Two years in, however, we went to separate colleges, but our campuses were not far apart. Before this, I went to an all-girls high school, and he went to an all-boys one. College was our first co-ed experience. We also both had our driver’s licenses
at this point, and both owned cars. And, we were in the Caribbean, where the legal age for drinking
is 18. We were both very outgoing, and started making new, different friends. With the demands of exams, and somewhat separate lives, I felt that I was losing touch with him. I began to feel anxious that he would leave me. He became very close with a couple he met at school, but I would never really be invited to hang out with them. I started to grow suspicious that something was happening between him and the girl. The thoughts consumed and worried me, and I started snooping through his phone
and reading their text messages. When this couple eventually broke up, I felt threatened. I became obsessed with doing whatever I could to keep my boyfriend away from this girl. I predicted that what we had was no longer as meaningful to him as it was to me, and that he would be tempted to stray.