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I Travelled To Find Love But I Ended Up Getting What I Didn’t Bargain For -Man Cry

I don’t know how we became friends on Facebook. I don’t remember sending her a friend’s request or responding to her friend’s request. Likewise, I woke up one day, and we were friends on Facebook. “Or maybe she was already planted on my app the day I installed it,” I said to myself. She posted something and I liked it. It became often. Whenever she posted an update, I was one of the few people who reacted to it. And then one day she posted a photo. I nearly scrolled past it, but something about it drew my attention. “Is she the daughter of Madonna? What a striking resemblance.”

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To see more of her, I tapped on her profile for the first time and went through her photos. She didn’t resemble Madonna in all her photos, but she still looked more beautiful than all the women in my circle. So that day I said, “Hello,” and she responded. I said, “I’ve been responding to your posts every time, but today I thought of saying hi.”

She was receptive. She answered every question I asked and even tried to ask questions of her own. I asked, “Are we friends now?” She responded, “Yes we are. We’ve been friends since the day we found each other here.” I took her words seriously so I woke up each day and sent her a message. She became part of my daily routine. If I drew a plan for the day, she would be somewhere in the middle; “I will send a message to Asieduwa in the afternoon.” The sun won’t shine until I say hello to her.

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“I’m in Sefwi, doing my national service. It’s my first time here but I love the place already.” She told me one day. I was then in Winneba working on a project. The day I thought I was in love with her, I also thought about the distance and said, “What a love. What a distance.” But because true love knows no boundaries I allowed myself to fall freely in love with her. We had spoken on the phone for about one and a half weeks when I told her that I was in love with her. She said, “But you haven’t even seen me before.” I said, “Stevie Wonder is married. Did he see his wife before marrying her?”

She stretched it but she finally said yes.

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We planned to meet. She agreed to travel all the way from Sefwi to come and see me. She said, “You have to send me money. It’s the longest journey I’ve ever traveled and I would need money before I can do that. You know national service pays us a pittance. That can’t take me to you and back. If you need me to be there with you, then send something. I sent her I think GHC200. When the day arrived for her to come she sent me a message, “I learned the area director would be on inspection this week and the next. He has to find all of us here so it would be impossible for me to travel. Can we do it next time?”

What is love without patience? I said, “Don’t worry dear. Don’t risk your job for this. There’s always another time.” Two weeks later she said, “I’m ready. The road is clear so I can see you this weekend. That’s if you’re ready.” I answered, “Dear, you can even come today and I will be ready.” Two days before she makes the trip she said, “You know what? The money you sent me the other time, hmmm, I’m even embarrassed to say this. The money you sent me, I’ve used it ooo. You know it’s hard for service personnel. Can you send me something for the fare?”

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Again, I pushed GHC200 to her. The following morning, she called to tell me she was at the station ready to board a car. We were talking, but the place was too loud, so she said, “Let me get a car and call you.” She never called until hours later. She sent me a message, “Do you know where I am?” I gleefully responded, “On your way?” She said, “Hmmm, I wish.” She sent me a photo of a lorry ticket. She continued, “Just when I bought my ticket and was about to enter the bus, I had a call that my mom had been involved in an accident and her situation is critical. Hmmm, so I had to come and see her. I’m on my way to see her.”

What’s love without sympathy, so I did awwww and hmms and told her I was praying for her mom to be alright. She said, “It hurts so much the way I keep disappointing you. It looks like anytime we plan something, something bad comes up to destroy our plans or God doesn’t want us to be together?” I answered, “He’s a jealous God, he said it in the Bible, so maybe he is jealous of our love. We’ll make it happen no matter what.”

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I ended up sending money for drugs and other miscellaneous needs. The next time when we planned again I said, “Dear, hold it. This time I’m the one coming around. I don’t know why I haven’t thought of this all this while. I have some days off work. Furthermore, I will use it to travel to Sefwi, what do you think?” She said, “Awesome. That would be great.”

So one early morning, I set off from Winneba to Sefwi, on a journey to meet my love. I didn’t care that it made God jealous. I didn’t care that it was a whole day’s journey. You’ll sit in a car, and it will take hours to get full. From Winneba to Mankessim, Mankessim to Kumasi, Kumasi to Sefwi. I reached Sefwi around 6pm. We were texting all along. I got there, and I called her phone, but it was off. My phone was going off too, so I texted her, “I’m here at the station but your phone is off. Mine is going off too. Just in case you call and it’s off, please come to the station, I would be there.” I kept calling her until my phone went off.

