I met him online. I told others that I met him through a mutual friend, Blair. He seemed like a nice guy, they always do online. We met on April 12th , 2014. Things were great, and simple. Eleven days later, he called me his girlfriend and I went with it. In seven days it would be his 20th birthday, and a week later we met in person. Everything was beautiful, I was in love. The real love. The real love is when you feel like that person only matters in the world, and you would do anything to make them happy. Once I met him he brought out the fun girl in me. I traveled a lot, flew on planes, and other new things.
Things went smoothly until October 4th came. I went down to Fort Worth (where he lives as well) for my uncle’s funeral. He and I stayed at a hotel room. After being pleasured all day in a pail room, even in the saddest of times, he had to work. Before he left I asked to borrow his laptop for homework that I did not complete the week before. Off to work he went. I sat at the wobbly desk typing away about a research paper. Once I was done, I decided to look at his pictures on his laptop. But before I clicked Iphoto, the black and white mouse hovered over the icon. I worried if I should do it or not, I worried if I was going to see something I didn’t like. Days before this trip, I had thoughts, dreams that he was cheating on me. Of course when I did tell him about them he would say, I always got the same answer, “I would never do anything like that to hurt you.” And I bought it. I ignore my thoughts and clicked it anyways, I scrolled up and down, I wasn’t searching for anything in particular , just looking. I scrolled upon a black naked woman, about six photos of her ebony body. I was shattered. In a million pieces.
Later that afternoon I confronted him about it. Of course he apologized. Then he cried. I should have been the one crying. The dumb little girl in me forgave him and continued on with the relationship.
Five months later I found his a picture of his best friend on his phone. She was in red lingerie. Again he apologized and cried.
Weeks after that I found out that he actually slept with someone in the month of Febuary. That was a huge blow. We decided to go on a break. Here and there came a few text about meeting each other up. Then he asked the question,”FWB?”. Again stupid me said yes. After a while we ended it completely. Those last few months were horrible. I had the sensation that I was being choked and abused. There were so many moments when I wanted to capture him and torture him slowly. But I knew I couldn’t do it.
