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I have met a really generous, wonderful man online, and I want to go and be with him. And no I will not be telling my family about my travel plans. My man and I have decided we’ll keep it under wraps.

For my mother, I have always been a tool. A tool to frustrate my father, a tool to feed her anger and frustration. She has always, always required that I stay close to her, but she has never been kind to me.

When I was born, my parents were not together. In fact I have never had much of any relationship with my father. In  my early childhood, as far as I can remember, it has been me, my grandmother and my mother.

My earliest memories of my father are of him visiting our home in Agogo and my mother fighting loudly with him, calling him all kinds of names, while he either calmly walked away or sat quietly and collected the insults. My mom’s favorite thing to say to my father is, “Irresponsible!”

I was always an inactive, sick child, always anemic, always underweight and exhausted. My grandma and mother said I was lazy, but I was just too weak to do anything. It is now that I am nineteen that I have been able to afford a doctor who has diagnosed me with hepatitis C and acute , chronic liver disease, something the health workers believe I contracted at my birth when my mother received a blood transfusion. He graciously put me in intensive liver therapy, and for the first time in my life I feel active. I am beginning to put on weight and I can eat well. The sad thing is my mother didn’t pay for the therapy or seek help for me, I did it on my own. I used funds I received from my online boyfriend to pay for the treatment.

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