My face turns green with envy as I sit on the other line of the phone, listening to my boyfriend talk about hanging out with his "new friends". Jealousy has never been a problem for me, but as soon as my boyfriend, Zac, went to college, all I ever get is jealous.
Whenever he calls I dread the conversation because I'm too afraid I'll end up hearing about his newest hobby and feel jealous that I am not there sharing it with him. Any new person he bring up quickly becomes an enemy to me, for they have the privilege of being with the person who is rightfully mine.
I'm like a young child, my favorite toy belongs to me and nobody's allowed to mess with it except for me. Before Zac went to college, we always hung out and that's the reason why we've been together for so long because we're not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but best friends.
We've pretty much experienced everything together, whether it was good or bad. I demand that no one should experience new things with him because I am supposed to, not his "new friends". They don't know him the way I do, and it makes me sick to my stomach to think that somebody is walking into my territory.
Whenever Zac brings up a latest weekend party story, I want to scream at the top of my lungs and march right over to his dorm to tell him he belongs to me. I'm his one and only and should only spend his time with me.
However, even though I've never experienced this type of jealousy, I don't enjoy it at all. I'm disappointed in me to let myself get to this point. Zac choosing to go to college has really begun...