I Am Living With The Truth That I’m The Product Of Infidelity- Frustrated Man Shares Life Story.

Hello knowefritin blog ,My name is Benedict ( Not real name ) I live in Abuja Nigeria and I think it is safe to say that I am the product of an affair between my mother, who had me when she was just 20, and my married father, who was 46 at the time. From the very beginning, my life was marked by shame and rejection.

I lived with my mom, seeing my father only once in a while, until she passed away when I was 9. Then, the court ordered me to live with my dad and his wife. That was when my life truly fell apart.

My stepmother refused to acknowledge me. His older children treated me like I didn’t exist. Holidays were the worst everyone would be laughing and bonding like a family, but the moment I walked in, the mood would change instantly.

Sometimes my stepmother pretended to care, but it never lasted. Most of the time, I was the outsider. My dad talked to me, but even with him, I always felt like I was an unwanted responsibility.
Because I wanted to avoid them, I stayed locked in my room most of the time, living off junk food.

That habit followed me for years and left me struggling with my weight.
Then came high school. I met Emily (not her real name), a girl who finally saw me for who I was. She became my anchor, my only sense of family. But when she broke up with me in college, I felt like my entire world collapsed. She had every right to move on, but for me, it was like losing my mother all over again.

Later, I met Monica (also not her real name). She came from a “perfect family”married parents, nice home, siblings. Everything I didn’t have. She loved me, but her family didn’t.

They thought I wasn’t good enough for her. I overheard them one day, talking about me behind my back calling me fat, unworthy, and saying I was holding her back. It broke me. I cried in my car like a child, thinking maybe they were right.

But when Monica found out, she stood by me. She told me I was her soulmate, that she loved me even at my lowest moments, and that no one could define our love. She even cut ties with her family for me.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I am enough.

I don’t know who else needs to hear this, but if you are a product of brokenness, rejection, or betrayal you can still find someone who sees you as whole.

So in conclusion, I was born from an affair. My step-family rejected me. I grew up broken, overweight, and unloved until I met someone who truly stood by me and proved that love can heal the deepest wounds.

💬 What do you think about this story? Have you ever experienced rejection from family or society? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

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