Just thought I’d share 🤷🏼‍♀️

I had been with him for almost 2 years, I thought he was the love of my life. He was my first serious relationship so I assumed all of our issues were “normal”... but I would never talk to anybody else about them. He would tell me he doesn’t want me wearing leggings, I would put on a pear of jeans that I thought made me look good and he would shame me for wearing them. Saying that they “go right up your ass” and asking if I really wanted other guys or other people in general to see that. He would get mad if I showed ANY clevage or wore tight shirts because apprentally they made my boobs look bigger. Whenever we would fight, which was a lot, the fight wouldn’t even be about the problem, it would be about the fact that he won’t talk about shit... because he NEVER would. He could not communicate. If I ever did half the shit he did he would have left me, and every time we would fight he said he was leaving but of course never did. I was so uncomfortable with the strippersv

Jn and begged him not to go but of course he still went and then acted like he did nothing wrong, like he didn’t hurt me. If he ever hurt me, it was my fault for having the feelings, not his fault for doing whatever he did. When I would cry, which was way to much when I was with him, he would get mad instead of comforting me. My mom had posted pics of her bum on insta and he had screenshotted them... along with MANY other girls... which pictures were kept right next to the ones I had sent him. The fact that he had to look at other women to get off broke me, I have been so uncomfortable with myself and my body ever since. As long as I was with him the feeling never got better. The thing was, between all the shit and hurt he caused me, he would take me out for a nice night, but me nice things or do little things that showed he cared. So for almost 2 years I believed that’s just what love is, that’s just what any relationship is like. Telling myself that we all have problems and Im happier with him than I would be alone. Well I was wrong... April 2nd I packed all my stuff, called my dad and moved out. I thought I’d be sad, I thought I’d miss him. But the truth is, I’m so much happier, sure it’s hard losing somebody that you’ve always talked to for 2 years but I am better than I ever was with him. I am building my confidence up, able to go out with my friends and have fun , and my life is just better. So if any of you aren’t happy in your relationship, take that step and go. You will be so much happier and you can start living your life again!

This is me now, happy and building confidence while he’s still missing me because I was so good to him even when he didn’t deserve it.