For Rick and Ilsa, it was “We’ll always have Paris.” What will your parting words be, “We’ll always have Guantanamo”?
And make no mistake: You should part — pronto — because the relationship you’re in is pretty much a textbook case of abuse. Sure, the average guy gets rattled at the thought of his girlfriend naked with previous boyfriends — or even the sight of her, fully clothed, talking to some guy friend who isn’t a disfigured, 85-year-old gay troll. The appropriate response is playing it cool, not taking the girlfriend home and waterboarding her for hours.
You actually were honest with your boyfriend — you told him you “didn’t want to tell all.” That should’ve been that. Being in a relationship doesn’t mean signing away your right to privacy. Anything short of “My last three boyfriends are buried in the backyard” or “I have these weird red bumps all over my girlparts” is information you don’t owe anybody. While guys will get curious, an emotionally healthy boyfriend doesn’t demand to know who, how many, how often and how well your being double-jointed worked out for you and the last dude.
As for what sheer numbers say, your sexual history could look like a line for free tickets to Coldplay; it’s your ethics that predict whether you’ll cheat. This is all about control and confession and forgiveness on his terms. It’s classic abuser behavior: Isolate you - first, from your guy friends; later, from anybody who might talk some sense into you. Cut you down, build you up a little (“What a lovely stew!”) and cut you down some more. He’s essentially smacking you around, then kissing your booboo. And no, he’s not literally smacking you around now, but that’s where emotional abuse often leads. What are you waiting for, a sign? Two black eyes? A couple broken bones? Or, maybe something in writing; a death certificate, perhaps?