Having two sisters means every so often, I’m roped into watching one of their shows. Like many men, I pretend to dislike their taste, but I end up getting invested in these shows. On one occasion, the show in question was Why Did I Get Married? We joked about Marcus and Angela’s relationship-the constant drama from Angela stemming from insecurities. We argued with my sisters about men loving dramatic girls, and I kind of agreed. Little did I know I’d one day date an ‘Angela.’
I first saw her at Karura riding a bike. She had red hair, and it complemented her skin tone. Her hearty laughter made me turn to see who that was. She was there with a group of friends. I was trying a hand at photography. My focus at the time was nature. I didn’t walk up to her at that moment, but when I bumped into them later at a different part of the area, I decided it was a sign.
“Hey, I saw you earlier and besides your red hair, I like your laughter.”
She sized me up for a minute, trying to decide how to respond.
“Sorry, I’m Brian. I am not a creep in the forest, I promise. I saw you earlier and have now bumped into you again so I thought I should talk to you.”
“Oh phew, because creeps absolutely introduce themselves as so,” she said. We both laughed.
Her name was Diana. She was fiery, and with a sense of humour to top it up, I definitely liked her.
We exchanged numbers, and I even photographed her and her friends. We started dating a few weeks later. Everything was going well, and we were enjoying the honeymoon phase. Diana was passionate in all she did, including arguing, and I liked it at first. Things began changing after our first fight.
She was living with her sister, and she forgot to carry her keys on this particular day. The sister would be late, so she needed to pass the time as she waited for her sister to get home. I lived with my parents then, so I couldn’t take her home. Additionally, her phone’s charge was low, so I offered to swap phones so she could communicate with her sister. We exchanged phones, and she left for town to meet a few friends as she waited for the green light from her sister so that she could head home.
We met up the following day. I knew there was a problem from the eye roll I got as I walked towards her.
“Hi babe,” I said.
“Hi yourself from prison,” Diana responded.
“What are you talking about?” I asked her.
“You’ve been telling your friends dating me is like being in prison.”
“Diana, what are you talking about?”
She gave me my phone with much contempt, almost dropping it.
“I saw it on one of your Whatsapp messages,” said Diana.
“You went through my phone?” I asked, shocked by her actions and accusations.
“Why would you tell that girl that you’re in prison?” Diana continued asking, ignoring my question.
“What message are you talking about?”
“I think she was Ciku,” she said.
I scrolled down the phone because I couldn’t find the chat.
“This was a joke about how relationships restrict some things. Since you clearly had time to go through the messages, you should have seen that I said I was optimistic about us,” I responded.
“But why would you even make such a joke?” Diana asked.
“Diana, I last spoke to this girl three months ago, which was about when we were starting out. Secondly, you went through messages from months ago?”
It took her three days to admit she was wrong for going through my phone. She explained that her ex had cheated on her, so she looked for signs so that she was not caught unaware again. We talked and decided not to bring issues from the past into the relationship. It didn’t take long for another incident to happen.
About a month later, I moved out of my parent’s house and into my first apartment. We could finally have the sleepovers that we had wanted to enjoy. She was at my place almost daily. On the third weekend, I had my friends come over. They left the following morning, and I nursed a hangover for most of the day. I slept most of the day, so I missed Diana’s calls. At eight o’clock, a loud and persistent knock was at my door.
I went to the door, angry at the person knocking. It was Diana. I opened the door, and she entered forcefully.
“Where is she?” She asked.
“Who?” I asked her.
“The woman preventing you from picking up my calls.”
“There is no one here Diana.”
She went to the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, slamming the doors, looking for “this person” while accusing me of cheating. Then she went to the balcony outside the kitchen and started going through the trash. That’s when she saw it.
“Brian, did you honestly think you could hide it from me?”
“Diana, first of all, I need you to lower your voice and then explain what you are on about.”
“You didn’t do a good job of getting rid of the evidence, the truth is always revealed.”
“What evidence Diana?” I asked, getting frustrated.
“This,” she said as she gave me a tiny piece of silver wrapper paper. “Should I be grateful that you used protection?” Diana asked sarcastically.
“Are you serious right now? That’s an Indomie bumbu sauce wrapper,” I told her and walked away.
She went through the trash to confirm.
“Babe, I’m sorry. You know how you men are, you take any chance to do something sinister,” said Diana.
“Diana, I am not having this discussion with you again. You have ruined my day and I’m going back to bed.”
I never got over that incident, but we continued dating. A few weeks later, I decided to take my interest in photography further and turn it into a profitable venture. My friend set up a meeting with an established photographer who would be a mentor. We were to meet for an early dinner at a restaurant in a mall near where I lived.
The meeting was going on well, and the photographer liked my work. Our dinner was soon cut short.
“Caught you red-handed!” Diana said.
“Diana, not again!” I said.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out about this?” Diana asked.
“Lisa, kindly excuse us,” I told the photographer I was dining with as I pulled Diana to the side.
Diana unwillingly walked to the side with me. By now, people at the restaurant were staring at us.
“I don’t know how you got here but you have just interrupted an important business meeting. I was hoping Lisa would mentor me to become a prolific photographer but after the scene you’ve caused I wouldn’t blame her if she refused to do it.”
“But babe, a friend of mine saw you and told me that my man was out with another woman,” Diana defended herself.
“I’m tired of your insecurities, just leave, “I told Diana.
Luckily Lisa was kind enough to overlook the incident, so I didn’t lose out on the opportunity, but I decided I couldn’t keep up with Diana’s insecurities any longer. I broke up with her that evening.
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