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That was August 5th, 2016. It was a Friday, pay week, so my wallet was bulging. I sat at the station until after 7pm, but this lady didn’t show up. I looked for a store and pleaded with them to charge my phone for me. Around 8pm, I went for my phone and there was no missed call on it. I called her, and it was off. I called and called and called, it didn’t go through. Likewise, I saw a group of people gathered along the street, watching TV. The TV was in someone’s shop, and they were watching from the outside. I joined them, still hoping Asieduwa would call. At 10pm, I started getting scared. I started asking myself questions, “What silly thing have I done? What if she doesn’t come?”

I asked the guys around there where I could get a hotel, and they showed me. My heart skipped a beat before I tapped on my back pocket. My wallet was gone. “What?” I screamed. The jealous God was on my side, I would have collapsed that day. I started tracking back the events that happened that night to see where and when my wallet got stolen. “Those two guys who bumped on me at the TV station and said sorry, they might have picked my wallet.” Out of fear of the unknown, I started crying. I walked straight on the road until I found a woman selling Indomie along the street. I sat next to her and bought some with the last money remaining in my pocket.

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It was around 12am when she started packing. I had nowhere to go, so I told her my story. “You travelled all the way here to get your wallet stolen? Because of a woman?” She didn’t believe me. I had nothing to prove my story to her. When my story sunk in her head that it could be true, she laughed at me. “Because of a woman? Don’t you have women where you come from? Ah embɛma awo ɛya ooo!”

I told her, “If you give me money to go back home, I promise I would pay you in triple.” She looked at me and said, “It’s not about the money, it’s your safety I’m thinking of.” She had three kids, seven, five, and three-year-olds. Not only that, but she carried them home and came back. She said, “I didn’t make enough sales today, so I had to go home and take what’s there for you. Take this and go back home. Next time, don’t do such a silly thing. You even look like someone who has a girlfriend already. You wanted to come and use this one too, me boa? Nyame na etua wo ka!” And then she burst out laughing

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After Three Years With Him, He Told Me He’ll Convince One Of His Friends To Marry Me- Lady Narrates

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After Three Years With Him, He Told Me He’ll Convince One Of His Friends To Marry Me- Lady NarratesIn December 2018, I met Nii on a project I was working on. I was 34 years then. He is ten years older than me. Even though the age gap was wide, I didn’t feel it in our interactions. Our conversations were mostly casual until he proposed to me in January 2019 to Marry Me. I gave it a lot of thought and figured a man his age will be serious when it comes to love and relationships. I told myself, “He is 44. At this age, he won’t be interested in playing games. Let me give him a chance and see how far we can go.”

Before I accepted his proposal, I asked about his intentions and he said, “I love you. Haven’t you noticed how I’m always looking for reasons to talk to you? I want to get to know you and love you the way a queen deserves to be loved.” His words were intense. He said nothing wrong and touched on everything I loved to hear from a man. He sounded genuine, so I agreed to be his girlfriend.

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This man would ask me random questions about the type of wedding I wanted, and I would tell him. It got to a point, it was no longer my wedding plans but our wedding plans. He was always the one who led such conversations about weddings and marriage. Sometimes he would say random things like, “I met this caterer who makes good food at affordable rates. I’m thinking we should hire her for our reception.”

We planned everything in detail. We talked about where we would live after the wedding and even talked about the number of children we would have. We picked names for our unborn children. We built a family in the air hoping one day we could bring it down and live it the way we had carefully planned it. We were both adults with stable finances so I believed it was just a matter of time before our plans come alive.

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One day I woke up feeling out of sorts. I did everything to feel normal again but nothing worked. At first, I thought it was fatigue but the symptoms persisted the more I rested. My mind run over a lot of possibilities until it settled on the most palpable one. I took a test and discovered that I was pregnant. It didn’t scare me. The man responsible was Nii so why should I have fear or confusion?

I told Nii that I was pregnant and the show he put up got me knackered. “This is not the right time to get pregnant Aku. Is that the plan? To get pregnant at this time and bring all our plans to waste? No, we can’t have it. We cannot do anything outside the scope of our plans.” I responded, “I didn’t commit a crime. I’m only pregnant so why are you making it look like I killed someone? It’s life I’m going to bring forth and we are capable. We should be happy.”

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Nii insisted. I even told him I would take care of the child without him but he wouldn’t have any of it. He used emotional blackmail and all sort of tricks to get me to do it. It was heartbreaking. I cried until my eyes turned red but there was nothing I could do. The harm had already been done. That should have been the moment I walk away from the relationship but I stayed. My heart held onto the thought of a better future so I stayed with him.

