While working at a department store, I met someone and at first he was the perfect guy..sweet, handsome, loving, caring, sensitive..perfect right? Yeah..totally wrong. A few months into the relationship he showed his true colors. Suddenly I wasn’t skinny enough, pretty enough, or old enough. I say this because I was only 19 at the time and he was 23. He was constantly going out to bars with his friends and getting drunk. At every social event we went too, whether it be a wedding or a birthday party, he was trashed. It doesn’t stop there…when I finally turned 21 and could go out with him to the bar, he told me that he didn’t want me to go with him, that’s fine, he wanted to spend time with his guy friends. In June, his friends and I decided we were all going going to go to a bar to celebrate his birthday. I was happy to go even though I’m not really a drinker. I showed up to his house early so I could get him there in time as I was voted the desinated driver. I knew by past experiences that he was going to be trashed and didn’t want him drinking and driving. He came out of his house and said, “we need to talk.” I was like Okay..what is the problem now, as everything was drama with him. He told me that he loved me but he didn’t want me to go with him for his birthday because I was too much of an embarrassment to him. I was furious. I had spent all this time planning with his friends for this birthday celebration and now he didn’t even want me there. WTF! I left, furious and hurt. He called me a few days later and being nieve, I forgave him. A few months later, things still had not changed and we were arguing more than ever. I had Enough of his BS and putting me down constantly. I called a quits…he didn’t want it to be over and begged me for another chance! I finally said to him,”no, I’m a better person than you, I don’t demand that you change the drunk A**hole that you are, but I do want respect for the person I am and being with you doesn’t make me happy, it never really did and it never will, leave me alone.” He called me, emailed me, drove by my house continuously for the next three months.And to make matters worse, I found out that he had asked the girl who worked with him out way before we had broken up. The reason I couldn’t go to the bars was because he was secretly seeing her behind my back the whole time, his friends knew about it, and so did she!! I was happy it was over with and I came to the realization that the only reason why I was with him was because I did’t want to be alone. He wasn’t worth my time, my love, or the garbage I just threw out.
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