Him: “Happy birthday to your brother”
Me: “That was yesterday”
We met through a mutual friend. Instantly fell hard for eachother, started dating. I was 17, he was 20. Our relationship started out great, even though we lived an hour away from eachother and neither of us had a driver’s license.
My parents accepted him right away, offering to let him sleep over once a week, because his school was in my city. I couldn’t be happier.
After about half a year, he started changing. Wouldn’t answer my messages, even if we were having a conversation. Stood me up several times. Lied to me. Cheated on me. Chose porn over me. I didn’t find all of this out right away, but after a year of dating.
I found out that when he came home from school, which was almost at 5pm everyday, he would watch porn nonstop. Literally nonstop, from 5pm to 2am in the morning. Only stopping when he went to have dinner. Ignoring me. Ignoring his friends. And I wouldn’t have minded the porn, almost every human being watches it. But it was so much, and so often, and he completely ignored me during it. Even when we were having a conversation, he would just stop answering for fucking 8 hours at a time. It broke me, why wasn’t I enough?
He then started manipulating me, telling me he was addicted, that he couldn’t help himself… And I fell for it. Tried to help him, looking for a therapist to help him, but he refused everything. He lied to me a lot; how he had a girl friend when he was 14 and she jumped in front of a car while he was with her and killed herself. Asked his parents; it wasn’t true. He made everything up to get attention.
Or the time he told me was sick, that he was going to bed early and try to sleep it off. I told him I hoped he would get soon better, even asked him if I should come over and take care of him. “Not needed,” he said. I later found out that he wasn’t actually sick that evening; he just didn’t want to talk to me and went to a club. He went there because a girl asked him to, and he cheated on me with her that night. I didn’t find out until about a week later. He had logged in on his facebook through my phone, but forgot to log out.
I found out everything that day. I asked him, he denied everything. I told him about the facebook, he still denied everything. Luckily I had screenshots of everything, because he deleted everything. I showed him, he started getting mad at me. That I had no respect for his privacy, that I didn’t trust him. Which I did, up until that point.
I called him names. He called me names. I broke up with him. He still tried to contact me. I blocked him everywhere, except for texts and calls because I didn’t know how at the time. He started stalking me. Calling me, texting me, constantly checking my tumblr. It finally died down after a month or two, when he got a new girlfriend.
But being the bitch that I am, I warned his new girlfriend. That he is manipulative and tries to make the other person the bad guy. She told me they were already broken up; he cheated on her with the same girl he cheated on me with. She also told me that he told her that I was doing nothing with my life. I had just finished high school (high school takes 6 years where I live) and was working. He, on the other hand, was 21, barely finished studying and never had a job. She knew right then that something fishy was going on with him.
And now? It’s been 2 years since all of this. It has been quiet around him, I have a new boyfriend whom I love dearly. But he popped up again about 2 weeks ago. Checking my tumblr page everyday (I have statcounter installed). And not once a day, no, multiple times a day. And I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared.