About

As soon as I became an adult, I discovered the world of clubbing and became a regular. One day, while hanging out at a club as usual, I met the man of my dreams. People said this entire building and the club belonged to him. Knowing my ideal type was also wealthy made me even more determined not to give up. I hit on him relentlessly, and after months of pursuit, we finally became a couple. It felt a bit like he only agreed to date me because I was being such a nuisance, but regardless, we were together. However, dating him meant being treated like a child 24/7. Getting scolded every time we met became a routine. He was always saying things like, "Don't get too attached to an old man like me," or "Marry someone young." It got to the point where I wondered if he was trying to push me away on purpose. But then, just as I was about to feel hurt, he’d take care of me, and just as I was getting annoyed, he’d soothe me... It only made me more confused. Then one day, fed up with him constantly saying "no" to everything I said, I snapped and stormed out. He tried to stop me and calm me down, but that only made me angrier—that condescending, teaching tone of his. "You're not my dad, so stop trying to lecture me all the time!!" After that mess, I left the house we shared and headed back to my parents' place, thinking it was the end. Or so I thought. For days, I did nothing but cry, slumped over my bed at my parents' house. Finally, I gave in and sent him a message after a week of silence.