When My Past Caught Up With My Present, I Wasn't Ready

Arpi De Arpi De in Life Is Tough on 29 July, 2017

I met my boyfriend on the 2nd of October in 2015. I knew him for about four months before we finally met.

I saw him online, on Facebook, first. We began chatting there.

It didn’t take long for our conversations to turn flirtatious. And I fell for him instantly.
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We shared everything with each other and I even told him about the one relationship that I had years ago. He never had a problem with my past. That’s until one day, it came back to haunt me.

When I was in my previous relationship, I started to spend a lot of time with his friend. I’m not sure why: whether I just wanted someone’s attention or to make my then boyfriend jealous, but we started developing some sort of feelings for each other.

I kept this fact from my (current) boyfriend- it didn’t seem like something he should have known anyway since nothing happened between me and the best friend.

But one horrible day, that boy tried to come back into my life. He knew about my boyfriend and he also knew that he was a secret. I begged him to leave me alone, but to no avail.

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He said he wanted me. And he wouldn’t stop till he had me. I didn’t know what to do, except demand that he left me alone.

And that’s when he did something entirely unexpected.

He told my boyfriend about us. A version that wasn’t even true. My boyfriend called me and told me to never show him my face again.

He said that he’s never understood hatred, as he has today.

I didn’t know what to say. I tried to talk some sense into him, asked him to give me a chance to explain. It took him three days to call me back.

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These were his exact words to me, “If you promise to never see that boy again, I will marry you.” I was shocked, but I burst into tears and told him that I would never see that cursed face again.

We got married.

Little did I know, that this marriage wasn’t one that was based on any kind of love from his side.

He has no respect for me, he calls me a prostitute and doesn’t even touch me anymore.

He married me only because we had come so far, physically and because our families were involved. I don’t know what the future holds for me, but right now, it doesn’t look bright.

Author's Note:

If there's anything I've learnt from this experience, it's that no matter whom you are marrying: from your best friend, arranged marriage, anyone... be honest. And ask for honesty in return. It's the only way a marriage, a future, can survive.