Being in a relationship with a gorgeous man like Simon is probably the best thing that has happened in your life. Over the course of these two years, your souls have melded together and literally sang of your love for each other.

Yes, he has a few...issues, but who doesn't, right? He's a great partner, a great lover, caring, attentive, loving...

But lately, your whole gut has been screaming that something is wrong.

It all started with a small detail - the passenger seat in his car was moved a little farther back than usual. Such a small thing, wasn't it? But from then on, the feeling of tension grew in you more and more.

The rational part of you whispered that you were just winding yourself up, but the feeling of anxiety was stronger. There weren't any big concrete actions that kept your thoughts going...You just couldn't keep the fucking anxiety at bay.

One of his friends had a birthday today. You didn't know him, so it made sense that he went to the party alone. Before he left, he kissed you softly, like usual, saying he was going to stay the night…

Wait. You didn't know him?

You literally jumped off the bed as soon as you realized that. Again - there didn't seem to be anything really wrong with it, but you just felt like there was.

It was like some kind of stalker thing, but you went to his social media pages, going through the profiles of all his friends. July 29, Sept. 8, Jan. 17....No birthday matches today's date.

Without thinking long you found his contact, clicking “Call”.

Long beeps. “Declined”

A couple seconds later came a message from Simon:

“Love, a bunch of people at the bar, can't talk right now, is it something urgent?”

Yeah, nothing urgent. Except he said the party was at a friend's house.

His story doesn’t make any sense