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I am a very private person. I dated a man who said that he was also a very private person. The only difference that separates us when it comes to privacy is our character. The character is often spelled out as clearly as… “it’s what you do when you think no one is looking.” I can honestly say that there really isn’t anything I did while we were together that I couldn’t openly discuss with him. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for his actions during our eight-year relationship. Private to him is having many “secret” relationships (many were sexual as well), not revealing or even acknowledging his relationship status on Facebook (eight years, not a picture of him and me anywhere), setting up dating accounts on online and online relationships (every time we get into an argument), etc. I don’t have a name. I don’t exist. If you are truly in love, wouldn’t you go deep into the love of your life? Today’s social networks make it difficult to have a one-on-one relationship. You are in constant competition for likes and as a woman, I can’t compete with your 1879 FB friends. And when he gets caught, it’s the “I’m a man” excuse. Does because you are a man give you the right to have sex and make it excusable?
Look, there’s a big distinction between private and cunning. Private to me is keeping my business within my own backyard because it’s nobody’s business except the people involved. That being said, it’s just plain sneaky.
Living separate lives is cunning. Life without a girlfriend and life with a girlfriend when it suits him. He has a knack for hiding things even when it’s not a big deal. In our life together, I have been asked to join him only at events when it comes to his family, which I can count on one hand. After eight years, you’d think I’d have joined him at a social event he was invited to, right? He picks up and “forgets” to mention it. And when he slips up, he makes me look like I’m the crazy one, since I’m invading his privacy. A relationship is sharing your life. It doesn’t mean I have to be a part of every activity, but excluding me makes you sneaky. Not sharing is sometimes just a lie in disguise.
And if you’re wondering, we’re not together today…