In all our time together, he never gave me anything. No gifts, no money, no surprises. Not even on my birthdays. He always told me he forgot it was my birthday. On the other hand, I always went out of my way to give him gifts and planned surprises for him on his birthdays. One day he gave me an infection. That’s the only gift I can confidently say he gave me. I treated the infection with my own money. I still stayed with him. And then he told me, “We should try as much as possible to keep the relationship a secret. I don’t like people probing into my issues. I like things to be private, that’s who I am.”

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All the signs were there but I was too wrapped up in love and promises that I failed to see the impending disaster.

In October 2021, I needed financial assistance. I needed help to pay my school fees so I asked Nii for a loan. I told him I would pay it back at the end of the month and he agreed to help. Two weeks later he called to tell me he forgot I asked him for money. Luckily for me, I had asked a friend of mine so I no longer needed his help. That was the last time I asked him for anything.

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He stopped communicating with me the way he used to. I asked if something was wrong and he said no. Something was wrong and I could feel it. In February 2022, I asked him; “Are you dating someone else apart from me?” His answer was, “Yes, I am. Why are you asking me? I thought you knew.” “You’re playing with me, right? We’ve been together for three years Nii, how can you tell me you thought I already knew?” He shrugged as if what he told me was something normal. To make matters worse he said, “You are a good woman so I won’t leave you hanging. I am talking to one of my friends to marry you. He will be a good husband, trust me. Just give me some time to finalize the arrangements with him.”

It didn’t feel real. The insults, the pain, the disrespect, they were too painful to believe they were true but Nii wobbled around as if I was a little girl he met not too long ago. My only response was, “I’m done but you’ll pay for it.”

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I call one of my girlfriends and recounted everything I’d been through to her. She said, “Sis, you should have spat on his face.” Actually, I should have. I don’t know why I stood there and watched him tell me all that without reacting.

A month later he sent me a text telling me he missed me. Whoever gave that audacity to some men ought to answer to humanity. What? Not even an apology. If I told him what was on my mind, he would have burnt the sea but I restrained myself. I said, “I am no longer the woman you took for a fool. Just leave me alone.”

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In April this year, I saw his wedding video on a friend’s WhatsApp status. If I thought I’d healed, that video proved to me that It takes longer to heal than I thought. I was hurt all over again. I watched the video and cursed him for all the pains he brought into my life. May he experience the same pain so he would know how it hurts.

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My Friend Took Me In And Gave Me Life But I Ended Up Entangling With Her Husband- Lady Narrates

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My Friend Took Me In And Gave Me Life But I Ended Up Entangling With Her Husband- Lady Narrates.

I lost my father when I was ten years old. My mother was a seamstress who did not have formal education, but she worked hard to put us through good schools. We are three girls. I am the last born. When I got to the tertiary school, my elder sisters and my mother put resources together to cater for my education.

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In my second year in school, my eldest sister lost her job, so I had to rely on government allowances for my fees and other needs. The money wasn’t enough, but I tried to manage. Sometimes I got overwhelmed with school work and the responsibility of taking care of myself. On a day when everything seems wrong, I will walk to the beach closer to my school with music in my ears and reflect on my life.

One day at the beach, two little kids came playing around me. “Who came with these kids that she had allowed them to roam freely like that?” I looked left and looked right. I looked behind me and saw a lady standing a few meters away from me. She raised her hand, signalling that she was with them. She was on her phone, so I kept the kids busy and safe, so they don’t run into the raging waves. After a while, she came over to the children and introduced herself. She said, “If you’re leaving any time soon, I don’t mind dropping you where you’re going.” I told her, “Don’t worry. My school is just across the beach, so I will be fine.”

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She thanked me, took my number, and left with her kids. A couple of days later she called me; “Hi Doreen, I just want to thank you once again for watching over my kids at the beach.” I didn’t think it was necessary but I welcomed it. We started talking after that. I told her about my family and she also told me about her life.

In my final year in school, this woman paid my school fees and sent me money on a regular basis. Her kindness surprised me. Sometimes I ask God; “What did I do to deserve this angel?” Our bond was like that of sisters. Occasionally she will invite me to her home. I will cook and stock their fridge with food, play with her kids and help them with their homework while she goes out with her husband. Sometimes, I spent the weekends at her end and returned to school on Sundays.

