I was in a relationship for 13 years and after years of infidelity, I finally had enough.
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I was in a relationship for 13 years and after years of infidelity, I finally had enough.
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years??? pifft I just deleted my cousin off FB because they are being a dick lol
My energy comes first!
I realized he’d always put his toxic mother before me. Not that I considered that there should be a competition or rank between me and my partner’s mother, but I was essentially in a relationship with her as well. She’d refer to our property as ”hers,” for example. And she loathed me and was incredibly judgmental towards me while blaming me for her son’s violent tendencies.
When she cheated a second time, from then on out I decided for any future relationships I would end it on the first time…
She didn’t like cheese.
Not an allergy, intolerance or dietary restriction of any sort…she just genuinely did not “like” cheese, like some kind of sociopath.
Back in the day a “friend “ stole my last 20 bucks from me and denied it even though he was the only person with me that whole day. It left such a bad taste in my mouth. I haven’t spoken to this person in 16 years or so. Bottom line is that you have to look out for yourself and your mental health. If the person is just bringing you down then cut them off.
We were long distance. I called to chat with him after work and a girl picked up. I could hear him yell grab the phone and hang up. Then he proceeded to not pick up his phone for three days.
As soon as I found out they cheated on me.
Sometimes relationships just…fade. Not romantic (though that can happen too) but friendships. I’ve had two ‘best friends’ in my life that i don’t talk to anymore. Nothing dramatic happened, they just sort of faded. I think people come into your life for specific reasons, at specific times, it’s okay if they fade away – they were never meant to be permanent.
Former ex best friend, towards the end we mostly had arguments and it was my last straw that dhe came unannounced over to use me as an excuse to see a dude in the night who didn’t text her back. Woke up to an empty bed cause she disappeared along with my and my dads housekeys even tho I explicitly told her to wake me up when she leaves lol
She threw a pint glass at me and it smashed to pieces at my feet. I packed right then and there and left. It was another incremental escalation in her abuse and I knew it wasn’t going to get better. Took me a long time to work through the damage.
When she tore up the bedroom, smashed the windows of the front of the house and threatened me with a razor, then sped off in her car when I called the police and hit 2 cars on the way out
Why do so many people stay in it for the Sunken cost fallacy?
It doesn’t matter if it’s 50 years- if he cheats you leave.
He had no real hobbies or interests while sticking his nose up at almost everything I liked. He also knew I don’t like PDA. There were other issues as well, but they’re not super relevant to this story.
It all came to a head one day when we were at dinner with some of his friends. He and I were supposed to go to a race event that weekend, and it was also somewhat of a demolition derby. Nothing serious at all – just people having fun. One of his friends brought it up, and everybody at that table kinda sneered. I felt pretty small in that moment.
Later that same evening, we were walking out from seeing a comedian, and he wouldn’t stop smacking my ass. I don’t mind that privately, but he knew I hated it publicly yet kept doing it repeatedly. It made me feel like a piece of meat.
It’s like… does this guy even like me or respect me? I didn’t think so. I broke up with him the next day. No regrets.
When I was 22 I was stalked and sexually assaulted. I accepted that he didn’t want to talk about my past. It came up in a discussion, not an argument, but completely unrelated. He said he didn’t know and he wanted a divorce. That flipped the switch, I had told him but he never wanted to talk about it. He must have forgotten. I can’t change my past and I didn’t choose to go through that. He refused to apologize. I was tired of burying key aspects of myself. I realized he never apologized since we married, for anything. He never even said please or thank you. I deserve basic respect and I was done with accepting less than bare minimum.
Together 2 years- he was verbally and emotionally abusive. I got a job at a salon and they gave me a gorgeous haircut my first week. He kicked me out of the house for cutting my hair without his permission. That was the last straw for me.
When it became so ridiculously obvious that she was cheating, and she still wouldn’t admit to it.
In 1988 my girlfriend got upset that I told her to stop talking to me during Eddie’s guitar solo at a Van Halen concert. She got jealous that I was paying more attention to the greatest guitar player on Earth than her dumb ass. Broke up with her days later with extreme prejudice.
Decades later she reached out to me and told me I was the one that got away. I told her she was the crazy bitch I escaped. Good riddance.
She committed suicide
After 15 years or so of off and on. One day I realized that I had become the man she wanted me to be. Yet she hadn’t changed one bit. I realized that if I did not leave, we’d be in the same situation 5 years down the road. Life is too short to be in a one way relationship.
