So I had a boyfriend, yea not a surprise. Plain and simple, he is/was an asshole. We started dating on my birthday in 01, we broke up first in July RIGHT after my parents moved to Texas. I was going through a really tough time in my life (my whole life was being uprooted) and one day before I went to work he sat down with me on our bed and told me that it wasn't working out. I was distraught all day and when I came home my dishes were done and our room was clean and the laundry was folded and put away, this made the day even more horrible because he was FINALLY being nice and he had dumped me. I went to bed that night and around midnight or so he stumbles in (he still had a key to the house) drunk and high and climbed into what USE to be OUR bed and tried to "get some" i just turned over and tried to go back to sleep. He eventually passed out after yelling at me and telling me that "THAT" was why we weren't together, "I was such a bitch". *I love how I am a bitch when he comes home drunk and tries to get in my pants the same day he dumps me!*

Over the next couple of months we tried really hard to make things work, but nothing was ever the same as it was in the beginning. He started doing drugs habitually again, then he started drinking heavily (more so than usual), I tried to deal with all of this but it just got harder with each day. I knew he was cheating on me, I knew he was doing hard drugs but I convinced myself that it wasn't true because I wanted to help him so much. We had a huge fight on September 11th because I was in a terrible mood after the days events and he was being completely insensitive. Almost exactaly a month later he called me and told me he couldn't be without me and he loved me and he needed to see me and talk to me. Me being the forgiving person I am, I went to see him and we decided to try one more time. I told him that things couldn't be the way they were anymore, he couldn't control me he couldn't be the center of my world and he had to learn to be a little more sensitive. He agreed and we started "dating" again, little did I know, a couple of his friends were watching me when he wasn't around, and they would "report" back to him. The other "friends" that he had that were my friends as well told him they were going to tell me but he threatened them and they were too scared to say anything. One night I went out shopping for shoes with my good friend Adam from OU, He constantly called me all night and he was being completly unreasonable and telling me I could not spend time with Adam, I didn't know how he knew I was even with Adam until I found out later on that his friends had followed me to the mall and were walking around us and listening to our conversation, which revolved mainly around how much Adam hated him and he wanted us to break up. He called me later when i was in the shoe store and told me that i had to meet him at Meijer because he was having problems and he needed me that night. I went to see him (totally blowing off Adam, because we were suppose to hang out and watch movies that night) when I went to see him he didn't need help with anything and he started yelling at me once again and calling me horrible names, needless to say I told him that this was the last time and I didn't speak to him for a couple of weeks. For the next couple of months we were off and on and I ended up finding out about 2 other girls and all the coke he was doing. I confronted him and he denied things and admitted to other things. We finally ended up parting ways after about 15 months I believe...I moved down here to Texas to get away from him and all the other assholes up north.

This story was a SHORTENED version of the entire story and considering it wasn't short at all you can just imagine what else went on while we dated. If I was to write out everything I can remember it would be about 10 times as long. Y'all better be lucky I was too tired tonite to write everything, plus Perry Mason is on and I can't write while this awesome show is on!

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