My ex fiancé was a great man, but eventually started to be mean/abusive. I don’t know how it happened it went from lots of fun to he wouldn’t even want me to look good just to be in the house. At some point if I had a pregnancy craving he wouldn’t want me even go to the drive thru that was 2 streets away.
Anyways, one night we were all drinking. By all I mean us, his family, neighbors. I’m a chatty kathy and when I drink I just don’t be quiet. To many it’s seen as flirty behavior like it was to him, but to me I just feel more social and funny, not flirty.
I guess the next morning he sat with me, told me how upsetting it was for him that I talked and talked through out the night. He was crying about it. Literally. Tears down his face. I just sat there like “oh no, I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again.”
Afterwards, I went to the bathroom and I started laughing so hard. Like that’s where the line was for him even with the things he’d put me through? It was so laughable to me.
Anyways, we had had a baby, and he was starting to get physical with his abuse towards me so I was working on leaving him for my sake and our kids sake. But he died in the midst of it, so I got out without having to fear and worry about the threats he’d make of if I ever left him, he’d do this and that.
There was another instance with another guy, who also cried because of how he was acting towards me. And again, I showed concern and understanding but also left to go laugh about it after the conversation.
Both times I just looked in the mirror and laughed like they had just told me the jokes of the century. Not sure why it was funny to me but it was.