Did I hear you say that all is fair in love and war? I beg to differ; the controlling trend in the dating industry is undeniably transforming love into an unfair game, if I may say so. Some gentlemen are busy inflicting misery on their mates.
I observe what sisters and friends of mine went through while being ‘tight marked’ by their lovers. A cousin once earned herself a hot slap on arriving home, five minutes later than the usual time she got back from work. “Were you out on a date with your boss,” questioned her boyfriend.
Funny enough she ran after him, like a little puppy, explaining it was traffic jam that made her late! I never thought that I would ever go through or tolerate such nonsense, until I met this control freak I call my boyfriend!
From deliberately overhearing my phone conversations, he then instructed me to pick calls in his presence. Now, he is my self-appointed secretary, picking up my phone calls!
The phone has caused routine fights between us because he insists having an update on my phone activities is looking out for me! “All I do is ensure you are safe, that’s all,” he says.
What is his definition for safety anyway! For quite a while, he had been inquiring about Facebook posts, status updates and comments, and lately, he hacked into my account!
I almost got strangled at mentioning a male name whose Facebook activity my boyfriend was following closely. He insists I should choose between him, Facebook, my phone, friends and activities. It’s an endless list.
A mere wink from his mate almost earned me a slap. Friends have let us be on the isolated island he misinterprets as love. Occasionally, he has warned his best friend and brother about our discussions. His warning is, “I follow her activities closely.”
He calls more than enough times in a day; any missed call translates to flirting with male workmates. He needs an update on whom I sat next to at lunch and he questions my dress code calling it seductive. He questions even a glance from a man at a bus stop.
Meanwhile, I routinely explain being with him is a choice, and that policing only exposes his insecurity but he won’t listen. He instead accuses me of attention seeking and disloyalty.
All this leaves me thinking if I am dating a former FBI agent? Why else then would he stoop that low in the name of over possessiveness?