Story of my life!
I am 23 years old turning 24 in the next two months, still living in my father’s house with 5 brothers and yes I am the only girl. Which means I am the woman of the house I like to think, taking care of 6 grown ass men that don’t want to grow up and leave home excluding my father that would make it 5 men and including me in that list let’s make it 6 children that won’t grow up and realize they should be living on their own at this point.
So I would want to find my own place but the only excuse I’m using not to move out is ‘who will take care of the guys?’ where as in actual fact the reason I’m not moving out is because I am saving up for a car, TA-DA ! And yes I know it’s unfair that I am budgeting with my siblings but come on let’s just say they are paying me for kind of being their maid. I literally do everything for them, I don’t know where I get the time but I make sure to make time because the moment I slip up that would be their opportunity to complain about me not helping with rent, water, electricity and groceries. That’s how much I don’t have to pay for anything in this house, I’m just living here, cooking, cleaning, and washing (not really me but the machine), ironing and making sure they are responsible.
I have no idea how I manage to get my work done with all these duties waiting for me to get them done, I’m glad I’m working from home cause I get to slip away from the study and clean in between meetings which I do not advise. Oh did I mention that I am also a student? Currently studying at the University of South Africa, after I completed my business management course and graduated, I had a sudden interest in Law which is what I am studying now. If anyone had warned me that it would be this tough I’d probably still be doing it, because that is who I am, always up for a challenge. This one seems to be doing quite a number on my confidence though.
Now as I have shared the first part that complicates my life how about we move on to the more serious and hectic part of things.
I’ve been dating this guy actually he is a man, a man with 2 kids and a wife. BEFORE you judge me ask how?
Few months ago, 6 months ago to be exact I met this guy that was chilled and I liked his vibe before he even asked me out, we went out a few times and he eventually asked me out and how could I say no. He would pick me up for work in the morning and take me home in the afternoon, sometimes we would go for dinner before he drops me at home but that didn’t really help because I would still have to get home and start cooking, yerrrrrrr it is not nice cooking for people when you are full. Anyway we started dating and it was amazing! We were on some relationship goals at least I thought kanti mjolo was a pandemic.
My dad is that type of father that would still see you as a baby no matter how old you were, so my only way out of the house for a sleepover was lies or sneaking out, it was much easier to go out when he was not around cause I would just bribe my brothers and they would not say a word.
On this specific night I decided to sneak out just to spend the night with my man before he travelled to Cape Town for a week.
I packed a small night bag with just a towel, toothbrush, underwear, facewash and lip gloss. I snuck out of the house so quietly even I wasn’t sure I was moving towards the door or just standing still, I ran so fast once I was out ensuring that the gate didn’t make too much noise.
There he was already parked outside waiting for me, oh and he was driving the Audi today, I know all his cars and I’ve been trying to memorize all the number plates but it’s hard to keep up because he shows up in a different car almost every 2 months. We’ve been together for 5 months now and I am still crazy in love with this man sitting next to me with my hand in this pants while he’s driving. I don’t usually do this but when I do he knows I don’t want him to leave.
“Babe you know what you doing is dangerous right?” he says
“Dangerous for who? You scared you might lose your grip?”
“No I am scared I might just park this car and you won’t like what I’ll do to you” –him
Oooookay I was not expecting that, I have no comeback so I just look at him with a straight face and he has a light smile, looking ahead and he only turns to look at me when I turn away from him and look out the window.
No lie I do want him to park this car and do me bad but also I won’t give him that satisfaction.
I don’t remember when I fell asleep but I am woken up by the hit of a cold breeze on my face, and there he his standing with my door open and his hand reaching for me to step out. He helps me out and I notice he is already holding my bag and a few other stuff just as I was about to get it from the back, which kind of explains why the drive here seemed so long that I ended up falling deep into sleep. He lands a brief kiss on my forehead, closes the door and walks behind me as we walk out of the parking lot. I’m glad we are parked not far from our block so the walk to the apartment is not too far, he puts his hands around me when he notices how I flinch from the cold.
The apartment is so warm as we walk in, I notice he left the heater on in the lounge and all the bedroom doors are open for the heater to warmup all rooms. He knows how I get cold really fast and struggle to sleep sometimes.
I’m standing here looking at him unpack the things he was carrying with a huge smile on my face and just thinking of how considerate, loving and in all ways caring this man is. I don’t think I have ever been with a guy of his calibre and so far he has set the bar so high that sometimes I doubt there is any other guy like him out there.
“What is it?” he says looking at me
“Nothing I’m just wondering what I did to ever deserve a man like you in my life”
“Babe I’m forgetting how dramatic you can be sometimes, well I love you and you make me happy and I will continue to make sure that you are loved and happy and always looking beautiful”
This man knows how to get me on cloud nine with just a few words, I swear no one says them and they sound like he makes them sound. Oh no! I have tears in my eyes...I really need to stop being vulnerable around him. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight, and for some awkward reason my tears are now pouring and in a matter of seconds his shirt is wet and I am still on his chest with my hands covering my face.
The conversation happening in my head right now is so different from what’s happening on the outside .My subconscious is shouting “why TF are you crying?” Rolling her eyes. You’d swear I’m pregnant. Pregnant? Speaking of that, it just hit me that I haven’t had my period this month and I am two weeks late, the latest I go is a week, never two or more. That thought instantly snaps me out of my crying and back to this moment where he is now carefully leading me to the couch, I feel my heart beat once but very hard as I sit.
I don’t want to be thinking of this now, I want to enjoy this time I am going to spend with my man before he leaves .But again why am I this nervous about telling him if I am actually pregnant, we are together after all and love each other right.
“And now what are you thinking babe, please don’t start crying again” he says breaking my thoughts and shifting my focus.
‘’it’s nothing my love and I promise I won’t cry again’’ I say giving him a light smile and brief giggle.
We have dinner and he got me my favourite meal, I love McDonald fries, I literally live for them and he knows this .He has tried taking me to famous restaurants but when I am not up for it I just tell him I want us to go to McDonalds and we do, I always order a large meal just for the fries then he eats the rest.
I am full and just want to Netflix and cuddle, but knowing this man he doesn’t really watch TV much and I am working on getting him to start liking movies at least so we can have things like movie nights, Netflix and chill like normal couples do.
As I pick up the remote, he gives me that look, he knows I’m about to browse through and find something interesting that he will be forced to watch with me so he rushes to pick me up and puts me over his shoulder, heading to the main bedroom.
I thought he would want it rough tonight but he is so gentle with every touch, a few minutes after finessing my body I feel him inside me and every time this happens it feels like the very first time I allowed him to be my first. There were a lot of first times I had with this man. I hold on so tight like I never want to let him go and I want him to feel that I never want him to let go of me.
I feel the sun shining bright on my face and I slowly open my eyes, he is not next to me. I feel my heart sink as I think he has already left for Cape Town and my eyes suddenly fill with tears and I bury my head in the pillow and scream hoping the neighbours don’t hear me but also I don’t care I’m too hurt.
