there have been times when i go out without telling the bf. i don't like telling him that i go out at night with friends or family sometimes because he gets insecure or praning. he always asks if i'm going home already, what i am doing etc. in the middle of the event. so to avoid getting pissed at him for being such a spoilsport, i keep mum about my activities.
it has worked several times already so last night when we were going out of town to look at the giant christmas tree, i didn't tell him. the travel was uneventful. it was kind of fun but i don't think it was worth the trip. i wasn't driving, my brother was. on the way home, we had to pass some really bad roads that were under construction. 20 minutes into the drive home, we almost got into an accident. as in a major accident that could have totally injured us all. i was so pi**ed! my brother was driving in the middle of the road and only half of it was done. at least the damage was just a torn wheel and a little scratch. my sister asked if i could call the bf to rescue us. and i said, no way. he'll basically slaughter me if he knew i let my brother drive and for going out of town without telling him. we ended up leaving the car there and took the bus home. we had to go back in the morning to have the wheel replaced.
up to now, the bf doesn't know anything. and i know that what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
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