My story is brief and straight to the point:I’m a 38yr old lady who is independent but I regret not getting married in my mid and late 20s when men were in serious demand for my hand in marriage.
I kept saying I was not ready and now I blame myself for all am going through after I turned 33 five years ago.But I met this young guy, he’s 30yr old. I love him and I told him my real age and he’s ok with it, maybe because am financially stable and spend my money on him.
Fast forward to last December, I met his father and one thing led to another and the man passed a night in my apartment. CONTINUE READING ON NEXT PAGE BELOW