The back story:
So I've been living with an on again, off again boyfriend for a while now. He first appeared in July of 2013, where he "crashed" at my place for 3 weeks, then promptly took off because it was feeling too much like a "relationship" (and then immediately started to date some psycho.) He kept coming back periodically to complain about he controlling and crazy she was, and eventually they broke up, and he said he wanted to give us a chance. So in September, we started dating. We dated until January, when I caught him on PoF, and called him out on it, and he told me he basically wanted to sleep around, and he dumped me. So, he went about his hound-dogging ways, but somehow we managed to stay friends (yeah, don't ask me why, we just really did seem to jive.) around June, he lost his apartment, and I said he could crash here, until he could find a new place. Cue him losing his job. So, all of the sudden a temporary stay became permanent. And it kind of works, I'm not seeing anyone, so it's kind of like having someone again, even if he does go see the odd girl on the side. Eventually in December, a couple of situations arise, and a fight occurs, and he promises to stay true to me, and not see anyone else. So now we're dating again.
Current story:
But, I think he begrudges me hindering his wild ways. He becomes mean. Emotionally abusive. Starts always talking about how awesome his other girls had been, calling me down, taking every opportunity to call me out on my inadequacies. Telling me details about his sex life with his past girls. It's relentless. To a point where I'm starting to get neurotic.
So today, I had the last straw. I had been about to take a bath, and was opening my bath robe just a little, and he made a face, and I was like "what the fuck was that for? There is nothing wrong with me, there is nothing wrong with my breasts." And he said, "there's nothing right with them either."......and that was that. I was finished. So I told him he should probably find somewhere else to stay. A lot of words were exchanged, but the summary of our conversation was basically that he would rather be homeless than even try to be nice to me. Apparently emotionally abusing me is just a thing for him, and he is not going to stop. And when I pointed out all the things I've done for him, supported his ass for over a year rent free, paid for groceries, helped him with his depression, helped him figure out meds with his doctor, helped him with his resume, tried to help him find work, given him little gifts to show I care, backrubs, etc. (he is fucking spoiled), and did none of that even matter to him, his response was "I'm a narcissistic ass." I told him I hope all the pieces fall apart without me there to hold them together for him.
What sucks though? Is there will probably be no karmic retribution. He will probably just go shack up with one of his big-titted bimbos that he was f***ing before, he won't miss me or the things I did for him, won't feel guilty. Since he is just a soulless piece of shit.
UGH.
Sorry for the long ass post, but I really needed to get all that in the open, and off my chest. Le sigh.