I’m married now and my wife is pregnant with twin boys.
He also cheated constantly. He told me he bought two of the same book for his mum and coworker as a christmas present.
He gave me that book as a christmas present and the front page had been ripped out but you see the imprint of what he’d written on it, “(Name of colleague) I’ve never loved anyone like I love you” This was noticed by our son.
Apparently he realised she was not about to cheat on her HUSBAND a third time and decided she didn’t deserve the book.
Oh wow. Memories! I’d been with my ex since I was 22. He was a “lad” and “one of the lads” and that meant they were all out ladding around in the pubs every other night. I’m not going to make this long, but there were scary situations, times he was angrily drunk, a couple times when I actually slept with a knife under the mattress because he was so unpredictable. I left him several times but went back. Got pregnant, lost the baby, was told I was now infertile (I wasn’t, but that’s not part of this story). Left him again and got my own place and started to feel the freedom for real. Had one more reconciliation but I just knew then, and when we had another fight I told him to get out and stay out. I moved so he couldn’t find me, and I was done. That was in the August of that year, and at Christmas he sent a letter to me at my mum’s house. I told her over the phone to tear it up, and she did, so I never read it and have no idea to this day what it said – but I’m sure the same old lies. That was … 28 years ago!
He ordered me the wrong chicken.
Kept pressuring me for s*x. I told him I was staunchly none of “that” before marriage and for months he would keep bringing it up. It was just past midnight on New Year’s Day and the first conversation we had of the new year was… you guessed it. Told him, “really?! THIS is the first conversation you want to have in the new year???” Broke up with him a few days later.
I’m at this point now. He just has zero ambition, he has ridiculous expectations. He wants me to do all the things a SAHM would do while working 48 hours a week and paying half the bills. He has a drinking problem. I’m currently getting things in order to leave.
Bringing home (thankfully treatable) STDs from brothels.
Pressuring me to move in with them when I wanted to see how they coped on their own before I moved in.
Cared only about the $$ I bring as opposed to my feelings and well-being.
Abuse.
When he hit me again when I didn’t want to have sex. He felt disrespected cause I stayed quiet when he kept asking me why I didn’t want to have sex. I told him he promised he wouldn’t hit me again. He said that doesn’t matter.
When I found out she was married and they bought a house while we were dating
My mother is a narcissist with a victim complex. I’ve always known this. Everyone, from friends to her own sister to my therapist, had always encouraged me to distance myself from her, but I’d spent so much of my life taking care of her that I couldn’t cut the cord (it seriously felt like cutting off one of my children, which is really messed up).
My very mentally ill husband committed suicide, and after a small disagreement over the phone over something silly (I can’t even remember what), she said, “He probably killed himself because he had to live with someone like you.”
I hung up the phone that day, and I set it down, and I never picked it back up for her. That was over a decade ago, and it was the best decision of my life.
his roommate was actually his wife
She was just always unhappy with everything. A bitch if you will. See ya.
I didn’t stop after at least 6 times I knew she cheated. Finally ended it when she visited me across the country and called 2 weeks later to tell me she was getting married. Absolutely broke me.
Friday evening after a long, hard week. Knowing my husband of almost 30 years was scheduled for an evening shift, I was really looking forward to a quiet bubble bath, a drink, and mindless tv. I drove around the corner to my cul-de-sac, hit the garage door button to my house at the end. As the door opened I saw my husband’s car in the garage. Shit! From YEARS of experience I knew he’d have been drinking since mid-afternoon (never physically violent). He would be in his overly chatty, touchy-freely stage. He’d insist we watch something he wanted to see for the thousandth time — anything I wanted to see he’d talk through — then he’d fall asleep on the couch, snoring loudly at 7:07pm. I’d put on a show and, just before the ending, he’d wake up noisy and distracting. Offended I’d shush him, he’d quickly escalate to loud and obnoxious, constantly picking at me until I retreated to the bedroom. He’d follow wanting sex until I snapped at him. (There was no point as I was disgusted and he was, uh, unable). Then he’d stomp out, slamming the door, and turn up the stereo (despite owning the best headphones). He’s fall asleep on the couch between 3 and 4. I’d get up with the sun and make enough noise until he roused himself to go to bed.
That next morning after he’d gone to bed, I sat outside and reveled in the peace and quiet. And I recognized that a switch had flipped. I was not afraid, angry or sad. My constant companion frustration was absent. I was just done. I told him before his shift that day that I was seeing a lawyer on Monday. He didn’t believe me as he made 4x my salary and thought that chained me down. It didn’t. We were divorced within 5 months.
