Immortal9ja Tv

'I'm tired of begging my wife meanwhile she started the issues we're going through now yet she's acting the victim when I'm the one who's supposed to be angry

We've been married for 3 years. In the beginning, everything was fine. I try my best to satisfy my wife. When I do it 3 times a week, she complains. I pushed myself to 4 times, but she still said I am not trying at all. ‎3 weeks ago, at night, she tried to move close to me, I was too tired and then she got so angry & told me to my face that I am not a man, that what I have between my legs is just for fashion & has no use. I felt so annoyed & ashamed. How can a woman say that to her husband?

‎Because I was hurt, I shouted back at her. I only shouted, I'll never raise my hand on any woman especially my own wife, I'll never. No matter how angry i get. I only told her that maybe her womb is also for fashion, since she hasn't been able to carry a baby despite all my hard work for the past 6 years we've known each other... I told her she is just an empty vessel then i immediately turn to the other side of the bed.. then i heard her crying,i didn't even turn to look at her cuz i was also annoyed. She took her pillow, dragged-off the blanket from my body and left to sleep in the guessroom

Since that day, peace ran away from our home. She cried and said I showed her my true colors. Next day, She packed her bags and left. It's been 3 months now, I am the one begging every day, but she said she can never forgive that insult.

‎Please, who is wrong here? I am the head of the house, yet she insulted my manhood first. Now I am the one begging and it is making me feel more annoyed. How do I get her to come back? ‎I don’t want to lose my marriage, but I am confused. She annoyed me first deep down I'm just apologize cuz i want peace to reign"
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I have been crying for three days straight, but I finally feel like I can breathe again. I am 31 years old, a nurse, and I have a son from a past relationship. For three years, I was with a man I thought was my "God-sent."

Because he said he wanted us to have a fresh start without "reminders of the past," I sent my son to live with my sister in the village. I sacrificed my own flesh and blood just to keep peace with a man. I thought it was love, but now I see it was control.

This man has never bought me a bag of pure water with his own money. Every time we have an event, he says his "goods are cleared at the wharf" or his "app is having issues." I ended up paying for everything our dates, his fuel, even the clothes he wears. When his brothers come to visit, I cook big pots of soup and buy them beer, yet if my own mother calls that she is coming to say hello, he starts complaining that there is no space in the house.

The breaking point was last week. We were supposed to pay the remaining balance for our wedding venue. He looked me in the eye and asked me to take a loan from my workplace, saying he would pay me back once his "contract money" dropped. A man who has not given me a common birthday card in three years is asking me to start my marriage in debt.

I sat down and looked at my life. I am over 30, yes. People will talk, yes. But do I want to spend the next 40 years as a "provider" to a man who doesn't even like my child?
I called it off. I went and carried my son from my sister’s place yesterday. Seeing the way he hugged me made me realize I almost traded a diamond for a piece of charcoal.

To my fellow women, please don't let the fear of age make you marry a burden. A man who loves you will love your "baggage" too. Did I make the right choice? I feel light, but the fear of starting over at 31 is shaking me.
Will I ever find a man who will love me and my son truly? Or did I just throw away my last chance?"😢😥"

"I thought I had finally found the man who would take me to the altar. We've been together for 2 years. He has a good job in the city and always told me how much he loved my intelligence and my drive.

Last week, he finally agreed to visit my family in the village. My mother was so excited. She spent her last savings to buy fresh catfish to make a special meal for him. Cuz our old plastic chairs were broken, she ran to the neighbor’s house to borrow a strong wooden bench so my "husband-to-be" could sit comfortably. But when he arrived, he looked like he was in a prison. He didn't even touch the water we gave him.

He just kept staring at my mother’s hands rough and dark from years of farming and selling firewood just to pay my school fees. He kept looking at the floor of our house" that is not tiled and the old zinc on the roof. Two days after he left, he sent me a long message that broke my heart into pieces. He told me that he is a man of class and he cannot bring himself to marry into a family where he will become the only hope for survival.

He said he saw the way my mother was looking at him, and he knows she only wants to use him as her poverty alleviation scheme. He said he cannot marry a girl whose background will pull him down. Before I could even explain that my mother is a proud woman who has never begged for a dime, he blocked me on WhatsApp. He blocked my calls. He deleted every trace of me from his life as if I were a disease. He didn't see the love in the food my mother cooked. He didn't see the strength in the woman who sold her last wrapper so I could graduate with honors but He only saw the old bench and the dusty floor.

