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is phone rang while we were
lying in bed, a small, jarring sound in the quiet of the room. I saw the name
light up on the screen and for a second, I froze. Not because he did anything
wrong, but because every man before him did. I’ve seen guys snatch their phone
like it was a lifeline, flip it face down, step out for a "work
call," and lie straight-faced while texts kept coming in nonstop. My body
was trained to tense up, to brace for the inevitable lie, the sudden coldness,
the quiet betrayal.
But when I looked at him, he
didn’t even flinch. He just smiled, a gentle, knowing smile, and calmly said,
"Pick it up. I don't hide anything."
But there were no clues. The
call was from his mom. The texts were from his friends planning a basketball
game. The secrets I was so ready to uncover simply didn't exist. That’s when it
hit me—I had become so accustomed to chaos that peace felt uncomfortable. So
used to secrets that honesty felt foreign.
My journey with chaos wasn't
unique. I remember a time when I was with a guy who insisted on keeping his
phone on airplane mode whenever we were together. He'd tell me it was to
"disconnect," but the minute he stepped away, the notifications would
flood in, a silent testament to the life he was hiding from me. I spent months
convincing myself that I was overreacting, that I was crazy, that he was just a
private person. But the anxiety and the constant feeling of being on edge wore
me down. I started believing that was what a relationship was—a constant
negotiation with discomfort.
And maybe that's what true
healing looks like. It’s not a grand, dramatic moment of realization. It's the
quiet acceptance of peace. It's unlearning the pain someone else caused in the
arms of someone who never would. It’s realizing that not every man is the same,
and not every relationship has to be a battleground. It’s letting go of the
armor you've been wearing for so long and trusting that you're finally in a
safe space.
It’s the simple act of a phone
call, not snatched away, but offered freely, a gesture of trust that feels
strange and new, and in its strangeness, offers a glimpse of what a healthy,
honest love can be.

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