The first time I got into his car, he opened the door for me. I sat down, and then he closed the door and walked to his side of the car. I was impressed. It had never happened to me before. I even joked about it, and he asked, “When you take trotro, doesn’t the driver’s mate open the door for you?”

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Weeks later, he proposed, and I asked him to give me some time. By that time, he had already stopped opening doors for me. I joked, “I haven’t even accepted your proposal, but you’ve stopped opening doors for me. I can’t imagine the next thing you’ll stop doing when I finally accept your proposal.”

It was just a joke, but he didn’t laugh. I also didn’t think the joke struck a wrong chord. But he went cold. He stopped calling and texting as much. I asked him what the problem was, and he told me, “I’ve withdrawn my proposal. If you really loved me, it shouldn’t take this long. And that statement you made (referring to the joke) shows the kind of woman I’m dealing with. I can’t open doors for the rest of my life.”

He has left me.

Why am I saying he has left me? The relationship didn’t even start. Yes, I had accepted the proposal in my heart, but I was trying to read the unwritten words, see the devil in the details, and notice the things hidden in plain sight before saying yes out loud. Just when I thought he was OK, he dropped me. He took back his proposal and didn’t even think of keeping me as a friend mpo.

Now, when he sees me going left, he passes right. I thought I was just joking ooo, now look at me. I’ve lost a boyfriend. Not only that, I was saving a little money because he used to give me lifts from time to time. I’ve lost that one too. Me and my big mouth.

—Freda 

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