He was addicted to drugs, he used my money. Most of the time, all of it. He would charge up my account with his games, he used my car and used my money to pay for gas. He was mean, like so mean I was scared of him. He was even more mean when he ran out of drugs. He'd withdrawal and stop and I'd get my hopes up thinking he would stay clean and then he'd crush pills up infront of me and snort them. I loved him, I saw the good in him because there was good in him but he was an adult that would be homeless if it wasn't for his uncle. I felt stuck with him, never moving forward. He was spending my money, using my car, making me pay for all the stuff it needed. He screamed at me when I asked him to help pay for it. He never saw himself in the wrong, I was always the one that was wrong. He screamed at me when I needed a ride to work and I work at noon everyday. I was just tired of the same bullshit over and over. I dumped him and its such a relief I'm so surprised by myself. I haven't even shed a tear and I don't understand why because I truly love him and care about him and just spent 2 years of my life with him. I felt like I hurt him and that's all I care about, I don't want to hurt him, I just wanted to get away, move forward.. Save my money, get my own place. I am excited for what my future holds.