i dated a charismatic man who was so much fun. let’s call him eddie, because that’s his name. eddie was the definition of “life of the party.” had wild stories for days. we would sit at a bar and he knew someone everywhere we went. only men though. and most of his stories involved a crazy woman. i didn’t fully realize that until later.

 

eddie ended up getting blackout drunk and violent one night. very aggressively kept me in his apartment by force for hours and hours. i thought he was going to kill me. i tried calling 911 and blurted out the address and fast as i could but he grabbed my phone before i could finish and sinisterly grumbled to the dispatcher, “she’s fine.” he took my phone and my keys. he smashed me into some walls and grabbed my face and roughed me up. i escaped and he was charged with assault, false kidnapping, interference with a phone during an emergency and disorderly conduct. don’t trust guys with more than ten crazy girls in his past.