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💔 How I Became a Nanny as a Married Woman – Part 3

(Truly, Love Is Wicked)

When my ex came begging, he said the kids needed me — that something terrible had happened. He didn’t tell me the full story, but later I found out the painful truth.

My last son, barely a year old, had urinated on the bed at night. My ex had taken the children to his girlfriend’s house — a woman who had never carried a pregnancy or felt the pain of childbirth. Yet, she had the audacity to beat my baby just because he wet the bed! Yes, my son did wrong, but abeg, you for wear him pampers na.

Let me be fair — my ex had many flaws, but one thing about him was that he never joked with his children. If you dared touch them, he would fight you like a lion. I remember one night he gave me one sweet dirty slap on my left jaw because I left the window open and mosquitoes entered, biting the kids. 😂

Chai, that night those mosquitoes came prepared — with straw and bucket! They took one pint of blood from each of us! I wished they had finished my ex blood because that slap entered my soul wella 😭. But that man stayed up all night killing mosquitoes from his kids body. Those same mosquitoes that made me collect slap — it will never be well with you o! 😅

Now see me in the UK — no mosquito fit taste my blood again! Even if I come Naija, I’ll wear overall, jalabia, and winter jacket even if there is heavy sun. Try me! 😜

Can you imagine? That same girlfriend told my older son — barely two years old — to drag their 6x6 mattress outside. My poor child couldn’t even lift it. (Oh, my boys, mummy is so sorry 😭. I promise I’ll do my best to give you both a beautiful life. ❤️)I know you guys are reading these because my son is my biggest follower on these blue app when he saw my write up yesterday he called me and said mummy you are a fighter.My boys are now big boys in secondary schools cheers mummy love u guys so much.

When my boys told their father everything, he felt bad and broke up with her temporarily. Aunty, I know you’re still following me and reading this story — come out and deny it i dare you. But don’t worry, I’ve forgiven you. Karma is slow, but it never forgets.

Today, you’re in your late 40s — no husband, no child. Life has a way of teaching everyone their lesson.

I still remember calling you back then, crying and begging you to have mercy — telling you I could have been your sister or daughter( yes because she was older than me with 15years even older than my ex). You told me I was bad luck to my ex, that I wasn’t good enough, and that you’d send me packing. And you did. But aunty, that scrap I left for you? You still couldn’t maintain it. 😅

When I heard what my kids were going through, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to go back home. The woman I worked for as a nanny was an angel — she gave me furniture, money, and gifts. (Funny enough, she’s now divorced too. Life, ehn.) She gave me so much that I had to hire a big van to carry everything.

When I finally saw my children again, tears of joy filled my eyes. They looked thin and weak, but I was just happy they were alive.

My ex started acting nice again. We even went to Dunamis Headquarters in Area 1, Abuja, to give a family testimony (chai, I even wore conque i was dancing like I don win my marriage back 😅). Guess what? His girlfriend was in that same church — because we all worshipped there!

People who knew us were calling to congratulate us. That testimony is still on YouTube till today (should I find the link? 😅 Imagine me testifying about a marriage that was about to scatter again!).

With the money I had saved, I didn’t even bother collecting my result. I used everything to set up our new house. I even sent money to Ifeanyi Chris Orji in Abia to buy leather materials from Aba Market to make new chairs. I didn’t know I wouldn’t sit on those chairs for even three months before everything collapsed again.

In less than three months, I was out — again. He beat me up just because I checked his phone and saw that he was still madly in love with his girlfriend. Maybe it was because of her industrial-standard breasts 😭 — the woman’s breast was like a milk factory, while mine had already been donated to motherhood 😅 so i use to squeeze my own breast like doughnut then send it straight to foam bra where it belong😒 na Hadassah don suck am for 4month she is even considerate because she left small for her daddy🤣. My ex husband girlfriend height was like that of Heineken beer bottle(oh i miss Heineken beer i think i need to get on today just to tell myself well-done baby girl). Many people here even know her.

The two of them mocked me — said I was dirty and couldn’t cook (when you give me ₦700 to cook for a whole family 😭). Instead of apologising, he beat me like a thief.

My biggest regret? Checking that phone. Ladies, hear me well — once trust is gone, protect your peace. Use a condom if you must, but please, don’t check his phone. What you’re looking for, you will find — and when you do, your eyes will burn like you’re slicing onions. 😭

Me that used to fear beating — the next morning, I packed my kids and ran to my brother’s house. Thank God he gave me some money for food. That’s how I escaped again.

But did I go back later? Yes. You might ask, “Felicia, are you normal?” Maybe not. Was it the gbola that pulled me back? 😂 My sister, even that one I no dey see chop. I go beg tire, oga no go give me. 😅

Stay tuned for what happened next.

Because you see — I’m a survivor. Some people didn’t even go through half of what I faced before they gave up.

And to my ex — some time ago you asked my friend if you were truly a terrible person. The answer is YES, YES, and YES! Maybe someone cast a spell on you, and if they did — may God bless that person. 🤩

I’ve forgiven you. No hard feelings. I’m only telling my story so that someone out there can learn and find strength. ❤️

Should I continue till i take you to the part where we ended up in court hearing,
“Court! Order!”
“Objection, my Lord!”
“Objection overruled!”
Or should I stop here? 😅

Hope I’m not boring you guys with my story. 🙈

The best you can do is to help me share these story of my life😝but make nollyhood no see am else I go drag una because me i go still use am act movie one day

**How I Became a Nanny as a Married Woman .*Part 2*

So after the woman hit me with her car, she quickly help me along with her driver they carried me in the car, and drove me straight to a nearby hospital. Little did I know, this woman was no ordinary person; she was the wife of an American ambassador to Nigeria.

She asked what was wrong, and I told her the truth: I had been so lost in thought because I needed money desperately. She looked at me and said, “You’re such a young and beautiful woman, aren’t you working?” I explained I was searching for a job. Right there, she smiled and said, “Well, there’s a nanny job available. Do you want it?”

My heart leapt! I shouted, “Yes! Yes!” Immediately, they ran all the medical tests to qualify me for the role. While waiting for the results, my heart skipped so many beats because of my painful past—I had once lived with a promiscuous partner who shamelessly brought women into my matrimonial home even in my presence Angela Orji Elimuya you can testify to these . Sometimes, I would quietly excuse myself just to avoid the shame. Deep down, I was scared—what if I had unknowingly contracted something? But when the results came out clean, I completely forgot about the pain from the accident.

The very next day, I moved into her mansion and started work. Later, I returned to my neighbour’s house to pack my few belongings, and when I told them I had gotten a job, they were overjoyed.

Now, my duty as a nanny wasn’t easy at all Joy Patrick you can testify we worked together as nannies and we both were single mothers. The children I was to care for were even bigger than me in size. One of them had already started her menstrual cycle, and as nannies, we were instructed to assist her in keeping clean(like putting hands in her p***y to wash the blood) whenever I woke up every 4:30am to get the kids ready for school I kept on crying because i dont know how my kids where fairing in the hands of a strange woman . It wasn’t the most comfortable job, but I was focused. My eyes were fixed on one thing—earning that 20,000 naira to clear my debt from nursing school and finally collect my certificate.

Even though the job wasn’t exactly conducive, I surprisingly found peace there. Slowly, I started glowing again. Months later, my ex came back, begging me to return. Funny enough, the family I worked for never knew I was a mother, nor did they know I was actually a trained nurse.

Did I go back to my ex after gathering the money? Or did I stay and keep building a new life? Well… find out in my continuation. All I can say for now is, it’s a twist you won’t expect.