Let me share my experience.
I met my boyfriend when I was 19 years old. I’m now 25, and he’s just a year older than me. At the start, he was lovely, charming, and supportive. I stood by him when he had nothing because we started dating quite young. Throughout our six years together, I never cheated on him—not even once.
However, each year of our relationship, I found myself aborting one pregnancy for him. By the time six years had passed, I’d gone through six abortions. During this same period, he cheated on me countless times.
When I got pregnant for the sixth time, he told me he was ready to settle down and wanted me to keep the baby. At first, I wasn’t ready for a child, but I eventually agreed. I told him that if I got pregnant again, I’d keep the baby because it was time to make that compromise.
Two months later, I got pregnant again, and he was initially overjoyed. But within a week, he changed his mind. He said he wasn’t ready and didn’t want anything to “ruin his life.” I begged him to consider my health after everything I’d been through, but he swore nothing would happen to me and promised to stand by me through thick and thin.
Believing him, I went ahead with the abortion. But just a week later, I caught him in bed with a girl he’d always called his “best friend.” When I confronted him, he beat me up. A week after that, I caught him with the same girl again, and he beat me up again.
I later discovered he was also cheating with another girl who sold perfume down the street. By this point, he stopped caring about me. He rarely called, ignored my messages, and avoided me altogether.
Out of frustration and hurt, I cursed him with the blood from the last abortion. I made a spiritual covenant, declaring that he’d never know peace, happiness, or success. I cursed that anyone who tried to break the covenant would suffer unless he apologized to me and I willingly forgave him.
After that abortion, I went for a medical checkup. The doctor told me I could never conceive again, and that it would take a miracle from God for me to get pregnant.
Now, my ex-boyfriend is suffering. He’s lost everything—his car, his house, and his business. His life is in shambles. His sister also lost her baby during childbirth, and his family has been begging me to forgive him.
At first, his mother tried to harm me spiritually, but when she realized she couldn’t, she began appearing in my dreams to beg for my forgiveness.
Should I forgive him and move on, even though this man has made me barren? Or should I let the curse continue?
As much as I don’t entirely believe in superstitions, I do believe in spirituality. Life is deeply spiritual, and some people shouldn’t be played with—especially those who’ve been loyal to you.
On a final note, I also take responsibility for my part in this. He didn’t force me to open my legs or skip contraception. I should’ve known better.
To anyone reading this, forgiveness isn’t just for the other person—it’s for your peace of mind too. If you have the power to curse someone, you also have the power to decree blessings into your own life. Pray to God for healing, and trust Him for restoration.
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