Well I'm officially single

So I just broke up with my boyfriend this morning. I guess you can say our relationship entered toxic territory. So, we were together a year, 1 month and 26 days. We rushed into moving in together. We met at work and worked together for 1 year before our relationship started. It was the typical honeymoon phase. We were happy and enjoying time together. Things got a little shaky towards the end of April last year when he decided that he was going to walk out on the job. He didn't talk to me for 3 days. Even changed his number. Then he reached out to me and we talked. It was around the time my roommates told me they were moving so I had to start looking for a place.

After we reconnected he asked me to move in. So I did, shortly after that, all the toxicity really started to rear it's ugly head. He started a fight with me over my work hours being cut. He is extremely sexist about a lot of things like a man should be able to do whatever he wants and his girlfriend or wife has no reason to bitch at him. He actually tried to blame me for the reason he quit the job we worked together. He walked out and it wasn't my fault. I tried to call him and get him to come back. He smokes K2 and he's an alcoholic. I gave him many chances to get clean. He can't stay clean more than a couple days to a week. Supported his efforts when he was trying and let him know I was proud of him.

One night he got so drunk that he flew into a rage. I'm plus sized and I really struggle with my weight. He kept making comments about my body and I told him I was going to be in the downstairs bedroom for the night because he hurt my feelings and I needed space. He came downstairs and started screaming at me for stupid shit. Called me an"stupid fucking bitch" and a "fat bitch". Told me to leave so I'm packing up and trying to bring everything downstairs and he kept blocking my way but asking why I wasn't leaving. He legitimately called the cops on me. The cops came and he almost got himself arrested. They told him I had every right to be there and that I had established residency so he would have to go to court to have me evicted. He was disobeying the cop when told to sit down. They told me that they thought it would be safe for me to leave for the night. I didn't have anywhere to go. None of my friends were awake. I ended up getting a hotel room because I hadn't slept in 24 hours.

Once he sobered up he called me asking to talk so he came to the hotel and he asked me to come home but I paid $100 for the room so I told him I was spending the night at the hotel. I came home the next day and we tried to work on things. But every time we fought, he would call me nasty names. His drug addiction was getting worse and worse, smoking K2 everyday. Almost overdosed one day. I was at work at the time and came home to find the fries in the oven almost on fire because he nodded out from his high with food in the oven. He had a couple seizures. Through all this I stayed. I tried to make it work, then last night, he didn't come home at all then tried to climb in bed with me at 7 am.