Umm. I think the best part in me I don’t ignore red flags from the start. I keep it all in mind. And don’t go till enough. And just let go of the person in a few chances.
Why to go through so much.
Umm. I think the best part in me I don’t ignore red flags from the start. I keep it all in mind. And don’t go till enough. And just let go of the person in a few chances.
Why to go through so much.
Anxiety attacks being around her. She was one angry woman. About everything. All the time.
Got tired of being her bank.
Every argument we had was me demanding attention. At the end she broke up with me tho because she “didn’t feel the same”
He called me and cussed me out while I was at work because he was stuck on the toilet after taking a shit with no toilet paper
I guess I had used the last of it that morning and forgot to let him know??? Anyways. Broke up with him shortly after that one
Like you, the infidelity. I forgave, forgave and forgave … until I just couldn’t any longer. I lost 99% of my self respect by accepting the ongoing betrayal by a man who swore he loved me, but could not resist other women. In the end, I chose myself and have been happily single ever since.
Hiding drinking habits, punching holes in the wall… come to find out both were caused by him cheating on me with men our entire relationship. I was a beard for almost 2yrs.
Just ended it after I discovered she was entitled.
Romantic – finally realized that her vanity was too deep-rooted to control despite the problems it caused.
Platonic – His chronic hypocrisy became too much after he cheated on his wife, with whom he had 2 beautiful daughters.
She got a notification on her phone, and she asked me to see what it was.
it’s your ex boyfriend?
She dropped everything in her hands, ran over to snatch up her phone, put her finger to my chest, and told me:
we’re not discussing this
oh but I think we are! This is kind of important, don’t you think?
From that moment on, it was like switch had flipped. She went ice cold towards me. We only lasted a few weeks longer but she held true to her word. She would fight, scream, yell, argue about anything. But one mention of his name and she would turn to stone, and wouldn’t say one single word about it. Even the look on her face would change to expressionless.
He was always mean and putting people down and just insulting people at every turn, but what really got me was that one day we were driving and I was Hella pregnant and we were driving past my old hometown and there’s this old family that has like a mechanic shop like a mom and Pop mechanic shops on the front of their house Had cars on it not like pieces of junk. They were trying to sell them. They looked good but he went on a 20 minute ti raid on the way home about how trashy people are and how they have no money and I bet you they’re just fucking awful awful people. I know these people they’re very nice people. That was just the straw that broke the camels back. I was just so tired of everything being insults and complaints and being mean, even if it was never really directed at me.
It started off really well. I knew he didn’t drink, was a vegetarian but that didn’t bother me. But he also never cooked, and I learned he didn’t like going to any event where there was alcohol. So concerts, dinners with friends. He would act closed off and strange for the entire time, which made every event exhausting and not enjoyable.
Then he would complain we didn’t do anything exciting together. We did travel a lot in the beginning, but having to plan every trip with zero input from him started to wear on me after a while.
He just continued to detach, spending all our time together on his phone. All forms of intimacy stopped, and when I asked him about it he felt we “had both let ourselves go.” I’m embarrassed I let it get to that point before I left.
The 6 years he left fudge droplets on the ceiling
I had an ex who got physical with me and I told myself, “three strikes and she’s out”. After the the third time she hit, kicked, threw something at me I left.
She chose to stay with her drug addicted friends instead of me.
Everywhere. Every state has very smart people. If you ask Alexa “what’s the smartest state she’d say Massachusetts
My best friend of many years allowed their friend to treat me poorly because that friend had money that they benefited from. As soon as I saw their loyalty had been bought (the whole event was maybe 2 minutes) I turned and left, went to say goodbye to their kid, and left.
Dated a single mom for about a year and a half. Her daughter was around 10 or so. I was so happy I found someone after being single for 4 years. I did everything I could to keep them happy. Paid for all meals although I was living paycheck to paycheck. One time her daughter wanted an expensive steak. I tried to recommend something cheaper and her mom insisted she have the steak. I ate a salad offset the expense but we sat in silence the entire meal. I was going into debt. After dinner we got into an argument at her apartment. How I wished she would see it from my point of view and a 10 year old doesn’t need to eat a $40 steak. She said if I can’t afford to take them out, then I should just stay home. I left and never talked to her again. Her daughter called me later to apologize, but it was too late.
