My name is Omotola. I am a young Nigerian and a first year student in the university. I have a story to tell and I really would want you guys to learn something from it. Life is all about lessons and I wish to use my life story to send some messages across. I met my boyfriend when I was 19 years. He was three years older and we started a relationship. He was my first boyfriend. We met in Lagos. I just thought he was so cool, he’s really good looking. At first he came across as pretty nice towards me, sort of protective over me, looking out for me and so on. But it wasn’t long after we got together that he started this jealousy thing, like he was constantly watching me to see if I was cheating on him. He just went crazy if I talked to other guys at a party or exchange greetings with a male counterpart. H e acts like I was flirting with every guy I spoke to, which I wasn’t. He was like “you’re my girlfriend and you do as I say”, basically that was his attitude. At that time, I took it as a sign that he really loved me, he wanted me so much. We made love after about a month we met. I was quite nervous, mainly because my parents are really strict and I was like, just so scared about them finding out. T hey are quite religious, they don’t believe in sex before marriage. I didn’t really want to do it, it was my first time and I was really stressed out about it. But I thought I’d better give in to his request because he really wanted it. really quiet with him, hardly ever smiled. I was just so stressed out all the time, constantly worrying what he thought, trying to do what he wanted so he wouldn’t get so aggressive or hassle me. I was really nervous around him and scared of setting him off. I lost contact with most of my friends because he harassed me so much when I saw them. I didn’t really tell anyone about how he treated me, because I thought it must be my fault. Once, some friends saw him shouting at me about something and they were like “Why do you put up with him? You should just break up with him” . T hat made me feel really bad too, because I felt so stupid, like there was something wrong with me for putting up with him. really quiet with him, hardly ever smiled. I was just so stressed out all the time, constantly worrying what he thought, trying to do what he wanted so he wouldn’t get so aggressive or hassle me. I was really nervous around him and scared of setting him off. I lost contact with most of my friends because he harassed me so much when I saw them. I didn’t really tell anyone about how he treated me, because I thought it must be my fault. O nce, some friends saw him shouting at me about something and they were like “Why do you put up with him? You should just break up with him” . That made me feel really bad too, because I felt so stupid, like there was something wrong with me for putting up with him. O n the day I broke up with him, I’d been late to meet him. Then I had to hand in an assignment that I’d worked really hard on. H e was so angry about me being late, he grabbed the assignment and just ripped it up, right in front of me. I’d been told by the teacher I’d probably fail if I didn’t get that assignment in. So I just lost it. I said “that’s it”, and I walked off in the other direction. He comes after me and says “don’t you walk away from me”. I said “I’ve had it with this”. S o we’re screaming at each other in the street, he’s grabbing me by the arms and holding me and shouting at me, saying if I leave him he’ll tell my parents what I’ve done, like having sex and everything. When I get home he’s not there, and I just walk in and burst into tears in front of my mother. I just blurted out everything. She was pretty shocked, going on about “How could you? You should have told us, we knew he was bad for you” and so on I was partly crying with relief, the relief of having finally told someone. He sent me a few text messages, some angry, some apologetic, but I didn’t care. Because I have closed my heart. O ne thing I’ve come to learn in life is that the only limitations you have are the ones you have imposed on yourself.
No comments:
Post a Comment