Ghosted

SOLVING the mysteries of your favourite childhood detective series Nancy Drew may have been fun, intriguing even, but you may never have imagined that years later you’d be sifting through evidence after being ghosted, as you try desperately to find the man you believe was your knight in shining armour.

Ghosting is considered the most cowardly form of break-ups, in which the person you have been dating suddenly disappears without a trace. It is said to be the most painful since the person being ghosted usually never receives closure.

Ghosting happens more frequently than we would like to admit. So this week, All Woman asked ghosts, as well as persons who have been ghosted, to share their unique experiences.

Chad:

It’s nothing I am proud of. In fact, every day I regret walking out and leaving her. I should have stood up to her family, but they never respected me and I knew that it would be a matter of time before she started taking on their habits. I saw the way she looked at me and before it actually happened I left.

Krisan:

I was convinced I had found Mr Right finally. I was 23 and got pregnant with my second child. He promised to help me through school and things were going well. He took care of me and my first child but my parents never stopped wanting. They wanted everything and he gave and gave until one day when I tried to reach him I couldn’t. He had become overwhelmed and I lost him.

Sheryl:

It doesn’t hurt anymore that he left after dropping me off at work. I was tired of the cheater anyway. What struck me most is that he could have told me that he loved me and then returned home to pack his things and leave home. A decent man would have left a note. But I say thanks to him for my freedom.

David:

Do you see how powerful a magician’s wand is? Well her breath had the same effect on me. But all she is was a pretty face — no substance. It’s sad that I didn’t tell her about her flaws but I just couldn’t go on. So after two months of dating I rented some place on the other side of the island and changed my numbers.

Allie:

Three years, six months and 23 days together and I went home after a four-day trip and found an empty house and a box with my clothes in the closet. My jewellery and everything I had worked all my life for were gone. Mark you, at 45 I knew well enough not to put a man’s name on my account and I am certain if I did, everything there would be gone as well. I am still mad at myself. I am still searching for the signs that this man was a gold digger and no matter how hard I try I still can’t see it.

Kerisha:

I hope that he can forgive me for what I did. I hope he realises that I wasn’t strong enough and I have never forgiven myself for leaving but I could not see myself taking care of a man who would be sick for the rest of his life. Even though I never spelled it out, I hope he knows that was what I meant when I said I couldn’t do it anymore.