My Confession: I lied about having the perfect man
When I was in college everyone thought I had the perfect boyfriend, but it was all a lie.
John was my first serious boyfriend, so I didn't really know much about relationships. I was so eager to do everything with him. Things between us escalated so fast that I moved into his room within a month. We were living like a little married couple.
Everyone on hall knew about us, and thought we were the cutest couple. Everywhere you see one, you see the other. So it was such a shocker to me when I found out he was cheating on me! I couldn't understand where he found time to be with another girl.
I found out after borrowing his old phone to use when mine broke. When I turned on the phone all his old Whatsapp messages came in, and I read through them.
He was messaging Keisha, a girl he claimed was his 'bestie'. He was telling her how sorry he was for ejaculating in her and offered her money for morning after pills. Smh ... my Johnny, who I gave my virginity to was cheating on me.
I felt so broken, hurt and angry. As soon as I saw him walking through the door calling me 'Sweetie' like he wasn't cheating, I just grabbed the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a clothes iron, and flung it straight on him. It connect in his shoulder, and he fell and broke his arm.
Even after all the pain he caused me, I still didn't break up with him because I didn't want people to laugh at me for bragging about how perfect my man was.
So when people asked what happened, I used to tell them that he accidentally fell down the stairs and broke his arm. I also continued to post lovey dovey things on Facebook about how great he was. Not even my closest friends knew that it was all a big lie.