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26/09/2025

Between a chéating partner and a wife Beátér who u go choose as a woman

My greatest phobia in this kontry is fálling sịck because if u mịstakely go govérnmént hospital at the end of the day ev...
26/09/2025

My greatest phobia in this kontry is fálling sịck because if u mịstakely go govérnmént hospital at the end of the day everything go wòrst may God give us good héalth.Our héalth will not faịl us when we need it most

Na only oluwa fit help me for this week chællenge nothing else ooh
26/09/2025

Na only oluwa fit help me for this week chællenge nothing else ooh

If u no strong for this life the kind shege wey life go show he no go funny make I just the gather all the story wey my ...
25/09/2025

If u no strong for this life the kind shege wey life go show he no go funny make I just the gather all the story wey my mouth godi

Make ndi want to come and chop mark nwa Nsukka money u must be ready ooh and get strong mind ndi weak obi no dey too go ...
25/09/2025

Make ndi want to come and chop mark nwa Nsukka money u must be ready ooh and get strong mind ndi weak obi no dey too go far ooh but on God we move regardless

Greetings to all my amazing ndi OMA Na una be say I still dey show up thanks for the support
25/09/2025

Greetings to all my amazing ndi OMA Na una be say I still dey show up thanks for the support

25/09/2025

He no easy ooh but on God

I just hope next will be mòre better ooh I no understand this week
25/09/2025

I just hope next will be mòre better ooh I no understand this week

Life Happens: My Story of Regret and PainLife happens. We say this every day, but for me, it isn’t just a phrase — it is...
24/09/2025

Life Happens: My Story of Regret and Pain

Life happens. We say this every day, but for me, it isn’t just a phrase — it is my reality.

I was once a happily married woman, blessed with five beautiful children. My husband was a good man, a responsible man, who carried our home on his shoulders. I was a working-class woman, earning well, yet for reasons I cannot forgive myself for, I never thought of supporting my husband.

Every time he asked for help, I would tell him I didn’t have. Not because I was broke, but because I had shifted my priority away from my own home. My mother’s voice always rang in my ears: *“Help your siblings, nobody else will. You’re the one doing well.”* And I listened.

Year after year, my salary went into projects that were not mine. I built a house for my brother. I built one for my mother in the village. I carried the weight of my extended family’s survival, forgetting the man who was standing with me under the same roof, paying every bill, buying even my sanitary pads, making sure our children lacked nothing.

Then life turned.

In 2021, my husband was diagnosed with kidney failure. My world collapsed. For the first time, I desperately needed help. I ran to the very brother I had emptied my strength and sweat for. I begged him to help me save the man who had given his all for me and our children. He looked me straight in the eye and said, *“I don’t have money.”*

That moment broke me.

I tried everything humanly possible, but I couldn’t save him. My husband died. And with him, a part of me died too.

Now, I am here — left with my children, playing the role of both father and mother. Every night, the weight of regret presses on my chest. I built houses for others, but not for my husband, not for my own home. I neglected the man who truly loved me, the only man who truly had my back.

If there is one thing I want anyone reading this to learn, it is this: *Do not make the mistake I made.* Family is important, yes. But your husband, your wife, your immediate family — they are your first responsibility. Do not neglect them for others, because when life happens, when the storm comes, it is not those outsiders that will stand by you. It is the ones under your roof.

I live with this regret every day. My story is not just pain — it is a warning. Treasure your home. Don’t take your partner for granted. Because when life happens, love and loyalty are worth more than all the money in the world.


Lately, a lot has happened that I don’t even know where to start. Life is truly deep, and as I write this, tears are alr...
24/09/2025

Lately, a lot has happened that I don’t even know where to start. Life is truly deep, and as I write this, tears are already falling. We all make mistakes, but I don’t know if I will ever forgive myself.

As a girl, I was sent out to live with strangers at a tender age. I grew up learning survival the hard way—without leaning on anyone’s shoulder. That shaped me, but it also left a wound in me. I never bonded with my mother. At some point, I even started seeing her as a distraction, like she was standing in the way of my success.

It went so far that on my wedding day, I didn’t even recognize her. I don’t know why it was like that. My husband would always talk to me, telling me to let go of the past and try to be nice to her. But deep inside, I couldn’t see her as my mother. I saw her like an outsider.

When she came for omugwo after I gave birth, I didn’t want her around me. I pushed her away, both with my words and actions. I starved her for three weeks in my own house, all because of the bitterness I carried in my heart. One day, after pretending with an apologizing face just to get her little trust back, I did something I regret for the rest of my life.

I pushed my mother. Yes, I did. She fell down the staircase and was rushed to the hospital. Since that day, she has been on oxygen, fighting for her life. I feel so broken. I feel like a mònster. If I could turn back the hands of the clock, I would.

Mummy, I am sorry. From the deepest part of me, I am sorry. Please forgive me. Please stay alive. I need you.

To everyone reading this, I beg you—pray for my mum.



Just dey come back from work what an hectic day he no easy ooh 😘😂😘😘
23/09/2025

Just dey come back from work what an hectic day he no easy ooh 😘😂😘😘

Greeting to una all my famz this Na new week let go as usual once this pump up for ur fyp hùg am connect with huz indica...
22/09/2025

Greeting to una all my famz this Na new week let go as usual once this pump up for ur fyp hùg am connect with huz indicate with the coded word the go huz go wait

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