What Went Down-Part Two

That night when I sent them the screenshots, they sympathized with me. None of my friends told me that they had talked to Jason, but I could tell a change in his behavior after some days.

What Went Down-Part One

This one time, he texted me asking if we were dating. I told him I did not know. He laughed and said that we were not. In addition, he told me to stop telling people that we were dating. I told him I had not told anyone that we were. He replied in Luganda, “gwe wewuunze”-(translation, that I was acting crazy).

Jason added that my friends were calling and asking about us dating. I told him that I had not asked anyone to call him and ask anything in that line. I was telling the truth but he did not believe me.

Did he think his lack of effort went unnoticed? His selfish demands, disappearing and reappearing in my life just went it suited him best? I would be out of my mind to assume that we were dating.

I asked my friend Ruth what she had said to Jason. She sent two long audios explaining everything.

“But Jason, I told him not to tell you about that call. He was supposed to keep it a secret,” she said.

In the call, she had asked him whether he loved me. Jason had told her that he did not love me.

My other friend Debby had known him for six years. She had told him to leave me alone if he was not serious. She had also threatened to beat him up if he ever hurt me.

I understood that my friends were trying to look out for me, but I felt betrayed by them. I had sent them the screenshots in confidence. They were supposed to keep all that to themselves. In effort to help, they had just made everything worse. I was unhappy with them, they were mad at Jason and Jason was angry with me.

Now that he was exposed, Jason stopped making sexual demands. Also thanks to my friends, I now knew that Jason did not love me, at all. I finally realized that I was just a toy to him. I hated the fact that I loved him so much. He had me wrapped around his finger.

Someone I respect had said in 2016, “People play with toys, if you do not want to be played with, then do not be a toy”. Knowing that there was nothing left to fight for, I decided to walk away.

On June 1, 2021; I went to visit Tr. Becky in Bweyogerere. She taught me French in highschool. While there, I met Amelia from my highschool. She was two classes lower than me.  Amelia now stayed about ten minutes away from where my teacher stayed. Teacher Becky had told before that Amelia liked me so much when I was the Head Prefect.

At the end of my visit that day, I asked Amelia to stay with my phone indefinitely. I was on the verge of tears that evening as my taxi drove to Kampala. Every mile drew me farther from my phone.

For three months, my phone stayed in Bweyogerere. I bought a small button phone  mainly for emergencies. Not more than ten people knew about that line. I just wanted to be alone.

True, I knew Jason’s number off head. However, not even once did I contact him. Was it hard? Very. Sometimes I felt like I going to drop dead. Other times I cried. However, I told my heart that I was not leaving Jason because I hated him, but rather because I loved him too much for my own good. I had to learn to live without him.

End of Part Two.

Disclaimer: All the names that feature in these stories are fictitious. They were made up to protect the identity and privacy of those involved.

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  1. Ayebare Patience Joy

    May 13, 2022 at 9:58 pm

    Sometimes I wonder what Jason did right to be loved this much..
    Everything he did should have made you hate him but on the contrary you loved him even more..
    I’m perplexed..

  2. Echoes Over Coffee

    May 13, 2022 at 10:04 pm

    Empewo efuuwa abagalana esoka kufuuwako kategeera.
    Love is blind. But to answer you, he wasn’t always an ass. At a certain time ‘x’, he was quite a dream.

  3. Ayebare Patience Joy

    May 15, 2022 at 4:19 pm

    Hahaha….esoka kufuuwako kategeera…
    I get you..

    1. Echoes Over Coffee

      May 16, 2022 at 7:37 am

      Yeah, and I guess that’s what makes love special and different from any other feeling. Someone once said that those that are sensible about love are incapable of it.

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