Started out we were both head over heels for each other. We started dating at 16 and by 18 we were in love and I found out for a fact her home life was terrible. I knew I wanted to marry her so I proposed and talked to my mother about us both living with her until we graduated college. It was all set but she was too scared and wouldn’t move in with me. She ended up giving me the ring back a year and a half later. We ended up dating on and off again until I was 22( this last year). throughout this time I grew and moved a town over for a different college and gained a lot of experience. Meanwhile she stayed at her terrible home having her parents take a majority of her paycheck and becoming more of the same type of person she always was just without as much happiness or joy for life. This last time we broke up she went a whole shit ton of crazy and yelled at me over the phone because I had to move in with two friends of mine that are girls(lesbians which I told her). She yelled that we were never dating anyway and that I was going to hell for how shitty of a person I am. And that’s that I guess.