It didn’t take long for Dex to start showing a few of his true colors…
As the months passed, he started dragging his feet whenever we had to attend functions thrown by my family. His excuse was always that he preferred to stay in, spend time alone with me and just chill. When I would explain that if I went without him, he was putting me in an awkward position to explain his absence, he didn’t seem to care. The times that he would flat-out refuse to go, he would accuse me of not loving him and I found myself making up excuses that he was sick or that I had a migraine and couldn’t attend.
And at other times that he would grudgingly go with me, he would sulk and ensure that we arrived very, very late. Then, like a flip of a switch, Dex would turn into the charming gregarious man everyone knew him to be and enjoyed.
I should have known that it wasn’t normal how the moment everyone’s backs were turned, he would act like an obnoxious baby to me, making me regret having insisted that he attend in the first place.
Then, when it came to going out with my friends, Dex always refused, especially if Samantha was involved. Scared that she would dislike him even more and not trusting how he would behave towards her, I started distancing myself from her at work and outside the office. No more lunches together, no more drinks after work on Thursdays evenings… Somewhere along the way, Sam found a new boyfriend at one of those nights out and I wasn’t even a part of it.
Our friendship took on a chill that it had never had before and I missed her.
Sam simply stopped inviting me out, gravitated towards others at work and carried on without me. If I did go out with others friends without him, he would sulk for days and drop comments about how selfish I was, making me feel guilty as hell that I wasn’t satisfied spending all my time with him. Then Dex would either give me the silent treatment or refuse to touch me for days, making me feel unworthy and unloveable.
“Agua que no has de beber, déjala correr“.
I didn’t want to upset the apple cart so I forced myself to go with the flow. I quickly learned to walk on eggshells around him, knowing what to say and definitely what not to say. I mean, I had finally found a good man who loved me and was it such a big deal that he had a few flaws?
Continuation: F is for “Frankenstein”
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