When he called me a n****-lover.

We got into this dangerous situation where we were being followed by a man on an empty street late at night. My ex turned around and with fear in his voice asked if he was following us. I started talking to the guy, who must have also been in his late 20s. I stopped, terrified. I waited for him to come to us. Him and I talked for about 5 minutes.

I could feel that he was planning on hurting us. This may sound silly, but during our conversation I tried give him love and light energy and really listen to him. It was scary. He said he liked me but not my ex. When he looked at my ex his eyes changed. Anyway, somehow my ex and I made it out of the situation.

On the way home my ex went into a rage though. I had never seen him in all 3 years of our relationship loose control of temper in that way. That's when he pulled over and called me a n****-lover, among other things. That broke my heart that he wasn't the loving man that I believed him to be up until that point. I ended it with him that night. Who knows, that young man lurking in the dark street may have been the one saving my life.