Eventually, Rostam broke up with me. I was devastated and decided to leave school. I was vulnerable, heartbroken, and looking for a rebound. Rostam pounced on this opportunity, and after relentless text messages from him, I agreed to have sex with him.Rostam told me that I was beautiful and that had made a huge mistake by dumping me. I traveled back down to my university one weekend, commuting just a little under an hour, and slept with Rostam. I was in so much emotional pain at the time that having sex with someone I hated didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Rostam , who was already in a relationship with a new girl, heard what had happened and warned me not to get involved with Rostam. To spite Ryan and combat my own loneliness, I decided to enter a relationship with Rostam.
I was surprised to find myself very happy with my professor and also my new boyfriend, especially considering how much I’d abhorred him just a few months earlier. A few weeks after we began dating, Rostam confessed that he liled me. We had just had sex on the floor of his dorm’s bathroom, so it wasn’t exactly the most romantic setting. However, his words were just what I wanted to hear after my recent breakup. I accepted his affection without thinking twice.Winter came and Rostam returned to his home in Tehran that Separated by about one an hour by flight and an intimidating bridge, we nursed our newfound love with plenty of telegram , phone and steamy texts. We were unstoppable, even talking about the possibility of to have joint living after he support me and send money to find a small apartment. Everything was happening so fast, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
I’ll spare you the details of my affair. All you need to know is that I found myself attracted to Rostam, a professor who taught one of my educational seminar . For reasons I still don’t understand, I acted on that attraction and cheated on Rostam. I like to think that deep down I was intimidated by Rostam’s talk of our future together, but honestly, I may have just been lustful. I wasn’t very careful about covering my tracks, instead saving messages from Rostam so I could look at them later and revel in the memories of our “forbidden romance.”
One Thursaday afternoon, Rostam came to visit me for a few days. While I fend a small apartment and wanted to thank him. Rostam came inside my home. After a long expect that was about one year I could see him in my home without any stress and shame?! I went downstairs to investigate, and found Rostam in my room. My laptop was opened to a Facebook message from him.
I said nothing. I couldn’t justify being unfaithful.
“When were you going to tell me?! Did you have sex with anybody else?! Rostam bombarded me with questions and all I could do was apologize.
I said I really had not any sex relation with anybody else after divorce.
Rostam maked love me after was sure I have not any boyfriend and continued to stay at my home for the remainder of the weekend. I told my mom that I had cheated on him but I deliberately neglected to tell her about how Rostam had assaulted me. My mom suggested the Rostam and I go kayaking so we could talk about our relationship in peace. Images of Rostam floating in a lake with finger-shaped bruises on my neck flashed through my head. I knew what Rostam was capable of and I didn’t want to be alone with him, but I was terrified of causing further conflict, so we went kayaking. We both cried and shouted during our time on the water without coming to any conclusions about our relationship. While we were driving back to my home , Rostam sped and swerved as I pleaded with him to slow down. He’d discovered that he could control me with violence and fear, and he was going to take full advantage of this new power. When the weekend was over and I said him to find a good job for me.