MEN ARE SCUM, HE PROMISED ME AND MY SISTER MARRIAGE AT THE SAME TIME- ANGRY LADY SHARES ANONYMOUSLY

If someone had told me that my own sister and I were dating the same man without knowing, I would have sworn it was impossible. But life has a way of humiliating you in ways you never imagine. This is my story raw, painful, and still unbelievable.

I met him first. It was at a friend’s birthday dinner. He was tall, soft-spoken, and funny in a calm, mature way. He wasn’t loud or flashy, just confident. We exchanged numbers that night, and soon enough, we were texting every day. He said all the right things called me “his peace,” prayed with me, made plans for our future. Within three months, he was already talking about marriage. I thought I had finally found my person.

My younger sister, on the other hand, had just moved to another city for work. We weren’t seeing each other often, but we talked regularly. I would tell her about this amazing man who made me so happy, though I never mentioned his name. She too, told me about someone she was seeing, a God-fearing man, serious-minded, and already talking about meeting our parents. We used to joke that maybe we’d both get married around the same time.

Months passed, and things between my boyfriend and me became even more serious. He met my parents, and they liked him instantly. He told me he wanted to formalize things by the end of the year. I was over the moon until the bombshell dropped.

My sister came home one weekend, all excited, saying she couldn’t wait for me to meet the love of her life. She showed me his picture on her phone. My heart stopped. It was the same man. My man. The man who had been calling me “wife” just that morning.

I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled as I tried to process it. I didn’t know whether to scream or faint. When I confronted him later that night, he didn’t even deny it. He said he “didn’t plan it,” that he “fell in love with both of us,” and that we “both made him happy in different ways.” I’ve never felt such rage and betrayal in my life.

My sister was devastated too. We cried together for hours. There was no fight between us just pain. Pain that one man could deceive two sisters who loved him deeply.

It’s been months now, but I still haven’t recovered completely. Sometimes, I wonder if men like him ever feel remorse. He promised me marriage.He promised her the same thing. To him, it was just a game. To us, it was love.