06/11/2025
He proposed to me and later married my younger sister. I don't think I'll ever forgive him or my sister for doing this to me.
Elvis was doing his national service when he proposed to me. He was a cool guy, but I wasn't feeling the connection. I thought if I kept talking to him and gave it some time, something might grow. So for the next three months, I kept asking him for more time to think. I kept him in my mind and stayed close to him to see if feelings would develop, but I just couldn't feel it.
He visited me often at home, and my parents and siblings knew him as my friend. I won't say he didn't do his best to win me over, but sometimes it happens, a guy can do everything right and still not win the girl's heart.
One day, he said, "It's about time you told me the truth. Do I have a chance with you?" I told him, "You're a good guy, and I've come to love your personality, but whenever I think of you as a boyfriend, the whole idea loses its spark. If you can give me more time to figure things out, maybe we could be together someday." He tried to keep a straight face, but the disappointment was written all over him.
He didn't leave me alone. He kept coming around, hoping I would change my mind. It was during that time that George proposed to me, and I accepted. The day Elvis found out I was dating George, he called me: "Tell me it's not true." I said, "I can't lie to you. It's true." He asked, "When did that guy come into the picture? What do you see in him that you don't see in me?" I wished I had a perfect answer, but when I tried to explain, words failed me.
From that day on, things changed between Elvis and me. He stopped calling and stopped visiting. When I commented on his Facebook posts, he would skip over my comment and respond to everyone else's. I got the message. He had moved on and didn't want anything to do with me, so I stopped trying.
A year or so later, my younger sister told me Elvis had traveled to Canada. I asked how she got to know and she answered, "He told me himself." Then she said something that took me aback: "We've been talking for some time now." I asked, "Talking? What have you been talking about?" My sister is the jovial type, so it's hard to tell when she's serious. She just laughed off my question and left.
A year later, my sister told me, "Elvis asked me to extend his greetings to you." I said, "You two are still talking?" Again, she laughed it off. I went on Facebook Messenger and sent Elvis a message: "My sister told me you asked about me. If you want to know how I am, why don't you talk to me?" The message was seen and read, but I never got a response.
Two years later, on my sister's birthday, Elvis wrote a revealing post on his wall that suggested they were dating. My sister commented underneath, "Thank you so much, dear. I canât wait for that day." I went to the thread and asked, "What day are you talking about that I donât know?" Minutes later, I checked again, and my comment had been deleted.
My suspicion grew wild. I felt something was going on. I asked my sister several times, and she denied it.
In August 2017, I was going through the hardest heartbreak of my life. I had lost George and was nursing my broken heart when my mom called: "Do you know your sister is getting married to your friend?" I asked, "Which friend?" My mom answered, "That friend of yours who used to come here. He's abroad now." I didn't say another word. My mom kept talking, but I didn't hear anything she said. Unbeknownst to me, Elvis had been speaking to my dad about his plans to marry my sister, and the arrangements were far along before my mother told me.
Again, I messaged Elvis: "Are you doing this to make me jealous? You're going after my sister after proposing to me and being rejected? Why would you do that? I thought you were a gentleman. So if I had said yes to you, you still would have had eyes for my sister?" I kept talking and talking. He read it and said nothing. It was like screaming at the dead in a cemetery.
I was there when Elvis came home to marry my sister. I sat through the ceremony, waiting and wishing it would be over so I could go home and sleep. Elvis had been in Ghana for three months, came home every day until he married my sister, but not once did he say a word to me. He spent all his time trying to avoid me. Even when it became unavoidable, he found subtle ways to steer clear. Six months after the wedding, my sister packed her bags and left the country to live with Elvis.
Since they got married and my sister moved abroad to be with him, I've never heard from her directly. She calls home and talks to my parents all the time, and at the end, she tells them, "My greetings to Philippa." All I get from her is a greeting. All of this makes me think the two of them are on a mission to hurt me, and it's Elvis's idea for my sister to cut ties with me.
And I hate himâI hate him with everything in me.
