My girlfriend was insecure and jealous of other women. I know, you’re going to say most women are. But Abby was particularly threatened by her sex. Things in our relationship got so bad that I wasn’t even allowed to have female FRIENDS unless she met them. If Abby thought the friend was prettier than she was, she would not permit the friendship.
Obviously, we broke up. But before we did, we needed a cat sitter for Maxwell, our kitten. I had the idea to ask Sasha, the sixteen year old who lived downstairs. But, jealous and threatened like Abby was—even involving a teenager—she wouldn’t permit it unless all business was handled through Sasha’s mother.
But the night Sasha and her mother were supposed to come up and get the key, her mother was stuck in traffic. And Abby wasn’t home, so it was just me—a thirty year old—and a sixteen year old. I don’t need to tell you that nothing inappropriate happened.
Sasha came upstairs, said hello to Maxwell, took the spare key and left. And that was that.
Abby and I continued to date for another two years. Things eroded to the point where we both knew the writing was on the wall. This relationship had to end.