I struggle with alcoholism and I’m supposed to get hip surgery but it got delayed bc they wanted to be able to monitor me at a hospital vs a surgery center and I told my partner and she badgered me about my drinking, and saying that she knew this was gonna happen then she ended up getting mad at me before asking about how I was feeling about it. tho in lieu of my surgery I’ve done really good with getting under control and she would say how she was proud so that reaction to news that devastated me is why I ended Saturday also she reacts with anger when I go through my big moments but when she went through things I tried to treat it from a place of kindness and understanding. I wasn’t perfect but I deserve better I love her but I had to leave just ended it on Saturday and I work with her so yeah
The 2nd time it got physical and I did not want my son raised in a home where he thought it was on to treat women that way.
After 13 years, I thought I was just in a long-term relationship. Turns out, I was in a never-ending episode of ‘Survivor: Love Edition.’ Time to vote someone off the island!
I was in a 6 year relationship before I met my husband, at 27. My ex was not very intelligent and that always bothered me. We never had deep conversation. He also acted super tough and that was a turn off. He just wasn’t really a nice person.
We were living in Seattle and I went back, alone, to visit friends and family in Colorado and never went back. Only to collect my things. He then stalked me.
I got together with my husband, ex was pissed, but eventually got over it, he stopped stalking me, at least, and the rest is history. My husband and I have been together for 26 years.
Six and a half years of a seriously toxic off/on relationship, a period where my own alcoholism came to a head. I was sober 7 months and changing my whole life.
He got angry about something ridiculous and immediately jumped to saying it’s over, which had always been a part of our insane fights but it had been quite a long time since either of us had done that.
He told me to just go “enjoy your new life” and it hit me that I do have a new life and it had no room for him.
I’m now just over 16 months sober, a completely different person and I’ve met someone with my same goals, priorities and commitment to working on himself. I haven’t spoken to my ex since August.
He was always late. I’m not talking about a few minutes, I mean HOURS. We’d make a plan for him to come to my place,at let’s say 7PM.
It’s 7:05, nothing, 7:30 I call him and it takes a few tries of me calling before he’d answer, he’d tell me he was at his dads, now I understood his father had a lot of health issues so I’d be understanding. He would assure me he’d be at my place at 8.
It’s 8:05, no sign of him. I call at 8:15, after a few tries of me calling him, he’d answer say that “oh I had to run and do this for my homie but I swear I’m 10 minutes out” I’d say “okay”.
20 minutes would go by, nothing. An hour would go by, nothing.
Finally it’d be 11PM and I’m tired of waiting and feeling like I don’t matter so I take a shower, do my skin care, get in my pajamas and lay in bed. He calls at 11:30PM asking if I still want to hang out, while he comes up with all of these excuses as to why he’s almost 4 hours late. Then he’d get butt hurt when I said “I gave you grace and waited about 3 hours for you, I’m going to bed”.
This happened CONSTANTLY. I attempted multiple times to have sit down conversations about how him being late was rude, disrespectful, and hurt my feelings. He’d always brush it off with some sob story about how hard his life it and shit. He’d say he wasn’t in the mind set to talk about it.
Cheated on by my husband. Deal breaker. Destroying my trust in anyone for a long time
I realised that hope was keeping me stuck. That my hope was actually that we’d get back to the 6 months of wonderful relationship but in reality the surrounding 5 years had gotten worse and worse. If I wanted to know what the next 5 would look like, it would be the same as the last 5 but likely worse again – never better. That I had pictured more for myself when I thought of the guy I’d end up with – not a drunk abuser who’d shag the stripper on the stag do and turn up to the wedding drunk. And that I was already sad 90% of the time so I may as well be sad with the potential of happiness by being alone.
I was cooking at the time and he’d gone awol all night – I spent that day packing his shit and ended it there and then
That never happened, I’m the one who always get my heart broken, for just being a nice guy, that girls lose interest with time
After giving up my dreams for his, never telling him my concerns or asking for clarification of a decision he made unilaterally, never being able to tell him when he hurt me because I made it about me, being verbally, emotionally, and financially abused all the debt was in my name. I’d convinced myself or was normal and happy and not yelly 90% of the time so things were fine. Even when he cheated on me with my BFF after having an addiction to testosterone off the dark web I was able to forgive him.
But after realizing in therapy that he made me get, he’d grown up watching his dad occasionally verbally emotionally abuse his mother all his life also about only about 10% of the time, he was bullied as a child for 6+ years and dropped out of HS, so his self esteem was low, then like his dad, developed addictions as an adult… but when I asked for divorce, he didn’t want it and only wanted a separation, but I told him I couldn’t unless he also got therapy for himself and also for us to do couples completing, he refused and yelled everything was my fault not his, he wouldn’t be this way of I want messed up, I finally realized, I deserved better. I deserved a partner willing to commit to me the way I commit to them and this wasn’t it.
