Instead, he wanted to see me have sex with another man. When I told my best friend, red flags went up for her immediately: “He’s trying to get rid of you.
He will slut you out to this man and then leave you and your reputation in the trash. ” But I didn’t believe her, this man had loved me since college, he would never hurt me like that.
I cut back on time with friends, cooked more meals, spiced things up in the bedroom, anything I could to put the love back in our relationship.
I was totally out of ideas when a few months before his birthday he asked a question that would change my life forever. Unlike most men, he didn't want to bring another woman into the bedroom.
Usually these songs remind you of fun on the playground or your mother's Sunday housecleaning routine or maybe a first dance.
Mine reminds me of the day my father literally ran away.
I always knew my father was different from other dads in the neighborhood, his moods went to extremes with no middle ground, he went away on weekends without telling my mom, he worked long hours but instead of that extra cash buying our family new stuff like everyone else in the neighborhood, our stuff seemed to keep going missing.
The weekend of his 25 birthday, we headed out of town and had the time of our lives.
I hid in shame for eight months before I gave birth to a healthy baby girl with my mom and BFF at my side.
I prayed hard for the father of my daughter to be my ex, but the joke was on me when the results confirmed that a nameless figure was the father of my child.
When it was over, the stranger left and my boyfriend and I checked out of the hotel and headed home.
All was well for a few weeks after we returned…until I missed my period.
After graduation we decided to move in together, but things started to change somewhere around year two of our post-college bliss.