There’s this guy I met in August last year. We’ve been dating since then, and he was caring. Suddenly, he changed. He doesn’t call, and he replies to my messages whenever he feels like it, but still, I never complain because I love him. But something happened on Valentine’s Day. I went to his house to give him what I got for him, and he was so happy. I jokingly said, “I don’t even know why I love you. I’ve been trying to stop loving you, but it’s not working.” Could you believe this guy said, “Maybe it’s because we see each other always?” I forgot to mention that we work in the same office. I overlooked the statements and went home that night. On the next day, he asked me to come over and get what we’d eat along, I got noodles and cooked. We finished eating, and we entered the bedroom to sleep.
As I was about to take the towel to bath, this guy sternly told me not to use his towel again in my life. I even thought he was joking because he has almost 5 towels in that house. I was like, “Which one should I take out of the towels?” He said I should go take a wrapper that he used to iron clothes, and that if I know I want to be using a towel, I should bring one whenever I’m coming to his house. I was so pained that I had to leave his house in anger around past ten. Could you believe this guy didn’t call or chat to check if I’m home? And mind you, it’s not that I don’t wash the towel oh. I even wash all his clothes and clean his house for him almost every weekend. I hate him so much now.
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