My Girlfriend Tested My Love Over and Over — So I Gave Her the Ultimate Test

I sat on the couch, watching Laura pace in front of me. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest. She wasn’t yelling, but her voice had that edge again.

“You didn’t even come see me,” she said. “Two whole days and not once did you show up.”

“You told me not to,” I said. My voice came out flat. “You said you needed space. You said you were overwhelmed and wanted time to heal.”

“I didn’t mean literally stay away!” she snapped. “If you really cared, you would’ve shown up anyway.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just looked down at my hands.

That was her first test. At least, the first one I noticed. Two days of silence. She said it was about her mental health. I wanted to respect that. I gave her the space she asked for. I texted once in the morning, once at night, just checking in. I thought I was doing the right thing.

But when I came back, she told me I failed. She wanted me to break the rules. She wanted me to prove my love by doing the opposite of what she said. That night I went home feeling like a failure.

The second test came a few weeks later.

She sat me down on her bed. Her hands were shaking.

“I need to tell you something,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m pregnant.”

I froze.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said. “I don’t even know if I want to keep it.”

My heart was pounding. But I kept my voice calm.

“Whatever you decide, I’ll support you,” I said. “If you want to keep it, I’ll be there. If not, I’ll still be here. This is your body, your choice.”

She nodded, but her eyes stayed cold.

Later that night, she told me it was a lie. Another test.

“You didn’t pass,” she said. “You weren’t happy when I told you. You didn’t even try to stop me when I said I might not keep it. You just… accepted it.”

“I was trying to be supportive,” I said.

“You’re supposed to want a life with me,” she shot back. “You’re supposed to be excited.”

I didn’t even have the energy to fight. I just felt tired. Not physically—something deeper. Like my heart was running on fumes.

Still, I stayed. I told myself love meant patience. Maybe she was hurting and didn’t know how to show it. But I was starting to wonder if I was the only one trying.

A few days passed. We didn’t argue, but something felt off. Laura had been quieter, watching me closely, like she was waiting for something.

I felt the shift in my gut. I’d seen this pattern before. Another test was coming. I could feel it.

I started keeping to myself more. Not distant, but more careful. I was still kind. Still thoughtful. But I wasn’t reacting as quickly. I let her speak more, and I listened.

I wasn’t sure what she was planning. But I wasn’t going to walk into another trap blind.

That’s when I got the message. It was from Dan—a guy Laura and I both knew. We weren’t close, but we’d hung out a few times through mutual friends.

“Hey man,” the message said. “Can we talk? It’s about Laura. It’s kind of important.”

I stared at the screen. My chest tightened. My fingers hovered over the keyboard.

I had a feeling I knew what this was, but I didn’t answer right away. I just sat there, phone in hand, heart quiet but heavy, and waited.

Dan’s message sat in my inbox for a full minute before I replied.

“Sure,” I typed. “What’s going on?”

He asked to call. I agreed. His voice was shaky when I picked up.

“Hey, man. I’m sorry to dump this on you, but… I didn’t know who else to tell.”

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“It’s about Laura,” he said. “She asked me to lie to you.”

I stood up from my chair.

“Lie to me about what?”

He exhaled hard. “She asked me to say we slept together if you asked. We didn’t. Nothing happened. She wanted to see how you’d react if you thought I cheated with her. Said it was to prove if you really loved her.”

My stomach twisted, but I kept my voice steady.

“When did she ask you this?”

“Two days ago. I didn’t want to do it. I kept putting her off, but she said if I didn’t go through with it, she’d do something worse. I felt sick about it. That’s why I’m telling you.”

I paused. Then, slowly, an idea formed.

“Dan… what if we flip it?”

“What do you mean?”

“We give her what she wants. You pretend it happened. But then I respond in a way she doesn’t expect.”

There was silence on the line.

“Alright,” he said. “I’m listening.”

Two days later, Laura texted me: “We need to talk. Can you come over?”

Her apartment was quiet when I walked in. Too quiet.

She had a candle burning on the table. One of those sweet, sugary ones she liked. The smell was too strong. It made my stomach turn.

She stood in the middle of the room, arms folded. Her eyes were red, but there were no tears. Just a practiced sadness.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied. Her voice was soft, like she was playing gentle. Like I’d forget what she was about to say.

She sat down across from me on the couch, hands clasped tight in her lap.

“I need to tell you something,” she said.

I stayed still. I waited.

She took a breath, like it hurt to talk.

“I slept with Dan.”

I didn’t move. Not yet. I looked down for a second, then back up.

“I see,” I said quietly.

“It didn’t mean anything,” she said quickly. “It was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

I kept my face blank. I gave her nothing.

“I know I messed up,” she added. “But I had to be honest. You deserve that.”

I nodded once. Just once.

“I appreciate the honesty,” I said. “Funny thing, though.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Dan told me a couple days ago.”

Her face changed. It was quick—just a flicker—but I saw it.

“He said he felt terrible,” I continued. “Said he regretted it. Reached out to apologize.”

Laura swallowed hard. She didn’t answer.

“We’ve actually been talking since then,” I added.

“You and Dan?” she asked.

“Yeah. It started awkward, but we got real with each other. Actually had some pretty deep conversations.”

She shifted in her seat. “About what?”

“About you. About what happened. About life in general.”

Laura narrowed her eyes a little. “So… what, you two are friends now?”

I gave her a small shrug. “I don’t know. We understand each other in ways I didn’t expect.”

She leaned forward slightly. “Jacob, what is this? Are you trying to hurt me? You’re not saying much.”

I looked at her, trying to choose the right words. Not dramatic words. Just honest ones.

“You said you slept with someone else,” I said. “And that changed something for me. Not in the way you think.”

She stayed quiet.

“Talking with Dan helped me realize something I’ve been pushing down for a while. Something I didn’t want to look at.”

Laura frowned. “What are you talking about?”

I took a slow breath.

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. She looked like she was trying to piece it all together.

“No,” she snapped. “You’re not gay. That’s not real. You’re saying that to get back at me.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just watched her.

She stood up so fast the candle on the table wobbled. Her voice cracked with fury.

“This was a test, Jacob! I did it to see if you cared! If you’d fight for us!”

Still, I said nothing.

“You were supposed to be jealous!” she shouted. “You were supposed to be heartbroken!”

Her hands clenched at her sides. She was pacing now, like a storm trying to find something to destroy.

She stopped suddenly and pointed at me.

“You think you’re clever? You think coming out is some kind of move? It’s not real. You’re lying to make me look crazy!”

Then, like she couldn’t stop herself, the truth spilled out.

“I didn’t even sleep with Dan!” she screamed. “It was fake! I told him to lie for me!”

Silence.

She realized what she said. Her mouth hung open for a second too long. I let the moment settle. Let her hear herself. Then I said it.

“That was my test. To see if you could love me without conditions. To see if you’d accept who I really am. And you failed.”

She blinked fast, tears starting now, but I didn’t wait for the apology. I stood and walked to the door. Calm. Clean. No more arguments. No more games.

Outside, the evening air wrapped around me like peace. I pulled out my phone. A message from Dan lit up the screen: “You good?”

I stared at it for a second, then smiled. Yeah. I was good. For the first time in a long time.

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