The way his phone was positioned beside the bed looked suspicious, but I trusted that recording us would be the last thing he would do. It was our first time after being in a long-distance relationship for over a year. I’d always said no because I wanted us to get to a place of safety and security first. I also wanted to know his intentions towards us. After a year, I felt I was in a safer place with him. I had met his family, and he had also met mine. So when he came around this time, I decided to give it all away.

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When positions changed, I realized the phone’s position had also changed. I asked, “Are you recording us?” He laughed it off. “Nooo, I’m not. For what?” And then he did shhhhh and asked me to be in the moment without distraction.

Positions changed again, and the phone’s position also changed. He was doing everything behind my back. I close my eyes a lot when I’m in the clouds, so I didn’t see it when he touched the phone, let alone changed the position. Just before we got to the climax, I snatched the phone from where it stood and looked at the screen. Lo and behold, he was recording.

I pushed him off and turned the camera off. After deleting it, I asked for the password so I could delete it from the trash. He said, “Why are you overreacting? I’m not using it for anything. It’s just to keep the memory alive.”

“What’s the password?”
“No, don’t do it.”
“What’s the password?”

Several minutes of back and forth later, he used his face to unlock it, and I deleted it from the trash. I started dressing up. He was like, “Ah, but we are not yet done?”

I dressed up, called a Bolt, and the next minute, I was out of the place.

I was traumatized, to be honest, especially when he had given me his word that he wasn’t recording. I got home and texted him that the relationship was over. It wasn’t about the recording. It was about the lie. It would be very hard for me to trust him again, so the best was for us to cut it.

Three Months After Our Breakup, He Got Married

He’s shocked something “this small” could bring us to an end. To me, to love is to be safe. To give myself away is to feel secure about where I’m falling. To stay in love is to have an abundance of reasons to trust. He took it all away by that simple act of indiscretion. He’s still begging to be back, but once doors are closed, they stay shut.

—Juliet

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