I hate how this one started.. I was vulnerable. Heartbroken but healing, and just turned 18. I met this guy and suddenly I thought wow.. what is this I have fallen into? Not gonna lie though I was excited to meet this good looking guy and have him as into me as I was him. There were little words between us, mostly physical for a few months. Then thing’s were starting to get serious. He had a lot of loss happen to him in our short relationship so far. It hadn’t even been a year and he had already last 2 people dear to him and a couple of good dogs. I was there though to pick up those pieces. I was there to help him try to feel better and to pick him up after regardless of how he treated me in the process.. I had given him all the parts of me that I knew he didn’t deserve and yet here I was.. holding onto this shell of what he could be instead of who he was.. He tore me down and made me feel like nothing, mentioned plenty how my lack of sex with him made him need to get it elsewhere, how because I wasn’t in the mood it meant that I was screwing around with someone else even though I was with him 90% of the time.. I was repeatedly told that I might be good enough for him if I’d gain a few more pounds.. at this time I was barely 150.. He was the perfect reason why I said he needs me because I’m the only one who understand him and who can help fix him. Convinced myself that all those times he treated me like crap he didn’t mean it.. his life at home sucked and he was just lashing out.. we broke up around our 1 year of being together.. got back together after a week when things with another girl didn’t work out. He came crawling back after 2 years of being together when meeting a new girl with his new friend didn’t work out because she already knew about his long time gf (which wasnt me). 10 months after that he called it quits again and I didn’t allow him to come crawling back. The day I left, he came looking for me, but I was already in another state drinking him away and staying with someone I knew I could use as a rebound until I got to where I could handle the heart break on my own.. being alone after he left me scared me because I didn’t know what I was gonna do to myself every morning at 3 o’clock when I would replay him breaking up with me all over again. I tried to go back to him after a year after hearing from his family that he had changed and was stuck in a situation that he couldn’t easily get out of and that he desperately missed me.. fell for that bullshit.. but I went back and he said he couldn’t leave her because he was afraid he’d never see his son.. he had gotten the girl he left me for pregnant and regretted leaving me.. I believed his lies and did things with him that I knew I shouldn’t have.. his poor gf was just as innocent as I was in his games but I knew what I was doing. I would have kicked my ass if I were her.. I let her have him though & I moved away..