It was a long-distance relationship. I knew him long ago before we started dating. He was out of town working. We dated for three months before he finally came to town and we met. I was so happy to see him. He asked me to spend the night with him, and I agreed. He asked what I was going to tell my dad before leaving the house, and I told him to leave that one to me.

We met at night, went out to chill, and later ended up at his place. He asked what I told my dad and if my dad wasn’t going to get worried about the fact that I wasn’t sleeping in the house. I said, “I’m 28. I’m not a baby, so forget about my dad.”

We spent the night together in the most blissful time we’d ever had since we started dating. When I was leaving, he asked what I was going to tell my dad. I didn’t answer him. Later in the evening, he sent me a message that we couldn’t continue with the relationship. His reason? If it was that easy to spend a night with him, then it meant I’d been doing that very often because my dad had no grip on me.

I was angry and confused at the same time. I haven’t had a boyfriend in three years. My dad knows I’m not a child, so why would he care where I sleep and who I meet outside the house? My boyfriend concluded that I’m an all-over-the-place girl because no one controls me in the house.

I Left Him Because He Didn’t Help In The Kitchen

And this happened right after we’d spent a night together. If he was genuinely concerned, then why was he intimate with me in the first place? I’m walking around like it doesn’t hurt, but genuinely, I want to curse him. When I’m able to do that, I’ll tell the gods to make him run naked on the street to let the whole world know that his ‘thing’ belongs to the street if he could do it with someone he claims belongs to the street.

—Juliana   

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