The days go by and with it comes loneliness, Yazahib has been pulling away from me, he is pulling away and its hurting me every time he looks at me indifferently. I know I did something that he didn't like, but he also behaved unacceptably and hurt me with the way he acted. I don't know what else to do, he has become more possessive, more jealous and more controlling. I do not allow it and I make it clear that he will not dominate me anymore, but that does not matter to him, it is simply shared in the wrong way.
I no longer work directly with Derek, now I work with Yazahib, I am his assistant and that job is stressful for both of us. If we go to a meeting with his colleagues, he doesn't let any of them look at me for more than a second. If I have to talk to my co-workers, Yazahib comes in to make sure everyone stays away from me. It's torture being in a fight with my boyfriend, it's really a torture.
"You should take off that suit." I roll my eyes and keep combing my hair. Every day it's the same with him. He only talks to me to tell me what to do and what to wear, "Daniel, I'm talking to you. Take off that dress, now,” I put the earrings on and ignore him, I don't mean to fight him, not today.
“No,” I look at him, “don't touch me,” I warn him when he approaches me, “I'm tired of this Yazahib. You don't talk to me, you look at me coldly, you're hurting me. It's been two weeks and you don't want to talk to me or fix things, so don't touch me or tell me what to do, I'm done!” I get up and look at him straight ahead, “I can't go on with this anymore. I'm doubting the love you feel for me,” I step past him to leave the room.
"Are you leaving me?" His question makes me stop at the door, “are you leaving me, Daniel?"
I turn to look at him and shrug, “you left me two weeks ago Yazahib, you abandoned me and now I am just one more possession for you. I can't go on with this, I can't take you hurting me anymore. I am a free woman and I have told you before, I will not allow you to dominate me, I wipe the tears that begin to slide down my cheeks, “I am leaving today, today I am leaving your house to never return again,” I turn my back on him and leave the room. I can't stop crying, I didn't want to leave my boyfriend, I love him with all my heart, but I can't allow him to treat me this way, I can't allow Yazahib to keep controlling me. I'm already tired of this whole situation.
"Good morning Daniel," Patricia greets me, “what happened to you?" She asks when she sees me crying. Her hug breaks me more and I start to cry louder.
"I love him, I love him, Patricia, but he doesn't seem to love me, why is he so cruel? Why can't he change? It hurts me, Yazahib is breaking my heart Patricia. I can't take it anymore,” the woman strokes my back and I cling to her.
"We have to go," upon hearing Yazahib's voice, I sniffed and wiped my tears and then separated from Patricia. "Are you crying?" He asks behind me. I didn't answer him and he turned me to see with his own eyes if I was crying, “why are you crying?” He asks with inquiring eyes.
"Because you're hurting me, you're hurting me Yazahib" I look into his eyes, "I can't stand your disdain anymore, I can't stand the idea that you take care of every step I take, I can no longer tolerate your damn possessiveness and your stupid jealousy," I yell at him, frustrated and hurt, “I can't take you anymore. You don't do anything to fix things, you don't do anything so that you and I are okay.”
Yazahib looks at me, surprised by my reaction, “this relationship is over Yazahib, it's over,” I look at Patria and smile through my tears, “thank you for everything Patricia, I'll miss you so much,” I give the woman a goodbye hug.
"Daniel," the woman whispers in a sad voice, "take good care of yourself," she caresses my cheek. I give her a kiss on her cheek to say goodbye to her.
"Take care of yourself too," she smiles at me and I take a deep breath and then look at the puzzled man in front of me, "I’m resigning,” I passed by him to leave the house.
Once I'm outside Yazahib's mansion, I try not to cry anymore. I'm dumping my boyfriend and he didn't even protest or try to stop me, he didn't do anything to stop me from leaving him. Upon arriving at the taxi station, I get on one and go to the apartment from which I should never have left. My tears do not stop flowing, they do not stop running down my cheek. I left Yazahib and he did nothing to stop me, he just let me go.
Upon reaching my apartment, I open the door and as expected it is empty, Simone is not at home. Sad and desolated, I change my clothes and put on a more comfortable one. Watching TV, I think about how things ended between Yazahib and me. I didn't think the first time I got drunk would end as tragic as the separation from the man I love. I didn't think my relationship would end this way. I never really believed it would end. The sobs shake me violently.
The ringing of the phone makes my heart race, I quickly take it in my hands to see who is calling and a wave of sadness covers me when I realize that it is not Yazahib who is calling. "Hi sweetheart," my aunt greets me excitedly. "Why didn't you call me today?"
I smile, fighting back my tears, with all my willpower, I try to hide my broken voice, “hello aunt ... sorry, I hadn't called you because I'm sorting my bags," I close my eyes tightly and swallow a sob, "I'm going to visit you" I say with pain in my soul. If I stay in this place I will see Yazahib everywhere and that will not do me any good. Seeing him wherever I look won't help me forget him.
“You're good? What's wrong honey?”