Anonymous wrote:Me: extremely liberal, feminist, athiest, pacificst, questioning of cops and authority (although generally a normal law-abiding citizen )
Him: not engaged in politics but generally more conservative, cop-in-training, unquestioning Christian, addicted to video games, probably depressed but unwilling to seek help

I'm with someone SO much more suited for me now. That was the worst year of my life. I really don't know why I thought I could work through all those differences.

Anonymous wrote:I met him at the laundromat where he used to clean it every evening. (Red flag!!) That along w/receiving Food Stamps were his only income. He was basically homeless since he slept in the laundromat office at night unbeknownst to his boss.

He didn't have a ride so of course I was the one who did ALL of the driving!

He had a rap sheet, but told me his prison terms were all drug-related but that he had been clear for a few years since.

He was sad & depressed a lot of the time and my heart broke for him and all his problems. Eventually I started letting him sleep over at my house as well as shower there + eat my food. I truly thought I could save him....Give him that step-up that others would not.

Then I learned that I was just a sucker. He had actually been locked up for attempted murder and aggravated robbery. A friend of a friend worked at the criminal courthouse in our city & checked his record. And to think I felt sorry for him sleeping every night on a cold hard laundromat office floor!!!!

I had also given him plenty of ca$h for food because I really cared for him.

Eventually he became both mentally as well as physically abusive. He tried to choke me to death 2x on my bed.

He also was cheating on me & using drugs when not around me.

He wasn't even attractive at all even though he believed he was. He looked at least a decade over his true age, at thirty he was already 100% bald and had really bad wrinkles around his eyes plus his teeth were all jacked up due to meth use.
He broke stuff around my house, messed up my car and broke a new iPhone by throwing it out the car during a heated argument! He even literally tore my clothes off my body when he couldn't control his anger.
The police were involved a few times and learned our names pretty fast.

Why in the world did I endure all of this for so long.....??!
I had not had a boyfriend in ages and I felt better about myself having one.

Stupid logic I know.
But being desperate can cause one to do extreme things in life.

After he choked me on my bed twice, I finally let him go.
Not easy since he got more angry and thus would not leave after I told him too. So the police were summoned and he was gone!

Getting the oxygen sucked out of you really puts things in clear perspective.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was a freshman in college, I started dating a guy who was cheating with another girl. When I questioned him about it, rather indignantly, he hit me in the head with a metal lab stand (we were in the chemistry lab) and then forced me to have sex on the concrete floor. He told me I had it coming because I was being a bitch. I dated him for another 18 months. He hit me a few times after that, but that was the only time that he hit me with a weapon.

About a year after we broke up, he and another one of his fraternity brothers raped me over Thanksgiving break. I was passed out drunk after a party, (but in my own bed!) and they broke into my apartment.

I hope you reported these rapes and assault to the police. I also hope that you are getting a ton of therapy, because there is something messed up if you are willing to take abuse.

Let's avoid victim blaming and shaming, ok?

Who is blaming and shaming? It is called giving helpful advice to the victim. She needs therapy. I hope she got therapy after this incident, don't you?

Anonymous wrote:Got separated - had been planning to leave for a few years. Slightly crazy hot girl at work knows this, and pretty much pounces right off the bat...she left her husband like two weeks after I'd separated. We started a thing...she completely blinded me to her nuttiness with the best sex I'd ever had.

Took like 3 years of roller-coaster emotional abuse to snap out of the fog...after a while, no amount of amazing sex (any and every fantasy indulged) could make up for the emotional roller coaster. What finally snapped me out was remembering how much easier my not-good-enough-to-stay marriage was. What was I thinking indeed!