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He dodged a bullet 🙏🏾

We were having breakfast in his house for the first time. I was trying to behave like a future wife. You know, sit well, smile, act composed. He made tea and brought bread. I was impressed. “Ah, this man is serious,” I thought. The bread was hot and soft. I poured my tea, tore a piece, and dipped it inside. Peacefully. Innocently. He stopped chewing. He looked at my hand, then at my face, then back at the bread like he was witnessing a documentary. “You dip bread inside tea?” he asked. I laughed. “Yes now, it’s sweeter that way.” I dipped another one to prove my point. He dropped his cup. “That is a bush way of eating. It is only local babes that dip bread inside tea.” I thought he was joking. I said, “Wait, you haven’t even seen when I soak it well well.” He leaned back like I had just confessed to a crime. “No, I can’t. This won’t work. I like classy women.” Classy women… because of bread. He stood up, carried his cup to the kitchen, and said, “You can finish it if you want.” I quietly dipped another piece and continued eating. If relationship go, breakfast must not go.

Apparently the tax was because i was spending too much money.

My Sibling: please stay alert I will call you to open the door for me. Me in deep sleep wondering how the Goat in my dream knows my name.

You've put yourself on a pedestal, I'm surprised you haven't broken it yet - because you're fat

Wallahi nobody asked or cares