I have been dreading getting to this part. It makes my tummy ache, and I feel ill. It’s amazing how my tummy reacts to my emotions, it’s almost as if that’s where they materialize.
I have mostly skipped the fights we had, they were not many and I don’t like the way I feel when I think of them.
The turmoil I go through every time I am in a relationship is what has kept me single for a very long time. I don’t flirt and I don’t do flings because I am too sensitive for all that nonsense.
The first fight we had was about the lost text, I mentioned that one already. Then he didn’t like the fact that I use “what” regularly. He said I had no manners and was being rude. Then we had a a misunderstanding about a porn video he sent me which I refused to watch.
My punishment? My punishment was that he would give me the silent treatment until he thought i’d learnt my lesson. I would spend hours feeling miserable, staring at my phone, hoping against hope. Wishing the heavens down, that he would talk to me, even if he was cursing me out… anything!
I wanted so badly for us to work that I ignored the little red flags, a horrible habit of mine I must add.
They say if you want something, you must ask for it, right? So I began to ask….
“OK, will you chat with me when you get home or not?” If I were any more nervous, I would have melted into the disappearing dusk.
“We’ll chat while am waiting for the bus” came the reply.
I wasn’t going to stop here.
“Why not when you get home?” no reply
“??”….. quiet.
“Is there something you are not telling me, Gatiep?” I needed an answer and it wasn’t coming fast enough.
“I didn’t mean it that way” came the reply,
“And by the way, why are you attacking me?”
” I am not attacking you” I retorted.
“Jrrrrrrrr man no” he replied, betraying his frustration.
“There are things I need to know, like why you won’t chat to me when you get home or on weekends, maybe you have a wife/partner” I breathed, I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath for so long, probably throughout this entire fling!
” I need to know these things so I know where I stand, so I won’t bother you” I went on.
I waited….
” we’ll talk tomorrow”….
That night, we chatted a bit when he got home. I even got an “I love ja” from him. I slept with a smile on my face, dreaming of tomorrow.
05:53 am.
“Morning, I am on my way” he texted.
I couldn’t wait! I got ready, and left for the rank.
“Where r u?” I enquired when I got there.
“Sorry babe, I am gonna be late, I forgot something at home. I had to turn around it’s best you leave without me” …..My heart sank my tummy felt like a ton of cement had been deposited in it. I knew it…. somewhere at the back of mind I knew this conversation was never going to happen. I was angry. I did not reply. The journey was long and lonely.
“Are you cross with me babycakes?” I could almost hear his voice in that text.
“Yes I am” I replied
“Y?” He asked.
” because you lie to me all the damn time, and when you lie to me it shows that you don’t respect me, and you think I am too stupid to notice” I vented, my heart felt like it was going to explode.
“When did I lie to you?”
I ignored him. A couple of hrs passed. I didn’t know how to reply. Then my phone buzzed, I knew it was him. I wasn’t prepared for this text….
“To start a relationship in this manner is not healthy so I think it’s best if we stay friends it will be hard but I will get over u sorry for lying to as u say and I apologise for hurting u am sorry ”
I was stunned, then angry, then relieved. I hadn’t expected it to be over so soon, I didn’t see it coming and finally the roller coaster ride of emotions was over. It was over. Now I had to get over him, not a simple process, but one I was familiar with and had even made friends with.
So at 08:45 am that Friday, the end happened.