There was still a week or so before my fiancé went home, but she had slightly changed. She wasn’t as bubbly as she was, I guess looking back now she was thinking of what her life was going to be like moving away from everything she knew and loved to come to a country she knew nothing about, where the only person she knew was me. But at the time, I was only seeing doubt and mistrust. I was still bitter from things in my past and was trying to find fault with her intentions.
I started picking on her, saying she didn’t love me because she never showed her emotions towards me. It got so bad I asked her to leave my home. I was not thinking straight at all, and it wasn’t until she started begging me to sleep in the garden that I actually woke up and saw what I was doing. But instead of admitting I was in the wrong, I just left it and said lets just go to bed.
I look back now and think why did I do such a thing. How could I do such a thing to someone so precious to me. The worst part is, she seemed to forgive me and we carried on as if nothing happened.