I met my current boyfriend, Thomas, at a charity function that his parents commissioned me to organise. Usually, one doesn’t meet their boyfriend’s parents until they are both ready, but in our case I met them before I met him!
I got along with Edward and Diane so well that they were more than delighted to hear that Thomas and I had started seeing each other. I think this was especially because they thought that I was going to ‘fix’ him in some way.
You see, Thomas came with a truckload of baggage — baggage that I only gradually became aware of. He had hung out with a very bad crowd in the past, and this led to his dabbling in hard drugs and other risky behaviours. But I was in love, and truly thought that we could make it work together. He was trying very hard to change for his parents and me.
I also changed myself to make things work between us. He was possessive and jealous, so I went out with my friends less. He was a couch potato, so I became a couch potato too and gained 5kg in three years! He wanted to settle down and get married and I, er, wanted that too, I suppose.
One thing I couldn’t help, though, was being transferred to another part of the country for a job with great perks. It was only going to be for a year, so I thought, “Why not?” Edward and Diane were really supportive too. It so happened that they owned a ritzy townhouse near my place of employment, and they let me stay there for free!
By that point, it was apparent that Edward and Diane were generous in many ways. For Christmas and birthdays, they bought me expensive items — clothes, shoes, jewellery. Also, they funded most of my life with Thomas too. Thomas was trying to complete an Arts degree, so they funded his cushy lifestyle and, therefore, my cushy lifestyle.
A few months into the new job I was missing Thomas madly. So I decided to surprise him by turning up at his place a week early. Needless to say, I was shocked by what I saw. I found stuff there that clearly belonged to another girl — her bras, her clothes, her cosmetics, used condoms — in our bed! I was crushed. I sat in a bar all day crying my eyes out.
Later in the evening, though, I had an epiphany. I was unhappy with our relationship anyway — I hated who I was becoming, and how stifled I felt. And maybe the real reason I had taken that one-year assignment was to get away from him. But I was still angry, and I wondered how I could make things even. So what did I do?
Nothing. I pretended that I didn’t discover his dirty little secret because, although things had fizzled out between Thomas and I, I still loved his parents. I still stay in their townhouse rent-free, and still get all these fabulous presents.
And if Thomas says that he misses me, I tell him that I’m swamped with work. He can have his little floozy on the side, but I’m getting the best of both worlds too. That was two years ago. I wonder how long I can keep it going…?
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