So, December 2013, I met this guy. When I first met him, I thought he was gay ( no judgement, seriously. ) He would only wear designer, and he had more hair products than me. He was more of a woman than me!
So, after I find out that he was straight, he asked me out. After a while, he started getting REALLY clingy, and hadn’t even asked me if he wanted me to be his girlfriend, he had just assumed ( call me all crazy, but I’m old fashioned. ), and guilted me into a relationship. We did start dating, and after a while, I wasn’t feeling it. He didn’t like that I wanted to lose weight, that I drink beer, or want to get a tattoo.
After breaking up with him, he called me, saying that he was going to commit suicide, and after a while, I got him to seek counseling.
Then two months later, stupid me got back together with him, and that is where the designer purse comes in.
After a few months, after complaining about him, a close friend decided that she had enough of me complaining about him, so, at one of the biggest events of the year, I broke up with him, and she pushed me away from him. Which everyone that I knew rejoiced when they found out that I did.
Then I went to a Billy Talent concert and got knocked unconscious. I got a concussion. Fun times.
Things have gotten so much better since then though.
