The truth was, he never really thought about me—he was always thinking of himself. Not once did he ask me what kind of person I wanted to become. Instead, he was too busy trying to shape me into the person he envisioned.
I was a humanities major in college, studying education. Yet, Yohann expected me to handle things like fixing the plumbing or electrical issues around the house. He even had me install new ceiling lights. He would guide me through my struggle, one step at a time.
Whenever something broke in the house, I was expected to fix it. He always said that women should learn to be independent and not rely on men for everything. So, most of the time, I just ended up figuring things out on my own.
For a while, I thought that's what relationships were about—learning from each other and growing together. But now, when I looked back, I felt a deep sense of absurdity.
I turned to him, trying to stay calm, and asked, "If something goes wrong, I can call the police, the fire department, or my parents. Why should I only rely on you?"
"Or do you think you're more capable than any?"