I went to his house one day, and he was washing. We had been dating for a few months, and everything was going well. I spoke with him for a few minutes and went inside to wait for him. I put a movie on, but I couldn’t get to the middle of it before I fell asleep.

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I woke up to see him eating, and I asked why he didn’t wake me up when he finished washing. He said he didn’t want to interrupt my sleep. I went for a drink from the fridge to join him to eat, but he got up with the food and asked me to go to the kitchen and make my own food.

I thought it was a joke, so I chased him around with my drink in my hand while he carried the food and ran around the room. I got tired and stopped chasing. He said, “What have you done since you came here that you want food? You saw me washing, and instead of taking over, you came to sleep, but you want to be given food for sleeping?”

He didn’t give me the food, but I wasn’t angry. After eating, he refused to join me in the hall like we used to. He went to the bedroom to sleep. He said he had used all his energy to wash, so he needed rest. Throughout the visit, he found a way to avoid me or gave me excuses.

I got home and called to tell him I was home. He started recounting all the tests he had given me and how I had failed them.

“The first time you came here, there was everything in the fridge, but you didn’t cook. You watched me go to the street to buy food.”

“The other time when you came here and I complained that I hadn’t washed for days, I thought you would gather my things and wash for me. You didn’t do it.”

“Today, you met me washing and chose to watch TV instead. Is that how a woman behaves in her husband-to-be’s house?”

Unbeknownst to me, the whole relationship had been a series of tests that I had been failing. I said, “I came into your life a few months ago, and you want to hand over the labor part of your life to me? Is that what you need a woman for? To wash and to cook? If I took over the washing today, what would you have done—sleep?”

He answered, “Oh, so if I say one, you’ll say ten? Then this relationship won’t work, ooo. I want to date a woman and not a parrot.”

Right there, I knew I was in the wrong place and in the wrong kind of love. In his mind, he was telling me what he expected from a woman so I would know my place, but I was too far gone. I stopped calling and texting. He invited me on a date so we could talk about it, but I didn’t go. He asked, “Is that the end? Because I asked about washing?” I answered, “Because I’m a parrot when all you want is a woman.”

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There’s one thing I’ve learned on Silent Beads’ comment section: don’t start what you can’t finish. I’m not ready to start cooking, washing, and cleaning after a mere boyfriend when I know I can’t do it forever. The relationship is dead. I used my “parrot mouth” to kill it.

—Dolly 

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