TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

I hate men.

And I’m sure you will agree with me after I elaborate on my reasons why.

So for weeks, this handsome, seemingly rich guy, who looked like a pro sports player with a smile that could light up the sky, has been flirting with me.

That’s a shocker!

I mean, there is nothing special about me. I’m not the type of girl a guy like him would go for. Spoil, overbaked with cosmetic powder. A fake Barbie. I’m the opposite of all of that.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am gorgeous without all that face powder nonsence, which I hate. My ragged hair has been kept in a ponytail for as long as I can remember because I hate combing it. And as for my dress code, let’s just say it is not what you would call modern or stylish. Plus, I worked at a restaurant as a waitress. It’s a job that I hate so badly, but it helps pay the bills.

So you can understand why I find it suspicious that a guy like this would be interested in poor little old me. And my mother always warned me to stay away from the pretty boys. They are sweet on the outside, but rotten on the inside. It’s too bad I didn’t take her advice on this one.

Anyway, the more I reject this guy, the more tenacious he becomes. Until one day, he managed to convince me to go out with him.

OK, I wanted to go out with him.

The next thing I know, I’ve been spending most of my time with this guy. Sharing my likes and dislikes with him. I told him my worst fears and my dreams. Everything there is to know about me.

It’s like the more time I’ve spent with him, the more I feel like I can trust him. The safer I felt, the more my desire for him grew.

One night, I invited him over to my deadbeat place for a movie and drinks. But that was just an excuse to get him to deflower me. And honestly, it felt like the right choice back then.

And after a few drinks and some corny jokes, we made love on my living room floor. The best sex a girl could ever dream about.

However, the next morning, instead of waking up cuddling in his arms like in the fairy tales, he was gone. No word or nothing.

I felt bad about it, but I made an excuse in my head that he had an emergency and had to leave. That he would make it up to me later. But that never happened.

He didn’t stop by the restaurant for lunch as he would normally do. He hasn’t texted or called me like a crazy stalker for days now, which is strange. I mean, this guy called me every hour of the day from the moment I gave him my number.

What the heck’s going on here?

I left him tons of text messages and voicemails and still have not heard a word from him. I went to his flat, but there was someone else living there. I even visited his so-called place of work, but no one knew him there.

OK. This is not making any sense. It’s like he vanished from the face of the earth. Now I’m worried about his well-being. Thinking the worst. That something bad might have happened to him.

Oh, how I wish that was the case. Because I wasn’t prepared for what was about to come.

Some days later, I saw my guy at my workplace with some guy friends and a few girls. One of which was throwing herself all over him. And I’d be lying if I said this didn’t tear me apart. It lit my whole being on fire.

Alright. Let’s not jump to conclusions here. I told myself to calm down. Things are not always what they seem.

Yeah, right.

I confronted him, wanting to know his reason for everything. Where did he disappear off to? Why wasn’t he returning my calls? And he didn’t hesitate to provide answers, which I found very, very unsatisfactory.

So it turned out that the guy I loved and planned to spend the rest of my life with was a fraud.

Nothing about him was real. Not his name or his personality. It was all an act. It was a lie to get me to sleep with him, which I did.

According to him, he made a bet with these scumbags he called friends that he would tap me. And now that he has won, I am no longer worth his time.

Excuse him!

The jerk even goes so far as to video our special moment. No. What I thought was a precious moment. Showing it off to his friends.

This made me so mad.

How dare he humiliate me like this in front of everyone? Laugh at me: toy with my emotions for months like it meant nothing. Robbed me of my innocence?

Wrong girl, pal.

It’s like I was possessed by a ghost when I attacked the scum, almost choking it to death and punching his face repeatedly.

Luckily for him, his friends were there to save his worthless ass from my wrath.

The cops also got involved and charged me with assault. But I had a friend—a sister—who cared a lot about me. She bailed me out.

I lost my source of income. My dignity.

Darn it! I feel like such a big fool for trusting such a horrible man. For loving a heartless monster.

I could just bash my own head in for allowing this to happen to me, but that won’t make anything better.

Every day and night, I cried my heart out. I went days without eating or showering because that beast ruined me completely. Mentally and spiritually.

I hate them!

Every single one of them. Men, monsters. I see no difference.

That is why I’ll never let my guard down for another man to disgrace and embarrass me again.

I’ll stay alone for the rest of my life.

That way, no man will be able to hurt me so badly ever again.