I broke up with my fiancé last year because I couldn’t afford being an insecure, aggressive lover; that’s not me. She gets thousands of messages from musicians, actors, PAs of politicians, even people I look up to who want to sleep with her. She wasn’t cheating then, but it was messing with my head. I told her to delete her Instagram; she refused. I called it off. I work in cybersecurity, earn 600k-1m Naira monthly; she wasn’t lacking. I opened a hair business for her. I loved her so much, but I love my mental health more. When I heard she nearly died aborting a pregnancy one big Lagos businessman denied, I felt sorry for her. I wanted to call her, but my junior sister took my phone away until I regained my senses. I saw her again; she’s hit rock bottom. I feel kind of guilty.