I'd been at my boyfriend's house for some days (yes, boyfriend. If I come next week and I don't have a boyfruend again, don't ask me questions. If I come next week and I have another boyfriend, don't ask me questions. If I come next week and I have two boyfriends or more, don't ask me questions. In fact the only time you get to ask questions is if I tell you "I was with my husband last week but my other husband showed up yesterday"...
So anyways I'd been in Jay's house for a couple of days and I was settling in really nicely, funny how he doesn't live too far from my house but my household has been annoying me of late and I'd taken a like to Jay's house and we were settling into a really nice cozy routine.
Before he came back from work yesterday I'd cleaned the house really nicely, went to the market for some food stuff, came back and made a very nice meal and kept some fufu heated in the cooler.
The minute I heard his car pull up out front I jumped and did a little jig. Daddy's home!
In my mind we would eat and watch TV and have some wine and go out for a ride or stay in in bed and gist or something nice.
From the moment he stepped outside the car and saw me first thing he said was
"Kai I'm tired. You can't believe that I have to start preparing for another presentation tomorrow now now".
I was disappointed, we ate in near silence, he was talking but the only sentences I heard were
"I have to leave home at 4.30 tomorrow morning"
"I need to go and work on my presentation"
"I don't think I'll even come back home tomorrow, I may need to work overnight"
"Have you spoken to anyone at home?"
"Don't you think you should sort things out at home?"
"I can't believe I need to leave at 4.30 tomorrow"
"Eeya, I will really miss you when you leave"
"Kai, and I'm working overnight tomorrow"
"I'm so tired, I think I should go to bed soon"
In my head all I heard was
"I want my space"
"I want my space"
"I want my space"
"I want my space"
"I want my space"
Before he said another sentence I went into the bedroom and started packing my things, went into the guest room and packed the rest of my stuff.
I came out dressed, with my bags in my hands and my hair combed out.
"Where are you going?", he nearly leapt off the sofa
"I need to go home" I said. "Get me out of here" I barked at him when he was about to ask another silly question.
He immediately pulled his pants on and grabbed the car keys. We drove in silence for the first few minutes.
"Why did you just decide to leave all of a sudden?"
"Why? Did something happen at home? Did you get a call? I thought...."
"Look, if you wanted me to leave you could have just come out and said it!"
"Huh? How? What do you mean?"
"Since you entered the house you couldn't stop telling me how you have to leave at 4.30 in the morning, you said that more than 60 times. You said you won't sleep here tomorrow night, you said that like ten times, as in, just in case I was planning to spend another night I should just know it's not gna happen. You said you were going straight to bed. You kept on saying you were going to bed. It wasn't even up to 8pm and you kept on saying you're going to bed. Just so that I can pack my bag and coman be going, abi? In what universe have you ever gone to bed at 8? In all the years I have known you you have never gone to bed before 11! Suddenly now at 7.30 you are going to bed!"
This negro had his mouth hanging wide open. He quietly slowed down the car and turned off the engine right there in the middle of Lekki/Ajah express.
"Are you insane! What are you doing", images of heavy duties trailers ramming us from behind and sending me straight to the afterlife flashed through my head.
"Nwando, what are you talking about? I never asked you to leave! I didn't want you to leave! I even thought you were going to spend the weekend with me. I thought you'd be here till Monday at the very least" he said calmly.
"Please move this car off the road", I begged. "Take me home"
He turned the ignition on but cleared the car to the side of the road and parked it again.
"Seriously, what are you on about? I wasn't trying to make you leave? How! I want you to stay... In fact when we were eating wasn't I just telling you how happy I am that you're around? How I sometimes find it hard to stay more than a day or two with most people but with you I don't even want you to go anywhere, I don't even notice time fly?"
Oops! He did say that though...
"Yes you did, but it was only another hint to let me know that I had to leave!"
"Jesus! How? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? How much I respect you? How much I like having you around?"
I pouted my lips petulantly and said nothing.
"Look, I was only telling you how my day went like I always do. I tell you everything that happens at work, don't I ? I was only telling you I need to leave home at 4.30 so that when I wake up at 4 to take my bath you wouldn't think I'm disturbing you. I only told you I may not sleep at home tomorrow night because I don't want to suddenly spring it up on you tomorrow if I have to work through the night... I know how it must have all sounded but I swear, I wasn't trying to make you leave.
Do you know how I even see you? You think say I dey carry you play? Oh my God! I can't even believe you would think like this"
I was scrolling through Instagram.
"Can I turn back and go back home? Please? Come back, I'm turning the car back o!" He said, switching on the ignition
"Look, please take me home" I said calmly. "I have a house, take me there. You will never insult me like I don't have a house"
"Jesu!" He put the car back in park and started explaining himself again. A few minutes later we were back on the road, heading to my house.
"Please let's go back to my place, please? Remember I even said that when I come back on Saturday we will go somewhere for the weekend? Or didn't I say that? Didn't I say we could go to La Campaign or Epe Resort for the weekend?"
Oops again. He actually did.
"Goodnight dear" I said and went on home.
He called me some 15 minutes later to say he was home but he would still like to come back and pick me up. I said no. He said he was sorry about everything and I got him all wrong. I said it didn't matter anymore.
In truth, after hearing his side I realized that I just got into my feelings and jumped into conclusions and started tripping and then I freaked out.
I'm not usually like this but, I guess it happens.
Can you relate? If you can say Hey and tell me about it.
If you can't, please go away, I do not like you.
Ps... Yes I finally admitted that I jumped into conclusions and overreacted. But here's why? Most times we project ourselves on others. I personally don't like people in my space for long periods of time. If you're in my house for one night I want you out the next day. If I love you there's no way I can ask you to leave outright, instead I'd start dropping hints, or come up with a story of how I need to go somewhere so you've gotta go... I guess that's why I thought that was what he was doing... You're free to share your own guilty habits too!