This person in front of me while nice 90% of the time to me, and appears so generous and kind to others publicly, doesn’t actually care about me at least 10% of his life and even when I am angry or upset with him I still care about him. He comes up normal to others but I realized it was all a front, to hide his own insecurities and I cannot waste any more of my life tied to a person who doesn’t actually care about me. I deserved to find a person like me and this, this wasn’t it. So I told him I was sorry he felt that way, but he knows what he said wasn’t true, and if he ever truly loved me at all, he would let me go. And to his credit, he did.
My last breakup was once more trying to connect with my then bf while he played Call of Duty incessantly. I was making something and wanted him to taste test. He brushed me off and I said, “yeah, I don’t know why I even bother…”
And he got mad, came up behind me, pulled the back of my shirt away from my body, and poured his glass of water down my shirt.
And suddenly I realized being single would be far superior to being with someone who didn’t respect me, was cruel more than he was kind, and was a lame loser gamer to boot.
When she was at her moms for the weekend and I realized I wasn’t feeling tense or anxious anymore.
It was a lot of manipulation and her using whoever is around her to take care of all of her responsibilities. Like a gold digger but with exploiting anyone who would be friends with her to do all her stuff. Always a story about how it’s so bad but could never make a change to make it better. The worst part is it was at her kids expense because she didn’t take care of them much at all. Just spoils them so they continue to like her. Meanwhile getting nothing they need. Food, clothes, school attendance, all neglected. Sucks the life out of anyone close to her
I met someone else and realized I couldn’t keep him if I stayed in that house with that psychopath. So I finally ended it and got my own apartment!
She started to show me engagement rings. The thought of being married to her was really off-putting. I knew I needed out.
My best friend of 10 years – I tried to maintain and grow the friendship, but he never put in the same effort and was often flakey when it came to arranging to meet. The last straw was when I sent him a message (don’t recall what about), and he didn’t respond until two weeks later. I decided from that point on that the friendship was obviously dead, or not important enough to him, and to stop wasting my time.
Death Knell: unexplained absence. Period.
Getting dragged into grade school level drama by someone who said they specifically didn’t like drama. Getting chewed out and ghosted for not jumping into said drama with them. Long term friends gave outside perspective after meeting her and it cleared my head up pretty quickly and I realized I didn’t want to be in a constant maelstrom of nonsense.
When i told someone they were being abusive and they scoffed in my face and said if I keep talking to my family about our relationship, “things are going to get a lot worse”
I left after that. That was a threat.
He left the country, cheated, didn’t want to break it off so dragged his heels and tried to keep me + other woman. I realized that I really shouldn’t settle for being treated that way but was deathly afraid of being alone. Decided I had enough when he just ran back to the other country and other woman and I realized what a fucking asshole.
It still took me almost 2 years to get over him but thank God I didn’t settle and stay out of fear.
My bro SA me for 3 yrs when I was 9. I blocked all of it out. Fast forward 25 yrs I get hypnotized & remembered all of it. I told my mom. She said oh well boys will be boys. Then proceeded to tell every relative I had BPD. I do not. She was painting an unstable picture of me. I called her out on both items & never spoke to her again. I won’t attend her funeral when she dies.
he’d been mentally and emotionally abusive for years. i remember standing at the kitchen sink, thinking to myself that i was just going to be miserable for the rest of my life. i was constantly angry, always on the defensive because i never knew what was going to set him off or make him decide to blow everything out of proportion. on my 30th birthday, i realized i couldn’t even say the word “thirty” because i wasn’t where i wanted to be, or who i wanted to be. we had infant twins, and when they were 8 months old (while i was doing everything and getting NO time to myself except for my work commute) i told him i was running on fumes and had nothing left. he still didn’t step up, but just piled more on me.
the day i got an inheritance check from my grandfather’s estate was the day a part of my brain woke up and said “fuck this shit, i’m out, and i’m taking the body with me.” i was gone within 2 months, and divorced 4 months after that.
My ex was constantly starting petty fights when he didn’t get what he wanted, ending it and then came crawling back. The last one was because I called him instead of FaceTiming him – he flew off the handle and broke up with me. He’s been blocked since. Grow up.
