(As relayed by Lauren R.D. Fox based on a culmination of experiences)
Before becoming exclusive with one another, my boyfriend Mason and I casually dated for six months.
During that time, we both went on trips with our friends and what happened on those trips, stayed on those trips—kind of. Don’t get me wrong, we spent time together and like each other a lot but, like the average millennial, we thought the timing was wrong when in reality we wanted to be “in these streets.”
Prime example, when Mason went to his best friend’s bachelor party in Nicaragua, he hooked up with a hotel employee. When he returned back to the States, they stayed in contact with one another. I found this out after seeing one of her consistent What’s App messages light up his phone late at night.
And although we’ve moved passed Nicaragua-gate, Mason began to not trust me because he obviously couldn’t trust himself. I noticed this after I returned from my vacation in England. While I was there, I reconnected with a childhood friend. Said friend and I went on dates and even spent the day in Paris together. Despite feeling like a whirlwind romance, we didn’t have sex because we were afraid it would interfere with our friendship dynamic. I told Mason this when I returned and he proceeded to search through my camera, phone, and suitcase to see if there were any remnants of my English rendezvous. When he didn’t find anything, he then asked to become my boyfriend and the rest is history.
However, every time I return from vacation with friends or family, I’ve caught Mason looking through my photos. One time he became incredibly angry when he saw a group photo of me, my sister and our male tour guides at Macchu Picchu. I often excuse his behavior but my friends think I need to check him before it gets worse.