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I was posted to the Eastern Region when national service postings were released. She was the first person I called to inform. The day after I shared the news with her she called me. She was like, “Doreen, I want to ask you for a big favor. Please don’t feel bad if you can’t do it but I hope you can.” In my mind, I was like, “What can’t I do for you? Just name it.” She said, “Can you request for reposting? I want you to stay here. I would be traveling to the UK for two years. I would like you to move in here and help my husband with the kids.”

I didn’t think twice about it. I said, “Yeah I can do that for you.” Getting a reposting wasn’t easy but she pulled the strings and paid some people to make it happen for me. I moved into her place a month before she finally left for the UK. I was allowed to use her car to carry the kids to school and from school. My daily task was to feed them, help with their homework, and then prepare food for her husband. If I had to work a night shift, I informed her husband to get home early.

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Every evening, she would call the family on a video call. After talking to me and the kids, she will go like, “Let me talk to Chris before he goes to bed.” Her Husband is Chris but I called him Daddy. He was such a gentleman until he came into my room uninvited one night. This was a man who had never touched my hands before. The familiarity and friendship I had with his wife did not extend to him. I regarded him with a lot of respect so I was uncomfortable when he showed up in my room that night.

He sat beside me on the bed and said, “Please forgive my intrusion. I don’t know how to put this but I will try my best.” My heart was racing in my chest. My discomfort heightened when he placed his hand on my lap; “My wife is going to be away for some time and I need a physical companion. You are already like a mother to my kids. It shouldn’t be hard for you to be my mistress. I will give you anything you want if you say yes.”

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For several minutes I sat there in silence. When I finally spoke, I said, “Daddy, please your wife has been very good to me so I don’t think I can pay her back like this. Get someone from outside and I will keep it a secret. That’s the best I can do.” He declined. He realized I was trembling so he took his hand off me and started leaving. He said, “Think about it. I’ll give you time.”

I cried my eyes out. I prayed and asked God to turn his heart away from me. On Monday he sent me a text, “I will like to have a word with you this evening when the kids go to bed.”

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My hands shook the entire day. I was so anxious that I started making some silly mistakes throughout my shift. When the kids went to bed that night, I went to knock on his door. He said, “Let’s go to your room.” While in my room he brought up the topic again. I repeated my answer. This time, he knelt down and pleaded with me. I said no. I walked up and down in the room and he followed me around. Eventually, I said yes to him.

I was a 25-year-old virgin when I said yes to him. I lost my virginity before he left the room. He came to my room almost every night after the first incident. Sometimes, he spent the night with me. Sometimes he went back to his room to make video calls with his wife.

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One day, my friend called and said, “I hope you are taking good care of Chris. Please don’t make him lack anything. Give him whatever he needs,” and then she laughed. That was the first time she was using that phrase; “Please don’t make him lack anything…” Each time she called, she kept repeating and emphasizing the phrase, “Don’t make him lack anything.” I started getting the impression that she knew I was sleeping with her husband. The guilt I used to feel faded. I came to terms with the fact that I was a temporary wife.

My life came to revolve around Chris, his kids, and my work. I had men shooting their shots but I didn’t have room for anyone else.

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Two years later, my friend didn’t return as planned. Instead, the rest of the family traveled to join her over there. I cried when they left. That was when I realized I was deeply in love with Chris. It broke my heart to see him go. When he was leaving, he gifted me his wife’s car and a lot of money but it wasn’t enough to comfort me.

To date, his wife continues to send me money but my life hasn’t been the same. It’s been a year but I still think of him. If he asked me to be his second wife, I would have agreed.

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Currently, I have a boyfriend who loves me so much but I can’t even enjoy intimacy with him unless I think about Chris. He complains I’m too possessive. I get overly jealous when I see him with another lady. I go through his phone at the slightest chance. I wish to open up about my past with my friend’s husband but I’m afraid I would be judged wrongly. I want a life for myself without thinking about him. I want to stop being possessive over my boyfriend but it has become my second nature. I can’t stop it.

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Man Pretends to Be Infertile for 40 Years So His Wife Won’t Know She Can’t Have

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A woman discovers her man has been lying to her about their fertility problems for forty years.

When Jenna Carter married Gary Lewis, she dreamed of a big white house with a picket fence and half a dozen children trooping in and out. She and Gary bought the house, but somehow the children just didn’t arrive.

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After three years, Jenna went to the doctor, who recommended a fertility specialist. Jenna and Gary went to the famous doctor, who immediately put them through a lot of tests — and some of them were very embarrassing.

A month later, the doctor’s secretary called Gary to make a second appointment. “The test results are in,” she said, “And Doctor Sage wants to discuss them in person.”

