It has become his obsession lately. He finds a way to bring it into our conversations every now and then. I find a way to avoid it. Mostly, I go like, “Why do you want to know? How does knowing help our relationship in any way?”

He couldn’t give me any appropriate answer until recently he gave a well-thought-out response. He said, “If our aim is to go to the end of time with this relationship, then we have to be open. We shouldn’t keep secrets, hoping the other partner won’t find out.”

I was like, “To me, things of such nature are not worth knowing. It belongs to our past. There’s a reason all of them didn’t work. I’m with you. Let’s that be enough.”

I know by this time you’re asking yourself, “What does he want to know that you’re not telling him?”

Well, it’s not easy to tell him just as it’s not easy to say it here but this is what he wants to know…

The number of men I’ve slept with since I was born.

Honestly, I wasn’t counting. The first happened when I was fifteen. It was rape. I don’t want to think about it. It hurts my memory. It shouldn’t count but telling him about my body count means I should tell him all that.

READ ALSO: Am I Normal To Want To Sleep With My Wife While She’s Sick And In Pain?

After that, I stayed with my rapist until nineteen. When I broke away from him, things got out of hand a little. I could sleep with anything in trousers if only his mouth could utter the word love; “I love you.” “I love your eyes.” I love your ass.” “I love the way you walk.”

There should be love in there and you win.

I was looking for true love and it meant I had to kiss a lot of frogs hoping one will turn into prince charming. I kissed and licked their whole body clean. They continued to remain frogs because frogs are frogs.

It was until I was twenty-seven that I told myself, “Enough is enough. Not all princes are frogs before a kiss turns them into beautiful princes. Some princes appear in shining armour to rescue those they love. I’m waiting for that kind of prince to rescue me.”

I was careful. I dated honestly and with an open heart and mind. Still, I didn’t win. I ended up adding to my body count until this very one came along.

We’ve dated for close to a year but all of a sudden, he wants to know how many frogs I’ve kissed and how many donkeys I’ve sat on. It’s not easy to count and it’s not easy to talk about your shameful past. That’s why I don’t want to answer that question.

I’m Afraid She’s Still Seeing Her Ex-Husband | Silent Beads

He has told me his number but I don’t know if he’s being honest with me. He said seventeen women. And then said to me, “I’ve done a lot and I don’t think you can beat this number, so tell me.”

I laughed inside my heart and said, “I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Let it rest.”

He wants to know. The more I keep it from him, the more he suspects foul play. The question is, should I tell him? Is it a good idea if I lie about it? To me, it’s either I tell the truth or I don’t say it at all. But then again, what will make a man so obsessed about his woman’s body count?

—Irish

Do you have any relationship experience to share? Email it to [email protected]

NOTE: NO PART OF THIS CONTENT CAN BE REPUBLISHED OR REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT THE EXPLICIT CONSENT OF THE EDITORS OF THIS BLOG

******