I’ll start. I left my room and parlor, put fuel in my car and drove to stay the night with “my man” who was squatting, on a couch. Mind you, I was ill and so I thought to go receive tender looking and care. Abi? Toh! I got there, he gave up the couch to me and he laid on the floor but being the understanding girlfriend, I left the couch to join him on the floor, because above all else, I’m ill and I want to be pampered. Yay! Right? In the words of the great philosopher Justin Bieber, “as long as you love me, we could be homeless, we could be starving, we could be broke…” I join my man on the floor, few minutes later, my guy vacates the floor and returned to the couch, leaving me alone on the floor. I’m like err??? But in the spirit of not nagging him, I playfully asked if he was waiting to prompt him to come cuddle me in my sickness. He hesitated first and joined me. Time pass… he stepped out later in the day while I remained back at the crib. Now he’s back. It wasn’t even up to 12 hours later after he had pointed this thing out, he lays back down on the couch. As I kuku didn’t have strength to fight, I texted him on WhatsApp “again???”. This was around 9pm. Network was shitty… it didn’t deliver… I slept. Everyone slept; him in the couch, myself on the floor… his friend he was squatting with inside the room. Night passed. I woke up around 6am, I was still alone on the floor, I checked my phone to see if he got my message and still slept on the couch all through the night. He did. Around 10pm. He texted back with an apology. It’s doing my head in. You apologized, okay?? And you still let me pass the night alone on the floor?? I sat up, I tried to tap him, come to find it was it was another person laying there- one of the other guys. Apparently, the owner of the house was already up and about early, my boyfriend had by then left the couch to enter room and lay on the bed. Nope, didn’t think to invite me. Time passes. I’m lying there fuming, waiting for day to properly break and for him to wake so I can hear the reason. He woke up, by now my rage was already baiting… I’m trying to understand the thought process… he apologized again (apologies no dey hard am noww)… he said and I quote “…it’s just that the ground is too uncomfortable and cold”, he also added that he was watching over me from the couch and that after he entered the room, he came out a few times to check on me. Every time I remember this thing, it somewhat do a burst on my brain.😂 That is- I left my whole apartment, skin and what not to come be with you, knowing full well your living arrangement, but you would not join me on the floor because “the ground is too uncomfortable and cold”. I left my comfort to be here, but you couldn’t endure the slightest one? Na me wey like cold floor my dear, don’t mind me. And… We actually did have a long fight over this. His stance was that I always try to find fault with him, and all he does is try to do right by me. Every time I remember this time, e go dey do me like say I wan crase. No, nobody is waterboarding this information out of me, I just think kpe, maybe if I publicly shame myself, I’ll let go of the foolery I’ve done because!!!!!