Right now, I am single and loving it.
After my last crazy ex, I think I am done with the whole serious boyfriend thing, but I am not out of the dating scene.
I start college in January and honestly, with the new school, moving, and a few other factors, boys just aren't top priority
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My job is online (I do myspace layouts and some webpages for bands), and I met this guy in a band who was moving to FL for school and we hit it off. We started talking every day and I had a pretty big crush on him. He started flipping out over little things like comments left on my myspace, picture comments that people said I was pretty and quite a few other little things. I tried breaking up with him and he wouldnt let me. He gave me some big bullshit story about how he was sorry and that he just has alot going on blah blah blah blah blah.
He moved down (I didnt find out until later he moved down only to be with me) and tried to spend wayyyyyyyy too much time with me. He monitored everything I did. He got online and hacked my Myspace and deleted friends then called me to say someone was hacking it and "saved the day".
His freak outs got more and more intense and went from just yelling, to crying and trying to kill me. (IE: we were in the car, he had a CD in I didnt like, I took it out and put something else in, he started freaking out and swerved off the road down a huge hill and into a ditch.)
For my B-day, I decided that I wanted to go to a water park. He wanted to go. I paid for me, him, and my little brother to go. On the way in I told him I need to eat something, he told me I am fat and that I didnt need any food. We were in line for the first ride for like 40 minutes, we got almost to the top, my low blood sugar kicked in, I ran down the stairs, threw up, and then passed out.
He didnt do anything to help me. I decided that day to break up with him. I tried breaking up with him and he would cry and whine and pull the strings he knew would work. Finally, I just couldn't do it any more. I finally broke up with him and he understood.... kinda...
I had like 800$ worth of stuff at his house (stuff he had taken from me without me knowledge) and I wanted it back. He called me everyday 100-500 times a day and sent at least 400 text a day. I finally got my things back (had a friend who was bigger than them go get them).
I thought the calls would stop, but they didnt. They got worse and more threatening. He threatened to kill me, my family and my friends.
Finally one night, he called me and told me that we were back together and that he loved me and had bought me an engagement ring. I was strong this time and refused to take him back. He started crying and demanding that I see him. I hung up. He showed up at my house saying he swallowed bleach blah blah blah. I made him leave.
The phone calls and text got worse and worse everyday, so finally one morning at 6am, I called the cops and had the cops deal with it. I couldn't take it any more. I was really scared for my life.
After all of that, boyfriends aren't high priority.