My heart is heavy. Is it now a crime to come from a humble home? Does my degree mean nothing because my father’s house is old?😭 I'm heart broken, it's unbearable for me😭 💔"

3 days ago i lost my wife to a very brief illness just 2 Months after we had our first baby, the pain is unbearable and I can't hold it anymore.. I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face, feeling like I'm cursed. My life has been a series of tragic events, and I'm starting to lose hope.

Growing up, my life wasn't easy. My father had 2 wives, but his first wife died without giving him any children. She was a kind & gentle soul, but fate was not on her side. My father was heartbroken, but he didn't give up on love. He married my mom 2 years later & they had twin boys, my elder brother, and I. But tragedy struck again when my mother died shortly that same day after giving birth to us. My father was left alone, with two newborn sons to care for. My father did his best to raise us on his own, but it was tough. We struggled to make ends meet, & my brother and I had to fend for ourselves from a young age. Despite the challenges, we were determined to make a better life for ourselves. We worked hard, and after several failed business ventures, I finally hit the jackpot. I became a successful entrepreneur, and my bank account was overflowing.

With my help, My brother also succeeded in his own endeavors, and we were both living comfortable lives. But then, We both started to experience a series of tragic events that left us shattered. My brother's first wife,, died suddenly in a car accident, leaving him with no children. He was devastated, but he didn't give up on love. He met his second wife, and they had a beautiful baby girl together. But just a year after their wedding, she was diagnosed with cancer and passed away. As for me, I met my first wife, and we had a beautiful relationship, but we didn't have any children together. She died suddenly after a snake bite, and I was left heartbroken. I thought that was the end of my bad luck, but I soon met my second wife, She was a stunning beauty, and we had a lavish wedding. But a year after our wedding, a brief illness took her away. She only complained of headache

I met my third wife,, and we had a son together. But just 2 months after delivery, she fell ill. i took her to the hospital but all medical tests carried out on her confirmed her to be medically ok. Yet, she died in my arms few days later. My brother also met his third wife, had a beautiful son together. But just a few months after their wedding, she died suddenly, and my brother was left shattered. We're both lost and confused. We've done everything right, but it seems like we're cursed. We've tried traditional medicine visiting different native doctor and even pastors but nothing seems to be working.

Our father's life was also marked by tragedy. He never remarried after our mother's death, and he spent the rest of his life alone, raising us with the help of relatives. He passed away when I was a teenager, and we were left to fend for ourselves.

We're desperate for a solution, and we're counting on you. Please, ‎We're reaching out to the public for help, & prayers also hoping that someone can help us understand what's going on. We're tired of being alone, and we're tired of losing the women we love. We just want to find true love and live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask for? 😭😭"

This one is both painful and funny at the same time 😂💔

So my guy placed a bet of just ₦800, and boom… the possible winning was a massive ₦8 million. Instantly, his mindset changed. You know that feeling when your village people suddenly lose power over your life? 😂 He had already started planning his new life—soft living, enjoyment, settling bills, even helping people that never helped him before.

Then the moment came. He checked his ticket and saw ₦0.18… but in his excitement and disbelief, his eyes turned it to ₦1.8 million 😭. Before his brain could even process it well, he quickly rushed and hit the cash-out button. No second thought. No confirmation. Just vibes and premature celebration.

Happiness don finish him. The money had not even entered his account, but my guy had already stepped out to upgrade his life. He went straight to the market and bought a Redmi Note 15C. Not only that, he even opened the carton carefully like a man whose breakthrough had finally arrived . He sat down, phone in hand, refreshing his account, waiting for the millions to drop.

Then reality struck.

Sporty sent the notification: “Congratulations, you won ₦0.18.”

At that moment, everywhere just went quiet. His heart dropped. His account balance no change. The phone carton don open already. Dreams shattered instantly 😂💀

That was the exact moment life gave him a double slap—left and right.

Moral of the story: No matter how sweet the moment feels, always double check before you celebrate. Because sometimes, what you think is a breakthrough might just be 0.18 naira in disguise 🤣