Before he started touching me, I told him, “I can be very loud. I hope your neighbours won’t hear us.” In his own words, he told me, “Here, everyone minds their business. I don’t think they’ll care.”

It’s not intentional, the way I moan during shuperu. I respond to the rhythm and soul of the action. When I’m hit where it tickles, the sound comes out naturally and it’s usually loud. I try to control myself often but I fail.

When he set off and I started making noise, he spoke softly into my ears, “That’s too loud. Can you tone it down? My next-door neighbour might hear us.” I didn’t have the voice to answer him. He kept going and I kept moaning loudly. He picked up a pillow and placed it on my head and started pressing it. He wanted to drown the noise but I was suffering. I nearly collapsed.

The next time when it happened again, he pushed cloth into my mouth and pushed it far into my throat. I was choking. I used the remaining strength in me to push him down. I didn’t continue. She screamed at me, “Why can’t you keep quiet? Don’t you know everyone can hear us?” I answered, “The problem is not me. It’s where you live. If you can’t stand the noise then let’s not do it again.”

We went on break for about two months. He finally succeeded in begging me to give him one more chance. I made a promise to tone the noise down but I couldn’t. He clasped my mouth with his hand and in the process blocked my nose. I couldn’t breathe. I was signalling him to stop but he didn’t see my struggle. When I finally overpowered him, I dressed up and left his place.

Nothing will make me go to his house again and nothing will make me do it with him again. He doesn’t respect my feelings and has no respect for what he does to me. I didn’t ask him to rent a place where the wall between two rooms is thinner than a sheet of paper. So to cut issues short, no shuperu and no visiting him again.

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But that also means I’m causing an injury to the relationship. For some time now, he doesn’t call me. When I text him, it takes forever for him to answer. I live with my parents so he’s not able to visit. When I suggest we should go out and have fun, he tells me he’s not a fan of outdoor outings. I don’t want to lose him this way but I can’t also allow him to kill me because of shuperu so now it’s like we are there but we are not there.

Is he moving on? Should I move on before he moves on? Because clearly, something has to change and he’s not ready to change and I’m not able to control it.   

—Lizzy

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