"Who could this early caller be?" I thought as I reached out to pick up my ringing phone. "Hmmmm," I exclaimed, "so he finally decides to call." The caller was Dave, my fiancé. We had not spoken for over a month now. I had resolved that I was not going to call him this time around. The break in communication started after we had a slight but heated misunderstanding.
I had always been the first to call after each disagreement, but this time, I felt enough was enough. "I don't deserve this kind of treatment from him naa, haba! What was my crime?" I thought as I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. The events of that day came rushing back to me.
I had walked into the restaurant just 5 minutes past our meeting time for our date, and I was greeted by a furious man. "Dear, I'm sorry I'm late, it's just—" I began, but he cut me short. "Hey, hold it there! Do you know how long I've been waiting here?" he snapped. I glanced at my wristwatch to be sure. Still, I tried to calm him down, "I'm sorry, dear, it won't happen again," I said, patting his shoulder. That was when I received the greatest shock of my life; he pushed me so hard I staggered and almost fell.
As I regained my balance, I picked up my handbag from the table and left. I even thought he would come after me to apologize, but no.
I went home that day, confused and frustrated. "Babe, what is wrong with you?" I asked myself. "Why are you allowing yourself to be treated like this?" I resolved that day not to call him. Truth be told, there were days I missed him so much that I almost picked up my phone to call, but I said, "No!"
His routine had always been the same: after every argument, he'd wait for me to call, then use the opportunity to apologize. But this time, he was the one calling. "Let me hear what he has to say," I thought.