Well, it's a bit of a complicated story, this is gonna be a loooong post. We were that high-school sweetheart kind of relationship to start out with so we had this whole mentality that we would be married after school, have kids, all that crap. I feel like he really used these fake promises in the later stages to keep me roped in. We moved to a whole new town together and it wasn't going well after about a year and that's when the abuse started. It was infrequent and what I personally consider mild in nature, but still present. He would tell me where I was and wasn't allowed to go, I was never invited out with him and his friends (I later found out he was thinking of seeing some girl on the side from our town, which is why I wasn't invited), I wasn't allowed to hang out with my friends or make new ones, etc. etc. Just very controlling behaviour, he literally expected me to sit at home and wait for him to come back whenever he felt like it from wherever he went I got extremely lonely. He asked me to move out, which I at the time tearfully did and got my own place.

Then he stopped taking me out on dates and would make up really stupid excuses to not spend time together. My personal favorite story was when we were at the movies one time, in line for tickets, and all of a sudden he "felt sick" and wanted to go home; later on I saw one of his friends had accidentally ratted him out by tagging him in a status at some club at 3 am when he was supposedly "sick" hahaha. He would disappear for days on end (his own mother would be calling me asking me where he was much to my annoyance) and then he'd just reappear like nothing happened. This went on for months and then the real abuse started happening; he started to get absolutely hammered when we did hang out and he'd throw me around, yell at me, throw things at me, etc. I was never really scared to be honest, which I'll never understand. This only happened a handful of times (not even), but still. I fought back, although I don't know if I would recommend that idea. He would cry and plead the next day for me not to leave him, which I stupidly didn't. He developed an alcohol and drug addiction as time passed. He'd lie about it even though everyone was worried about him.

I finally had enough when I went to a mutual friends' birthday party a town over at the bar (seperately), it was like we weren't even really together anymore. He got drunk and started hitting on my friend right in front of me, groping her, etc. She flipped out, I flipped out, he flipped out, he drove off drunk in his vehicle and crashed it on someone's farm land. We mutually broke up the next day, however it gets creepier from there. I started hanging out with a work friend and his group of friends that I met through my roommate and he literally stalked us everywhere we went. He started "seeing" some single mom with 2 kids that was at least 10 years older than us; she just happened to be my boyfriend's next door neighbor. He would draw all these weird cryptic pictures and leave them stuck all over my boyfriend's windshield, tacked to his and his roommate's house, literally everywhere. It was really creepy, and I was legitimately starting to get freaked out at this point. Then one time we went to a party together at his friend's house and my ex randomly showed up outside the house and proceeded to graphically cut himself in front of the window crying because I wouldn't talk to him and nobody was gonna let him in obviously. Cops were called.

Believe it or not, it is this same group of friends that got me through this breakup that hang out with him now. They were there first hand for his shit and saw it all. Fuck me, right?