His Sexual Fantasy Scared The Hell Out Of Me, I Still Loved Him

Anonymous Anonymous in Dirty Picture on 11 August, 2017

I loved a man too sincerely. Yes, I did. I met him through a friend of mine and we became great friends. He, then, proposed to me. It was all dreamy. I said YES! He worked in the movie industry down south.

Things went smooth for a year. One fine day, he said he wanted to talk to me about a sexual fantasy he had. I was ready to listen and to my horror, I wondered if this was the man I had loved for a year. His sexual fantasy was nothing but INCEST. I had always been a person who valued relationships and loved my parents and siblings for what they are. How could I approve of such a fantasy? And, for the very first time, WE FOUGHT!

Once we were done with the fight, I asked him not to talk about INCEST anymore. I mean, how on earth can anyone have sex with their own parents or siblings? Things got okay gradually. My parents and siblings were settled abroad. My father had come for a vacation for 2 weeks and there begins the next set of issues. He asked me to check out my father's private parts. He asked me to go touch my father's private part when he came home drunk after a party. We went through another great set of fights.

Nothing was over there. When my brother came for his vacation, he asked me to lower my top and show him my cleavage and seduce him. We fought again. I tried my best to make him understand that we should all value relationships. He never understood what I said and the arguments heated up. He felt he was right and I was always wrong.

Months passed by, and he never spoke of his wild sexual fantasy again. I thought and believed that things were falling in place. One night, he called me and told me that he no longer had any feelings for me. I felt down and was shivering. I asked him why. He said there was no spark between us.

He said he met another woman on a social networking site and that approved of his sexual fantasies. He said he had feelings for her now and nothing for me. I was shattered. One and a half year of relationship, and I care about him. I loved him sincerely and deeply.

I just couldn't adjust to the reality. He told me that nothing would change between us even if she was there. I said I didn't want another woman in our lives. He was not ready to reveal her identity, saying he was concerned about her safety. I could do nothing, but cry. He was more concerned about her than me. But, I trusted him again when he promised she would not be a problem for me. I thought he would avoid her or maybe tell her about our relationship. He, instead, told her that he had a crush on her.

I was absent minded and this thought would never get off my mind. One day after he told me this, I met with an accident due to my carelessness and suffered from severe injuries. I had to undergo a surgery as well. He did turn up at the hospital and helped with everything. I was recommended 4 months of strict bed rest by the doctor. I was someone who never liked to sit idle. The situation just made things worse for me. I had nothing to do and I kept overthinking. I went through a very severe stage of depression. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was still in touch with the other girl. I wouldn't blame her for she never knew about me. I had another grand fight with him. I was so adamant that I wanted her out of our life.

Finally, he opened up to her about our relationship and she never messaged him again. I was relieved. But, that was just the beginning. There was a huge gap between us. Fights over fights, and me sitting idle at home, things got worse. Six months, I tried my best to get things back to normal. I went through severe depression. I expected he would help me get out of it. I expected he would extend a hand forward and get me out of depression. Never did he make an effort. We broke up once and I just couldn't live without him. It was more like I couldn't get used to not being with him. We got back together again after I called him. But, when nothing worked again, I understood I had to take a big step. Finally, we broke up and parted ways.

It was tough for me in the beginning. It was hard to adjust without hearing his voice. He used to call me or message me to check if I was fine. And, so did I. Gradually, everything fell in place for me.

Six months to the breakup, I now know what happiness is. I had my friends to help me out in every situation. We talk once in a blue moon, just to check on each other and know about each other's whereabouts.