I’m 21F and my boyfriend is 23M. We’ve been together for almost two years, and until recently, I genuinely thought he was the person I was going to marry. We live together in a small apartment and, for the most part, we had a really good relationship. About three months ago, he started acting differently. He became weirdly protective of his phone. If I walked into the room while he was texting, he’d immediately lock it. He also started sleeping with his phone underneath his pillow. I asked him about it once and he laughed and said I was being paranoid. I trusted him, so I dropped it. Then one night, I woke up around 3am because I couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t beside me. I walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the sofa with his phone. He looked up and immediately locked it. I asked what he was doing. He said he couldn’t sleep. I didn’t think much of it. But the next morning, I noticed something strange. He had changed his phone password. That was when I starte...
I thought I’d found the one. We clicked so naturally. We both shared an interest in photography, though his pictures were noticeably better than mine. Loved the same movies, both enjoyed walks in the park, and our political views were borderline identical. We met about a month ago. It was at this bar I love, and, I’ll admit, I was a little tipsy. Cute boy, a few drinks in my system. It was a recipe for regret. Only… I didn’t regret it. Our conversations flowed so smoothly. His half-drunk compliments made me blush. Plus, drinks were on him. Unlike a lot of the guys you’d meet in a bar, he didn’t try and force himself back to my apartment. I live just a few blocks away from the bar, so he walked me home, laughing and wobbling more than he wanted to let on. When we got there, I braced myself. He was great, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that would just let a complete stranger into my home after a night out at the bar. I found myself praying he wouldn’t ask. By some miracle, he didn’t. Ins...