Years ago, when I was much younger and naive, my elder sister had a boyfriend which we all knew, he was cool, funny and very caring. But for some reasons my sister never really liked this guy, she is always being harsh on him, never giving him the attention he deserves.

On a family occasion we exchanged contacts, at first it was all about my sister. I never had any intention whatsoever, all it was basically was, “hey are you around your sister, she is not picking my calls” or something but it was always about my sister.

This went on for months that we became even closer, he will always be complaining of how my sister is not treating him right, I will try to mediate, tell him to give her time and then I will try talking to my sister too.

Without giving much attention to it, he started being over nice, telling me how I am much nicer than my sister, how I am always there for him and all, giving him attention even more than his girlfriend (my sister).

Long story short, we went out couple of times (my sister was aware of some) and the last time, I ended up in his house one thing led to another, we had s*x.

Till today I don’t know how that happened, but it happened. I was ang*y, left and went back home. I cried but pulled myself together and vowed not to tell anyone cause i was ashamed.

Weeks went by and I was finally getting over it, I blocked him on every end and never talked to him again.

But the devil wasn’t done yet, the next month I missed my period, ran test and viola I was pregnant.
I felt like k*lling myself. What do I say, what do I tell my sister, what do I tell my mother? My world came crumbling. I summoned the courage to call this guy, guess what he said…. He said I should get rid of it that it’s my sister he wants not me.

I am married with kids, I am better off now but this has never left me, the guilt, the hatred, and the pain of dealing with this alone at that age.

I’m grateful to God that my sister didn’t end up with him because that would have made my pain eternal.