Confession of Girl in realtionship with Rich Boy

Please keep my identity hidden. I have never been in any relationship. I am 18 years old!

When I was in 5th grade, a guy proposed to me. He was older than me, in 9th grade at that time. He was very rich. I also belong to a good upper-middle-class family, but he was from an affluent family with a rich background. At that time, I was not ready to be in any kind of relationship. Gradually, we became friends. His whole family used to persuade me to accept his proposal. They even wanted to come to my home to talk with my parents, but I always stopped them because I was just a child at that time. He tried very hard, but I was adamant.

After 3 years, he was still adamant. We used to meet occasionally because he used to study in another state, so we only met 3 or 4 times a year. But I was still not ready; I had my reasons. The only reason I remained friends with him was because he really loved me, so I always tried to make him understand. I always used to tell him, “We are just friends.” He used to tell me, “I don’t need you as a friend.” Then I would tell him, “If you don’t want me as a friend, then let’s break our friendship.” Eventually, in 10th grade, I told him, “If you don’t want me to be your friend, then don’t expect anything more.”

His family held grudges against me because he was the apple of everyone’s eye, but they still behaved well with me. He never misbehaved with me, but we used to fight a lot about this relationship issue. I was afraid that if I broke the friendship, he might do something to himself (he was the only male child in his family).

Then one day in 10th grade, he fought with me again, so I told him, “I will never come to meet you, and let’s break our friendship.” He got very angry and left. Then he told me, “I am going abroad for my business. This is the last time I am asking you.” I still said no. I had my board exams and many other problems. I didn’t want to be in a relationship until 12th grade, and I told him this as well, but he was not ready to understand. I didn’t want to give him any kind of expectations.

I got into depression because, on one side, his family was pressuring me, he was very stubborn about me, there was academic pressure, expectations from my family, and the fear that his family might come to my home. It has been 2 years now, and we have not met since. It took me a lot of time to get out of depression because I didn’t share this with anyone except my sister, and only after he left. Until then, I kept it all in my heart, and because of it, my mental and physical health became weak. I used to get anxiety attacks.

Was I right? I feel bad about him, but I don’t regret anything. ~ Anonymous!

Question: Was it the right decision?

Option 1: Yes

Option 2: No