I met the father of my firstborn at my young age in my 2nd year at university. We met through my coursemate, who introduced us because Edgar was her brother’s OB. I can say that it was love at first sight.
We started by going out together in the evenings, and one weekend, he invited me to visit him at his house.
He prepared for me a good meal, and we had a bottle of wine together as he sipped his club beer. We later started romancing, and in minutes, we were intimate, and I lost my virginity to him.
In my last semester, I found out that I was pregnant, and after my final exam, I did not go home but went to stay with my boyfriend. In December 2008, I gave birth to my first son, who filled our home with joy and love.
Four years down the road, Edgar turned into a monster. He would come home late or even not show up, and every time I asked him, he would instead turn very bitter.
On one fateful morning, he beat me, and I almost cut his throat with a knife. This is when I realized that I was in a toxic relationship, I decided to throw in the towel and start on a fresh journey with my son.
Had it not been for my supportive family that helped me secure a job, I do not know how I was going to pick up with this ordeal as a single mother at such a young age.
At my workplace, I met this young engineer called Timothy, who introduced me to his church and we started going for fellowship together. One evening, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I was older than him and also had a child. He told me that he was aware of all that.
“Age is just a number, and having a child shows that I will be a father soon,” Timothy said.
He was ready to settle down with me, and within two months, he visited my family, and a date for our traditional marriage was set. A week later, we had our church wedding in 2018.
We are blessed with four children, and Timothy has been the best thing that has happened to me over the years.
My new husband has brought light and joy into my life, and my son has embraced him with open arms as a father. Together, we are building a new family, one that’s filled with love, support, and a second chance at happiness.
My journey has taught me that love knows no age and that sometimes it is the unexpected path that leads us to our happiest endings. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that love can come when you least expect it and that sometimes it is worth taking a chance on.
So, to anyone who has been through a similar journey, I say do not give up on love. Keep your heart open and never lose faith in the power of second chances.
