He wanted to meet my parents right from the start, but I told him I needed to know him better so I could explain him to my parents. My mom is dead, so it’s left with my dad and a cousin of ours who lives with him.

He asked about my father’s job and I said he was a retired teacher and also a farmer.

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When our relationship was six months old, I took him home. It’s a four-hour journey and I hadn’t seen my dad in a long while, so I wanted to make it worth it. I bought some groceries and cloth for him. Honestly, I thought he would get my dad something, but when he didn’t, I didn’t ask about it.

We got home, I did the introduction, the reception was good, and the conversation was also enlightening. My dad even thanked him for showing respect by meeting him. I followed my dad inside and gave him the things I bought.

On our way back home, he asked how much I was sending to my dad monthly. I mentioned the amount, thinking he was planning something for my dad.

Three days, four days, a whole week and this guy’s attitude was off. I knew I hadn’t done anything to offend him, but I asked anyway. He answered, “You embarrassed me when we visited your father. Why didn’t you give him the things in my presence and tell him it was coming from us?”

I was like, “But they were coming from me? From a daughter to her father. That aside, why didn’t we discuss it before going if that was what you wanted?”

His answer was, “Do I have to tell you something as basic as this?”

The relationship is over.

I broke up with him that very day. “No, I can’t continue with a man who has this sort of perception. It’s basic? I didn’t know,” I told him. He said, “You’re not the one to break up with me because I broke up with you at your father’s place when you did that.”

The breakup doesn’t hurt me as much as having to explain to my dad why I broke up with the guy I introduced not long ago. When I call him, he asks about him. He even gives me tips on how to sustain the relationship. I smile to myself and say, “You don’t know what’s going on.”

—Mama

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