When he gave his steak to his mother to cut for him so “he wouldn’t choke”. 🙄 100% dead serious.
“I voted for Trump”
“I’m out!”
I’ve ended 2 relationships after finding out they talked shit about me while I was present, just unaware. You’re not gonna talk shit about me on my dad’s boat while I’m literally 10 ft away.
Exgf gaslighting
She was constantly including her parents in every thing we did and would side with them when there was a problem between both of us. On top of that, she became so devoted to school that she began to neglect me and not grow as a person when I wanted to address problems with our relationship. It really hurt to end and now 3 months later, I am beginning to understand the impact the relationship had on me.
When he lost his temper and punched out one of my car windows
I realised he didn’t actually like me, but another girl who he couldn’t have. I just happened to have the same hair colour, eye colour and liked him.
A red flag I should’ve seen from the start was that the first ‘compliment’ he gave me to his friends (we have mutual friends) was “if (other girl he liked) dressed like Jonah I’d c-m everywhere”, I took this as a compliment, but it was clear he just happened to like the way I dressed and not me, but her. He even nearly called me her name once, again I ignored it.
it was not a serious relationship but there was something more into it. it started to crumble when he began to talk less and less through the time, not willing to speak nor discuss things out. in the beginning he used to annoy me with text messages and saying kind things to me but then it began to ignore me and dry text. idk. it just made me hurt and angry.
He said “why would I want to be there for you?” When I was having a hard time coping with the anniversary of a traumatic event. He said it while not taking his eyes away from his video games, and I realized I was so completely alone in that relationship. We broke up 2 days later, and 2 years later I’m in the healthiest relationship of my life with the man I’m going to marry.
On the way back to the house from his mother’s funeral from lymphoma, he and his father were talking about his dad’s dating profile. When I was appalled by this, I was told “Well you don’t want him to be alone forever”. Well I would like him to wait until his wife’s body is cold, you ghoul.
We were a couple for about five years, after five years i got a new job and was starting to live again feeling trapped with her, she was always really busy at work so we fell apart.
But the last nail on the coffee that killed our relationship was an disagreement about her brother. The guy groomed a 15 years old kid and impregnated her, he was at least by the time 29~30 years old, twice her age at least.
That wasn’t the issue but what we thought about it, she was so happy that she was going to be a aunty and didn’t give a second thought about what his brother did. I was utterly disgusted by his brother and her opinions on the matter, i was at her grandma house discussing the issue, i snapped and ended things with her right and there.
After that she runaway from her home and my roommate made the mistake of letting her in and she move up to my home. When i arrived hom, she thought that was a grand romantic gesture and i was like “wtf”. I spent all night worried thinking she was going to kill herself in my living room.
I asked her to come to bed just to be safe, she tried to have sex, i declined and that was it for the night.
At six am on the morning a friend of mine came to the house made me pack a suitcase with clothes and give me house keys on another state just to be there while he take care of her moving her out of my home.
I spent four days out of my own home and by that time she was gone.
Years after the fact, i learned that she was cheating on me during the fourth year of our relationship, it was painfull but most on the “male way” rather that in the “heartbreak way”.
Many years later, according to some friends she was dating a guy that looked just like me and i was like “ok”.
My husband and my marriage effectively ended over his purchase of a new car. We sat down and discussed the purchase and decided that we couldn’t afford it. The next thing was him calling me at work to ask my mother’s maiden name for the loan papers. I started planning to get out right from that moment.
And it turned out the car was a lemon, too, but we weren’t married by the time he dumped it.
After saying hed come to his senses and realized he had taken myle for granted and absolutely wanted a future with me he proceeded to no-show for the day he had planned to show me that he cared – and then finally knocked on my door at midnight, knowing I had a long day of work starting in just a few hours, and then making passive aggressive remarks about how shitty it was for me to not compromise my plans for him.
I spent 4 years changing my plans on a whim for him, and being disappointed that he set all the terms of our relationship. I told him I was done, he laughed and said I was too weak to actually break up with him, and I pushed him out of the door.
Never talked to him again. He tried to email me multiple times over the years, and he passed away in 2010.
“I’ve had so many chances to cheat on you but haven’t. Count yourself lucky” was my final straw to leave him. For two years before he made sure he knew he was too good for me and telling me if I didn’t lose weight he’d leave me. In the end he barely touched me and looked at me like I was disgusting. Should’ve left waaaay before, but didn’t. He destroyed me and made me a shell of myself. Leaving him was the best thing I ever did.