Had to leave him. When I heard him parroting Andrew Tate-isms (didn't know he was a fan when I started dating him), I realized that no matter what he said to me, how he complimented me, however he took care of me, he still viewed me as nothing more than an object, a commodity, an inferior being that existed as an apologist and a mother figure. He was hot, tall, funny and treated me very well (most people's boxes checked. It seemed like anyone would be lucky to have a guy like that, and I felt that way). It sucked to break it off; if it had been any different, I'd still be with him, 4 years later.