So guys I dated this guy from mid 2006 until early 2010. He was the love of my life and the first 2 years of our relationship was nothing short of amazing 
ne kemo rata and the feeling was mutual...my family knew and adored him
letās call him Zee 
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...trouble started when Zee first cheated on me with his cousinās bestie
that was my first ever heartbreak and it didnāt help that she was older and pretty and I was just a varsity first year
. Fine he apologized and everything was hunky dory but we were never the same after


... You see, men lie. They start fearing your tears and promising to never hurt or make you cry again; and Zee was also a typical man
until my tears stopping shaking him. Heād share his Facebook passwords and then go and open another ghost account and text girls from it 



Haai man when they say a relationship starts becoming toxic they meant us
I went on to call high school girls to female colleagues until I was like neh man, this guy otlo mpethisa TOP
coz already neke utlwa gore ke thoma go gafa...we were apart for like 2 months...


...After 2 months he calls me āhey we need to talkā 
oh boy was I looking forward to the call coz I also missed him 
He tells me how he refuses to live without me & would do anything to keep me. Yes I missed him but I was all out of chances to give
he broke me





...He is like you donāt believe I love you? Let me marry you keo proveāle...marry me with what? You work a junior position job & Iām still at school, I know your finances you are in no position to lobola me...cheese boy yako Hillview ere ko bari yago Rockville āletās elopeā

...Iām getting married yāall 
. Well the plan was, we go to home affairs, become Mr & Mrs (wanted his beeches to know I won), then later when he has gathered the money heād write a letter to my family and lobola negations would start
it felt right, but our secret meantime



...I call in to set an appointment at Home Affairs, they tell us we need witnesses so I take my then roommate & him his cousin
the day comes, it was a Monday I bunked lectures & went to get hitched 

ululate guys kgante jealous keya eng?? 

. It literally took 20 mins







...I am Mrs M 
, we go to Wimpy to have celebratory brunch then he goes to work, he was working afternoon shift 
oh hubby 
I am back to being his favourite girl, he changed his Facebook status & tagged me. People congratulated us but thought we werenāt serious...






... Fast forward I get robbed ko Sunnyside and they take my bag with all my belongings inside including my maiden surname ID 
yoh...but no worries, Iāll go to Home Affairs and do another one my hubby gave me his secondary bank card mos



...I get to Home Affairs & after such long queues they printed my ID with the wrong surname 


excuse me, yes I am not yet using hubbyās surname please change it back...turns out it doesnāt work like that
OMG Iām married married? 











Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Haai itās done, might as well practice my new surname
I go replace my other cards, including bank card ko Absa (bloody snitches)
. The only people that had my back was TUT coz I could print my student card replacement as is so even my friends didnāt know


Fast forward this broke afternoon I ask my mom to deposit me R150 nyana daar & she says āIāll do it laterā 
fine she delivers, gets inside the bank & fills in a deposit slip with Miss G Motsumi and the cashier is like āsorry maāam, this account number belongs to Mrs G Mb..ā

