MY MOTHER’S BOYFRIEND R*PED ME ON HER OWN BED, AND SHE BLAMED ME FOR Tempting HIM -LADY SHARES HEARTBREAKING STORY

I was 17, living with my mother in a one-bedroom flat in Ikeja. She had been dating this man, Chief, a 52-year-old businessman for almost a year. He was generous paid our rent, bought food, and acted like a father figure. My mother was always praising him.

One Friday night, my mother traveled to the village for a burial. Chief came to the house drunk around 11pm. I was already sleeping in the parlour because the room was hot. He woke me up saying he couldn’t sleep alone. Before I could get up, he pinned me down on my mother’s bed, covered my mouth, and tore my pant. I was a virgin. He forced my legs open and pushed inside me roughly, grunting like an animal with every painful thrust. It felt like I was being torn apart. He kept saying “You’re sweeter than your mother” as he pounded me hard, sweating and breathing heavily until he released inside me.

I cried and bled that night. When my mother returned the next day, I told her everything, showing her the blood on the bedsheet. Instead of anger at Chief, she slapped me and called me a liar. “You seduced him with your short clothes. Do you want me to suffer again? He is the one taking care of us!” Chief denied it and said I was making up stories because I wanted money from him.

She chose him. They are still together today. He still comes to the house and looks at me with that disgusting smile whenever my mother is not watching. I now sleep with one eye open, and I’ve started hating my own body because of how it was used on my mother’s bed.

The deepest pain is not even the rape itself. It’s watching my mother kiss the same man who violated me, while she looks at me with suspicion and disgust every single day. She chose his money and companionship over protecting her only daughter.

Some mothers don’t just fail you… they hand you over to the devil and tell you to stop complaining.