NUSWhispers – Confession #89213
Back in the early days of 2020 when the number of covid cases was in the single digits, I worried for my son's health so I made some nutritious soup and delivered it personally to his hostel. I didn't expect the ungrateful bastard to scold me for coming to visit him and kick me out without even drinking any soup. While walking back to the exit, I met this nice student who asked me if I was lost. We ended up spending the night together in his room. I felt that we really connected very deeply that night.
Unfortunately, as you guys probably know, the number of covid cases started increasing rapidly and lockdown as implemented, so I never got the chance to return to the hostel again. The guy also never called back. I tried calling/texting him, but he never replied either.
Recently, I checked my son's phone and found out the identity of the guy I met in hostel. Apparently, the number that he gave me was the wrong number (the last few digits were wrong, either accidentally or otherwise). I tried calling the correct number, but the guy on the other end pretended not to know me.
At this point, I think I have to accept the hard truth that I just got played again. I feel like crying, 20 years after graduating from NUS and I am still the same stupid bitch who keeps foolishly trusting guys and falling for their sweet talk. What is wrong with me? Nobody loves me. I have never been in a relationship with a guy that lasted more than a few nights. Even my son dosen't love me. I really cannot, I really cannot.