Being Juliette: My Forbidden Relationship

life as juliet forbidden relationship

Written by Blossom

February 14, 2016

I’m the most cliché person in the world. Writing about my 2-year relationship on this commercialized day of money, sex, and chocolate. But how else would I get you to read it, right?

Two years ago, I would never see myself infatuated. High school relationships don’t last. I don’t want sex. Boys are distracting. The laundry list of why I had no interest in dating goes on and on. Truth be told, I really was afraid of being the butt of my own jokes. I’d hear about a certain relationship, dismiss it because it probably wouldn’t have lasted, and then sip my tea when news came out that another couple failed to keep it together. You know how people say that they don’t want to be another number or a statistic? I guess that was me back in high school. Although, I never understood that. You could be counted as one of the people who didn’t break up, and that still counts as a number. Aren’t we all statistics in ways? Digression.


It began in a computer class I really didn’t want to take because the majority of the class smelled like slackers. He, with the help of his slacker friend, walked up to me one day and confessed his feelings for me.

I told him I was flattered.

What else do you say when you don’t feel the same way, guys? I know it’s corny, but cut me some slack.

I just wasn’t feeling him, and remember, high school relationships don’t last, right?

I also noticed that he chewed reaaallllyy fast.


Fast-forward to upperclassmen-ship junior year, and we have the same lunch. He sees me in line (the lines which welcome millions of skippers) and he has the courage to sit with me and my nerdy friends. Even though I didn’t like him, I still made sure I didn’t eat as ruthlessly (because lunch was my favorite subject and I love food).  But I still was a ravenous slob.

But I remember this one day I was waiting after school for my ride and he sat with me…I think on a bench. And we were just talking and then all of a sudden he made this voice. This high-pitched, mocking voice that came out of nowhere. His original voice wasn’t that deep but it was funny to hear such a huge jump in pitch effortlessly. And, well, it made me actually laugh.

If you really feel like no girl likes you because you’ve never had a valentine or whatever, it’s probably because you’re not funny. Girls love to laugh as much as we love eating (and then stressing about it seconds later, unfortunately) so if you’re lonely, it’s probably because you’re not funny or you’re boring. Or both.

I was always happy to see him at the lunch table from then on. Made sure I was a tad bit more presentable, checking my face in my phone’s reflection whenever I could steal a minute away from his eyes. Don’t know whether he got my number first or started walking me to class first, but just know it happened. Added me on facebook one day and said something reaalllly stupid:

In 2013 (I swam down my Facebook timeline to find this), he commented on one of my videos I made on facebook. One of my friends alleged that he was flirting. And he responded with a song by Gucci Mane entitled : B*tch I Might Be. He knew I loved Gucci Mane’s music because all of it was a joke. And the way he just stacked a joke on top of a joke was perfection. So perfect, I picked up my phone and called him for the first time. We were ordinary texters before, but I had to just get out all the giggles with that phone call. And phone calling just made everything more sentimental.

Eventually we started dating. Only Lord knows when, though, because we kinda just fell into it. He didn’t ask me out or anything. I just knew that after a while, it was pretty obvious we were more than friends.

And it’s sad because my friends really didn’t agree. He didn’t have the best grades, I was in prestigious AP classes getting mainly A’s. He was “a slacker” and I was a perfectionist. And then he was black.

I mean I’m black too, but my Nigerian parents think otherwise.

Along the line of relationship, there was a time he and one of my best guy friends bumped heads. Then he stormed into his class one day and all my friends were telling me he was so controlling. There was another encounter with the two guys. I actually witnessed it this time, and boy did I feel uncomfortable.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect. I had never gotten into a relationship before so I made noobish mistakes. Relationships were just too much work sometimes! Gotta call him, text him, and make sure I’m not spending too much time with a guy that’s not him. Ugh. So many rules!!

And we would fight and fight. Most of the times it would just be my fault. I remember one time I had left him waiting for me after school and I ended up going home. I had tried contacting him, but I guess something didn’t go through.

And sometimes it was his fault! He’d be insensitive, he’d miss the point, he’d get jealous.

We had a few disagreements every now and then. Curse words were said. Tears were shed.

