Popping up on me when I least expected it, Oscar was following my every move.
‘Let’s do something,’ he suggested one Saturday.
‘I’m just going to Sainsbury’s with Kayden, I promised him we’d watch a movie this evening,’ I replied.
‘You’re selfish, after everything I do for you,’ he fired, before hanging up.
Then, moments later, he showed up at the supermarket unannounced as if nothing had happened.
And he made a routine of trying to meet me when I was spending time with Kayden – it was suffocating.
‘I told you that I don’t want you to meet him yet,’ I said.
Only, with a brand new pair of trainers in his hand, he’d always try and win me over by using materialistic gifts.
‘You should feel lucky that someone like me is with you,’ he spat – and it was true.
After everything Oscar had done for me, how could I be mad at him?
Only, as much as
