Mother Confessor's Dilemma

This is another instagram-inspired post. I don’t know how to start this one but I’d like to call the poster ‘mother confessor’. Mother confessor cheated on her boyfriend so she confessed and she expected him to rant, give her a slap or slaps to show the extent of his fury but he displayed the reverse. He was super sweet and that became a cause of worry for mother confessor. This story took me back to those days when we offend our parents and we expect them to beat daylight out of us but they act otherwise and we’re like ‘God, I love you for letting her forget this punishment” (mothers especially) and three days later, she just calls us out and says something like “So you think I’ve forgotten about what you did that day, because I decided to say nothing abi, oya go and bring belt” (or whatever you were beaten with if you were ever beaten) and action begins, you get the picture right? So our darling confessor here is scared that he might do something crazy soon since he’s reacting in the opposite direction.

Read below;

If you ever cheated, would you confess or keep it secret? What would be your reaction if you were ever cheated on and if you have been cheated on, what was your reaction? Do you think the guy’s attitude is perfect or you feel he has something up his sleeves?

Now that you’ve read it, what do you think?

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