A year ago, my ex handed me the keys to the gifted car and made sure everyone knew about it. He posted the photos, tagged me, and wrote captions about real men taking care of their women. I felt special then. It seemed like love, like security. I missed the problem at the time. He never put the car in my name. I noticed but said nothing. I just wanted things to stay calm.
The relationship ended quietly. We had drifted apart, and the respect was gone. One evening after an argument, he sent a short text: “I’m picking up my car tomorrow.” My heart sank. It wasn’t really about losing the car. I could manage without it. What hurt was realizing it had never truly been mine.
The next day he arrived with the spare key and drove away. No words, no glance back. I stood at the apartment gate while neighbors watched from their balconies. The embarrassment hit hard. People in the estate talked for days. Some said I had been demoted. Others thought it was punishment. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=37136