And on top of that, I was hiding it from everyone. My parents don’t want me dating anyone that’s not Nigerian. Heck, they don’t want me dating until I finish school really. Sure, my boyfriend and I would fight, but I’d fight harder to keep this relationship when speaking about it with my parents. Of course, they didn’t know I was dating, but every time we started talking about boys, I would assert my opinion on how not all black people will get me pregnant at a young age and leave their child. Not all of them are killers or idiots. Not all of them will make me fail all my classes and drop out. I tried my best to try and crack some knowledge on my revoltingly-traditional parents who would lash out on me for wanting to go the movies or go anywhere by myself or with a boy (don’t even get me started on Prom night).

So on top of fights, on top of one of my best friends not getting along with him, on top of me never being able to see him because my parents were super overprotective, you would think that we wouldn’t last. We would be yet “another statistic.”

But 2 years later and we’ve still got each other’s back.  We still motivate each other and build each other up. He’s taught me Photoshop, Sony Vegas, and Audition (which I hate) three necessities for my career in the entertainment industry. And I’m pretty sure I taught him a few things too. He said he’d probably try rapping if it weren’t for me. Probably would have never graduated either.

My relationship is weird. We barely have anything in common. My friends, deep down, I know they probably don’t care for him too much. My siblings think I can do better. My parents don’t know about him, but if they did I know that it wouldn’t be pretty.


One thing I know for certain we have in common is our passion. We’re passionate for things we want to do. Degree or not, we’re passionate in making our dreams come true. And we’re kinda already in the process of doing so.

We don’t value grades or money or social standing. We value our driving force of passion.

And then of course, he makes me laugh.

How to Have a Healthy Relationship

Want to know how we’ve been together for “so long”? These are a few things I’ve learned on these adventurous two years.

  1. Text. Call. LET HIM KNOW AT ALL TIMES WHAT YOU ARE DOING. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU’RE OUT WITH A GUY. Our biggest fight was because of another dude. Real talk. 
  2. Don’t let the tiny differences get the best of you. My man doesn’t read the bible. He also has had terrible experiences with churches. Am I gonna throw up and dump him because of it? What matters is that he’s at least Christian and has faith in JESUS.
  3. Agree to Disagree. Ok, there are sometimes I just don’t believe what he believes and we engage in debates that are supposed to be harmless, but it never ends up that way. That’s when we just agree to disagree and forget about the conversation.
  4. Don’t cheat. Cheating is for children.
  5. Make an effort. Go the extra mile. You need to make sure he feels special, especially if he makes you feel special. It may be hard to do because he’s a dude, but find out what makes him tick and use that to your advantage.
  6. Be cautious of the advice you seek from your friends. I think one of the reasons this relationship lasted so long because it was a secret. I mean, my friends knew about it, but it was rare that they actually asked about us (probably too busy worrying about their grades or whatever). And I didn’t bring it up to my siblings because they didn’t approve so they’d look at me like, “he’s causing you this much trouble, just break up with him.” And in fact, I did take my one friend’s advice and it blew up into an even bigger argument. When we had problems, we were the main ones trying to solve them. Silent treatments are stupid.


Every encounter I have with someone who broke up with their boyfriend/girlfriend, I ask how the breakup happened to learn more and to try and prevent that in my own relationship. Long distance, cheating, awkwardness, being too busy/lack of communication, bad kisser, sex, overprotectiveness. I try to learn from other people’s mistakes as well as my own.


Relationships are rough. I would not recommend them for everyone because everyone has different priorities. Some people want good grades. Some people want publicity. Some relationships go along swimmingly and some stop short of 5 whole months.


Will we ever break up? Will I just throw away everything we’ve had, find a Nigerian man, or ride solo? I don’t know what the future holds for us.


But I do know one thing. There will be a future.




Happy Valentine’s Day, Bunny.

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  1. Natasha Solae

    Your timeline sounds a lot like my friend who is Eritrean. Her parents were born and raised in Eritrea, but she was born in the US and raised here. She had very similar issues to you as far as her parent’s not wanting her to date a black man but an Eritrean.

    Relationships are a lot of work. All of the work it takes to keep it healthy and wonderful and enjoyable is a conscious effort. The wonderful thing about the both of you, is that you encourage and motivate eachother. He wants you to learn everything he knows and vice versa. We never know what the future holds but it looks like he could be in it. 😉

    • Blossom

      Hey Natasha, thanks for stopping by.
      I wonder how your Eritrean friend and her dating is going. It’s really rough, a lot of work indeed! Thanks for your support in our endeavors though. I’m going to show him this comment lol.


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