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But Gary insisted on speaking to the doctor on the phone right there and then, and when he hung up the phone his face was sad, and he had tears in his eyes.

A week later, Jenna and Gary sat in front of Doctor Sage and heard the news: “Mr. Lewis,” he said. “I’m afraid the tests reveal that you are infertile. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do for you.

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“Maybe one day, in the future, we hope to be able to help couples like you and your wife become parents, but right now, it’s impossible.”

Gary lowered his head, and Jenna took his hand. “Now look here, Gary Lewis, I married you because I love you, and we are going to have a family one way or another!”.

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Jenna was determined that his problem wouldn’t send Gary into a depression so she immediately started the long and painful process that would make them candidates to adopt a baby.

Three years later, Jenna and Gary welcomed little Judith, and two years later they adopted another child — a boy they named Thomas. The family was as happy as could be, although people sometimes commented on the children’s looks.

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Little Judith was a blue-eyed blond, while both Gary and Jenna were dark of hair and eyes, and little Thomas was mixed race. People would immediately ask: “Are they adopted?”

And Jenna and Gary would patiently explain that they were — and Jenna would add that Gary was unable to father children. Jenna confessed to her best friend: “I love Judith and Thomas, but if I thought was to blame for us not having a baby I would die!”

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Judith and Thomas grew up much too fast, and before they knew it they were off to college. Gary and Jenna were left alone in that big white house with the picket fence.

Jenna sighed. “One of these days, we’ll have lots of grandchildren to fill up this old house, and romp about in the yard just like I always dreamed.”

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Gary laughed. “Give the kids a little time, my love, you’ll get your grandchildren soon enough!”

“Well, it can’t be soon enough for me!”

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Little did Jenna imagine how quickly fate would send her the grandchildren she was longing for. A week later, Jenna was in the garden pruning her roses when a tall, good-looking man in his early 50s walked up to the gate.

“Hello,” he said, “Is this Mr. Gary Lewis’ home?”

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Jenna stood up and took off her gardening hat. “Yes, it is.”

“I would like to talk to him if you please,” the man said politely.

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Jenna called out to Gary and he came out. He looked at the man. “Yes? You wanted to speak to me?”

The man looked flustered. “I wonder if we could talk alone?”

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Gary shook his head. “No sir, anything you want to discuss with me you can say in front of my wife.”

The man looked even more uncomfortable. “Sir, I wonder if you remember Rosalie Garson?”

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“Rosalie?” Gary smiled. “Of course I remember Rosalie! She was my high school sweetheart before I went off into the service fifty years ago! Are you her boy?”

“Yes, sir,” the man said. “I’m Sam. I’m your son.”

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Gary gasped, he felt as if a giant hand had squeezed all the air out of his lungs. “My son?”

Jenna couldn’t believe her ears. “Liar! You’re lying my husband is sterile! You’re just trying to get money out of him!”

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But Gary was staring at Sam with tears in his eyes. “My son…” he whispered. “But why, why didn’t Rosalie say something?”

“Well, sir, you were in Vietnam, and then she met my stepfather,” Sam explained. “He adopted me, but when he and my mother passed away, I wanted to find you.”

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Jenna was staring at Gary. “Don’t you see he’s lying, Gary? He’s a conman!”

Gary shook his head. “No my love, he isn’t. You see, forty years ago Dr. Sage told me you couldn’t have children. I knew how much that would hurt you — so I told him to say it was my fault.”

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“It was me?” whispered Jenna. “I blamed you in my heart, and all the time it was me?”

“I wanted you to be happy, Jenna, I wanted you to have the family you’d dreamed of — but if you thought it was your fault you would never have agreed to adopt Judith and Thomas.”

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Tears were running down Jenna’s face. “I love you, Gary, I love you so much!” She turned to Sam. “I’m so sorry. You are welcome here. I can’t take the place of your mother, but if you’ll let me, we can be a family.”

Sam smiled. “Thank you, Jenna, I’ll take you up on that! I have six kids who desperately need a grandmother to spoil them, and another grandchild on the way! I hope you are up to the task!”

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Jenna and Gary’s family grew unexpectedly by one son and six grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren; and when Judith and Thomas came home the house was full indeed, just as Jenna had always dreamed it would be.

What can we learn from this story?

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Love is placing the wellbeing of your loved one above your own. Gary chose to let the world believe he was sterile to protect Jenna’s self-esteem.
Fate will often send us what we dream of when we live with love in our hearts.

Jenna found herself with more grandchildren than she had ever imagined when she accepted Gary’s son.

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