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:sigh: Where do I begin? Okay, so I've been involved with my on again off again boyfriend for almost 6 years. I was 15 when we started dating and fell violently in love. He was my first, and I have treasured many wonderful moments with him, some of the best in my 20 years of life. But...an oh what a BUT this is...
Problem 1: He's 'cheated' on me MANY times in the beginning of our relationship. I put this in quotations because it wasn't physically cheating in the sexual sense. We were both virgins and gave ourselves to one another (sure of this). But he did have other 'girlfriends' and has done his fair share of f*ed up stuff.
Problem 2: He's extremely insecure. He's been this way ever since I've known him, but it worsened in 2007. In August of '06, I went away to school. We were making the long distance relationship work (mind you I'm only 2 hrs. away) initially; it was very difficult, but for the most part, we managed. Until that dreadful day in February...Because of his insecurities, I wasn't 'allowed' to go to parties. So when my girlfriends would go out, they'd invite me and I'd pretend I was sleeping. VERY deceitful, I know, but it really bit me in the behind when he made a Facebook page and saw ALL the pictures I was tagged at parties. He was devastated, and ever since that day he's called me out my name, and constantly disrespects me. His mother dislikes me (he is such a Mama's boy), and his level of respect for me and virtually all women has went down the toilet. He brings the parties up to this day. He calls me ALL kinds of names, every slut, whore, and tramp in the book, all because I went to parties and because I'm in college, I MUST'VE been sleeping around. SMH. This can't be farther from the truth.
I have bent over backwards, sideways, and upside down for this man. He has put me through hell, and I still can't shake him. In reading this, I can already predict what many of you are thinking. PLEASE do not judge me. The ironic thing is that when it comes to nearly everyone else, I take NO SH*T. ZERO. But with him, he's my kryptonite. I sit there and take the verbal abuse, just because I love and want to be with him. I'm so lost and I am not sure what to do. I have stopped talking to him for months at a time, but either he comes back to me, or I him. Please help. Any words of advice will do.
-Courtney
P.S. Sorry my pic is so big, I gotta learn how to resize, smh.
Problem 1: He's 'cheated' on me MANY times in the beginning of our relationship. I put this in quotations because it wasn't physically cheating in the sexual sense. We were both virgins and gave ourselves to one another (sure of this). But he did have other 'girlfriends' and has done his fair share of f*ed up stuff.
Problem 2: He's extremely insecure. He's been this way ever since I've known him, but it worsened in 2007. In August of '06, I went away to school. We were making the long distance relationship work (mind you I'm only 2 hrs. away) initially; it was very difficult, but for the most part, we managed. Until that dreadful day in February...Because of his insecurities, I wasn't 'allowed' to go to parties. So when my girlfriends would go out, they'd invite me and I'd pretend I was sleeping. VERY deceitful, I know, but it really bit me in the behind when he made a Facebook page and saw ALL the pictures I was tagged at parties. He was devastated, and ever since that day he's called me out my name, and constantly disrespects me. His mother dislikes me (he is such a Mama's boy), and his level of respect for me and virtually all women has went down the toilet. He brings the parties up to this day. He calls me ALL kinds of names, every slut, whore, and tramp in the book, all because I went to parties and because I'm in college, I MUST'VE been sleeping around. SMH. This can't be farther from the truth.
I have bent over backwards, sideways, and upside down for this man. He has put me through hell, and I still can't shake him. In reading this, I can already predict what many of you are thinking. PLEASE do not judge me. The ironic thing is that when it comes to nearly everyone else, I take NO SH*T. ZERO. But with him, he's my kryptonite. I sit there and take the verbal abuse, just because I love and want to be with him. I'm so lost and I am not sure what to do. I have stopped talking to him for months at a time, but either he comes back to me, or I him. Please help. Any words of advice will do.
-Courtney
P.S. Sorry my pic is so big, I gotta learn how to resize, smh.