I saw him going through my phone one night while I was spending the night with him. It was around 12 a.m. when I lifted my head and saw him busily scrolling through my phone. I had nothing to hide, so I lay there watching him take the intestines of my phone out and replace them with his own shame as he found nothing on it. Right after he put the phone down, I got up and said, “I’ve been watching you. Did you see what you were looking for?” He chuckled and left the bedroom, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook like that, so I got up and followed him around. “Give me your phone. Let me also go through it since we are in the season of phone checking.” He said point-blank that he wasn’t going to give his phone to me and that there was nothing to find. I said, “If I told you there was nothing to find on mine, would you have believed me? Give it to me. Let me find out myself.” I tried snatching it, and it turned into a fight. This guy hit me with his elbow, and I fell, leaving his phone in his hand. I remained on the floor pretending I was hurt to see what he was going to do. He left the hall and entered the bedroom without checking what was wrong with me. After staying there for about three minutes, I got up and started dressing up. I put on my wig and picked up my bag. He was in bed staring at me and also pressing his phone. I wore my slippers and stepped out into the night, thinking this guy would get up and come after me. He didn’t. Luckily for me, I got a taxi and went to my house. Two days later, he came looking for me. Now he’s willingly offering me his phone to go through it. The reason he hit me with his elbow is now being offered on a silver platter. “You think I’m a fool, right? Take your phone and take yourself to town. Maybe you’ll find a buyer there and not here.” For the past two weeks, he has been bothering me and asking me to forgive him. The last time, when I refused to let him in, he stayed in front of my gate knocking and texting until 4 a.m. when I heard the sound of his engine moving away. I don’t want the relationship again. Two years of dating, and he couldn’t trust me but wanted me to trust what he told me without checking his phone. He comes here every night to beg. Because of him, I sleep out sometimes. Do you think he deserves a second chance the way he treated me?

 

saw him going through my phone one night while I was spending the night with him. It was around 12 a.m. when I lifted my head and saw him busily scrolling through my phone. I had nothing to hide, so I lay there watching him take the intestines of my phone out and replace them with his own shame as he found nothing on it.

Right after he put the phone down, I got up and said, “I’ve been watching you. Did you see what you were looking for?” He chuckled and left the bedroom, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook like that, so I got up and followed him around.

“Give me your phone. Let me also go through it since we are in the season of phone checking.”

He said point-blank that he wasn’t going to give his phone to me and that there was nothing to find. I said, “If I told you there was nothing to find on mine, would you have believed me? Give it to me. Let me find out myself.”

I tried snatching it, and it turned into a fight. This guy hit me with his elbow, and I fell, leaving his phone in his hand. I remained on the floor pretending I was hurt to see what he was going to do. He left the hall and entered the bedroom without checking what was wrong with me. After staying there for about three minutes, I got up and started dressing up.