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First time a man beats you should be the last time he sees you.

As a pastor daughter and a former Christian I’m here to tell you, Christianity is a scam!!

Linus David, God will judge you. I probably shouldn’t bring this here. But then again, I wouldn’t be here pouring out my heart if you hadn’t blocked me on WhatsApp. David, I couldn’t sleep last night. No one has ever hurt me like this. I have only one question, what did I do to you? What did I do to deserve this? How can you confess to be a Christian and be this callous, this mean, this wîçkêd? You have broken me, David! You have broken me!!!!!! You will probably come here to defend yourself, or maybe deny everything, which is why I have added receipts. I wish I could have added the whole chat here but for my own mental health, I have deleted some of your messages. Even the little added here is enough evidence. Let people know what hórriblè person you are. Let people be our judge since you have called me delusional. I wasn’t delusional when you called me every night for four months. I wasn’t delusional when you told me that you enjoyed talking to me abi? I wasn’t delusional when you got me gifts on random days. I WASN’T DELUSIONAL WHEN, WITHOUT TELLING YOU, YOU KNEW MY CIRCLE AND ALWAYS GOT ME PAIN KILLERS!! Now, I am delusional, right? Delusional because I called you out after seeing your wedding invitation. David, I thought we had a thing. More than anything, I wished I had asked you the important questions in the beginning. I wished I had asked what we were. In retrospect, I truly blame myself for letting emotions cloud my reasoning. Yes, you didn’t come all out to say you loved me but you did everything that pointed in that direction. David, you held my hands when we took evening strolls. And I told no one else did that. I told you that the only contact I allowed from the opposite sex was a handshake. But I let you hold my hands, I let you hug me, let you plant kisses on my forehead. If you aren’t the devil himself, you wouldn’t deny that you were aware that I was falling for you. David, you told me that I was the only one you spent time with. The only one you were comfortable with. I told you the same thing. I told you how you were my safe zone. I wrote poems for you, David. Poems I never published on my Facebook page. Those poems were very direct. You can’t tell you didn’t read it and see through it. Yet, you never once corrected my impression of what we were. In those four months, I ignored other men. Blocked out other folks who tried to get my attention. And you were fully aware. I never kept secrets from you. I sent you the screenshot of these conversations and we laughed over them. Now, you are telling me that it’s not your fault that you are kind. Quoting that you are like that with all your friends. We both know the truth; that wasn’t kindness. You were leading me on. And I will not be gaslighted into believing that you did all that in good faith. You are a terr i ble human being and I am here to tell the world. At this point, I really don’t care what happens next. I don’t care if our pastors see this. I don’t care if your intended bride sees this. I simply don’t care anymore. I have nothing left to lose. All I want to do is cause you the same amount of hurt that you have caused me. You have created a mónstër and this is just the beginning. Written by: Deborah Obasohan

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