I had just moved into a new apartment and was settling in well. Being an artist, I wanted to live somewhere where I was surrounded by vibrant energy and I got that at the new place. There were many young people and some were in the creative space. We used to spend a lot of time in the entertainment space playing table tennis and chatting about life. I also found out there was a gay community in the apartment which was interesting.
I had never lived in a place quite like that one. There were so many different people which made life interesting every day. Whenever we hung out, there was a new story about what was happening in the apartment. From friends sleeping with each other’s boyfriends to alleged rich guys who didn’t pay their bills, there was never a dull moment. I even became friends with one of the gay guys living in the apartment since he used to give me all the juicy gossip.
In exchange for the gossip, I’d host him at my place and we would drink the night away. He became a really close friend. However, anytime my boyfriend was coming over, I made sure that the guy wasn’t around. He would constantly say homophonic remarks so I didn’t want to know what he would do if he met someone who was gay.
“Is your boyfriend coming over?” My friend asked.
“Yeah,” I replied disappointingly.
He already knew that it meant he couldn’t come over but I told him it was because my boyfriend was insecure and he would be mad if he found another man at my house.
He was pretty understanding and we never had a problem. Anytime my boyfriend visited me, he wouldn’t come to my house until he left.
I used to get invites to perform at clubs or events. Most times, my boyfriend accompanied me. I decided to invite my gay friend to one of my events since he was a fan of my work and that was where he met my boyfriend.
“I’m Daniel.” He introduced himself.
I could tell that my boyfriend wasn’t very comfortable but he kept his cool throughout the event. Daniel also behaved himself and tried not to push the boundaries though he had a tendency to do so.
After the event, my boyfriend drove us both to our apartment. Daniel went to his apartment and we went to ours.
“Is your friend gay?” He asked once we got to the house.
“Yeah, why?”
“You know I don’t like those kinds of things.”
“What things? Did he bother you?”
“No, but I felt weird around him.”
“Don’t worry, he won’t hang out with us all the time but you need to get used to him because he’s my best friend.”
I thought it was a good idea to slowly introduce them so that my boyfriend could get used to him. However, nothing changed. They barely said anything to each other and at times, didn’t even acknowledge each other.
“I think your boyfriend has a serious issue with gay guys,” Daniel said.
“Yeah, you know how African men are.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t come over anymore because I don’t even feel safe around him.”
By this time, my boyfriend had started spending a lot of time at my place but he still had a problem being around my gay friend. So, I had to choose whether to break up with him or cut Daniel off. I chose the latter and Daniel didn’t take it well.
I became the talk of the apartment and was labelled homophobic even though it was my boyfriend who had an issue with him. Our friendship died a quick death and we both moved on with our lives.
Then, other rumours started to spread that Daniel was seen coming from my apartment. I knew it wasn’t true since Daniel and I hadn’t spoken for months.
“What about your boyfriend?” One of my friends asked.
“He can’t hang out with Daniel. He’s the reason our friendship ended.”
“You never know.”
I brushed off those rumours since they were too wild to be real. Then, one day as I was out and about, my friend called me to inform me that Daniel was seen going to my house.
“Babe, your boyfriend opened the door for him. There’s something fishy going on.” She said.
I hung up immediately and went back to my apartment. I was there in less than 10 minutes which was a record time. When I opened the door, the living room was empty though there were signs of people. The table had two glasses of half-drunk whiskey and there was a jacket on the couch.
I walked in slowly as I inspected the house but nothing seemed unusual so far. Then, I heard noises coming from the bedroom and I rushed in thinking I would find another woman with my man. It was the opposite. I found my man sleeping with another man. I was speechless since he always talked badly about gay guys.
When Daniel saw me, he chuckled but my boyfriend couldn’t hide his fear.
“Please, Rose, don’t tell anyone.” He kept begging as he wore his clothes.
“So you’re gay,” I said.
“I’m not. This was just a mistake.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Months,” Daniel answered arrogantly.
The more I asked, the more it sunk in and after a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran out of the house and went to the entertainment area hoping to find someone to talk to. I found one of my friends there and hugged her then broke down.
“My boyfriend is gay.” I kept saying while sobbing loudly.
Within no time, news had spread like wildfire and the whole apartment knew what had happened. I stayed there for hours since I didn’t want to go back to my apartment. By the time I went back, there was no one in my apartment. My boyfriend had left a note apologizing for the humiliation. A part of me still wanted to be with him but it wasn’t possible. He admitted that he was gay and that he has always had feelings for men. I was simply a coverup of his true feelings.
Check out
When She Found Out That Mr. Right Was Bisexual
My Crush Had A Secret Relationship He Hid From Me
He Used Her To Cover Up The Fact That He Was Gay
He Broke Up With Me After Finding Out I Was Bisexual
His Lesbian Best Friend Turned Out To Be His Ex! He Lied To Me For The Two Years We Dated
Image by pikisuperstar on Freepik
