. Agartha had her chance and messed it up. It’s time to give someone else an opportunity and see where it leads, and I swear I won’t let anyone stand in my way.

Sarfo,

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