I was sure he decoded I meant the exact opposite. “I am done with you James. We are over. This is a step I was supposed to have taken a long time ago, but because of how emotional I was, I still continued battling, I continued struggling to keep a failed relationship with you. “I don’t ever want to see your face again James. You’ve hurt me enough and you are the worst thing that ever happened to me” I said, scrounging my nose up and wiping off twin tears trickling down my cheeks. I paid for my coffee and left in anger. Salt water began to slide down my cheeks, mocking me as they revealed how I sincerely felt. “Tola…” James called out slowly like the name was an acid on his lips. bet he was probably still trying to take in all I said. With the shock in his eyes, one could tell he was waiting for me to come back and tell him I was sorry. I couldn’t believe I spent five years of my life with that son of a Bytch. Five good years! Tied down to a man that wasn’t worth it. I didn’t want this for my life.
Oh, you think I wanted to build a relationship of five years only to wake up one day and break it? No. I mean capital NO! I prayed, I fasted, I cried, Many nights I wept under my duvet. Hoping James would change, but he only got worse.
From cheating to multiple weird mood swings to being totally insensitive and unsecured to being a woman beater. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he wasn’t going to change before we got married. He wouldn’t change after our wedding. I was sure of it. Can one even change a man that is so rigid and doesn’t want to be changed?
I banished all thoughts of James and our relationship from my mind. I made up my mind to bury it in the darkest safe of my heart. I would explain to my mom and I only hoped she would understand why I had to make that decision. She loved James. She really took him like a son she never had.
Many times she would beg on his behalf. She was like his senior advocate. I would let her know I just had to break up with James. He wasn’t the man for him. I wasn’t in haste to get married.
I just wanted peace. Or is that too much to ask for?
My phone beeped twice. I needed no soothsayer to tell me it was my mom. I didn’t bother typing any message to her again. I started looking out for cabs. It was very late. The street was silent as a graveyard and dark. One could only hear the sound of birds chirping here and there. “God, I don’t know how I will get home but please keep me safe” I prayed. I started walking to the end of the road. Only to feel a finger tap on my shoulder. Then I felt something hit my head.
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