His mother told me that I was too good for him.
His mother said she wouldn't give her blessing if he proposed (he had been married a few times before)
I fought out he was cutting himself
Wow! Did he ever get professional help? That's kinda sad.
Wow, he sounds like my ex. Why does it seem like so many men only think about themselves?with my ex...it was when I was in a car accident, he worked night shift and was getting ready to go to work. Instead of him taking me to the hospital, my best friend took me and he went to work like normal. He didnt even care that I was in an accident. Meanwhile I needed to make some phone calls and we didnt have a house phone and I had lost my phone charger so mine was dead.
This fool would not let me borrow his phone for the night while he was at work. He told me to to go the mall and get a charger (I guess on the way to the hospital ). How much more inconsiderate can you be? And as u may have guessed it, he was just too afraid I was going to go thru his phone and find some numbers. When he came home from work the next morning I told him it was over.
I had been with him on and off for years and that was when enough was enough and I didnt want to waste anymore of my time settling for less. Im happy that I had the guts to start over because Im getting married to the most wonderful person I could ever ask for.
Wow, what kind of closure?He did when he was younger [15yrs old] and they sent him to another mental institute a year ago [20yrs] when he was drink in public and he was about to jump off a cliff [what the police says, he denies it]. They tackle him down and saw he had slits on his wrist and..........51-50, took him to a mental hospital instead of jail. I think that boy just really needs closure, seriously.
The last straw in my last relationship was when my ex, WCG, was supposed to be the best man at his friend's wedding. The groom picked him up from the airport, and they stayed in a hotel. I was debating on whether I would go to the wedding or not. I would definitely pick WCG up after the wedding if nothing else, since I hadn't seen him in a month and wouldn't see him again until Christmas.
Anyway, I had an option to work on Saturday, which would have landed me major points on the job. I opted to go and support him at the wedding. I got my car washed, oil changed, and drove to my dad's house, which was 2 hours away from where I lived but just an hour away from where the wedding would be held in Augusta. Ironically, we were all supposed be getting engaged on the same day, but he stopped ring shopping when I didn't take him to Chick-fil-A one time.
I decided that I'd wash my hair in the morning, since it was freezing that night. WCG called me telling me to be in Augusta by 11:00 so that he could put his clothes in my car. I said that I couldn't, and then he said at least 12:00. I said it would take a while to do my hair, and the wedding only started at 2:00. We went back and forth.
I asked him why he couldn't put his clothes in someone else's car until I got there around 2:00. He said that I didn't even have to come to the wedding. He'd give me to some money to go watch 2 movies (in a city I know nothing about). I just needed to be there before 12:00. He said that my only purpose for being at the wedding was to serve him. So, at that point I was like, "Okay, you little spoiled brat, tell yo' mama to go to Augusta at 11:00 just so you can put your clothes in her car, 'cause I am not.the.one! He finally said, if you couldn't be there by 11:30, then don't ever talk to him again. At that, I felt a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders. I was so glad to be rid of him.
But wait, that's not all! Guess where he was come Christmastime. Sleeping on my dad's couch begging me to go back with him, crying and going, putting his 86-year-old grandmother on the phone asking why we broke up and telling me that that the family loved me. Too late, buddy. You acted a fool way too many times for me!
With my ex, i walked in on him in OUR bed bukked nakkid with an ugly arse TROLLOP!! He was out of that house the same night!!!!
Wow, what kind of closure?
He's 27, but sometimes I think he's 12.
The last straw in my last relationship was when my ex, WCG, was supposed to be the best man at his friend's wedding. The groom picked him up from the airport, and they stayed in a hotel. I was debating on whether I would go to the wedding or not. I would definitely pick WCG up after the wedding if nothing else, since I hadn't seen him in a month and wouldn't see him again until Christmas.
Anyway, I had an option to work on Saturday, which would have landed me major points on the job. I opted to go and support him at the wedding. I got my car washed, oil changed, and drove to my dad's house, which was 2 hours away from where I lived but just an hour away from where the wedding would be held in Augusta. Ironically, we were all supposed be getting engaged on the same day, but he stopped ring shopping when I didn't take him to Chick-fil-A one time.
I decided that I'd wash my hair in the morning, since it was freezing that night. WCG called me telling me to be in Augusta by 11:00 so that he could put his clothes in my car. I said that I couldn't, and then he said at least 12:00. I said it would take a while to do my hair, and the wedding only started at 2:00. We went back and forth.
I asked him why he couldn't put his clothes in someone else's car until I got there around 2:00. He said that I didn't even have to come to the wedding. He'd give me to some money to go watch 2 movies (in a city I know nothing about). I just needed to be there before 12:00. He said that my only purpose for being at the wedding was to serve him. So, at that point I was like, "Okay, you little spoiled brat, tell yo' mama to go to Augusta at 11:00 just so you can put your clothes in her car, 'cause I am not.the.one! He finally said, if I couldn't be there by 11:30, then don't ever talk to him again. At that, I felt a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders. I was so glad to be rid of him.
But wait, that's not all! Guess where he was come Christmastime. Sleeping on my dad's couch begging me to go back with him, crying and going, putting his 86-year-old grandmother on the phone asking why we broke up and telling me that that the family loved me. Too late, buddy. You acted a fool way too many times for me!
This was better than I thought it would be. Yall got stories worse than a Tyler Perry movie. I don't feel so bad.
Last straw for me after months of consideration:
-When he just up and decided to go to Atlanta w/ his boys in the next 36hrs and even call out of work one day so he could do so. This was after months of complaining that we NEVER went anywhere did anything different or special. Yet he could once again accommodate his boys and selfishness. I then realized he wasn't gonna compromise or ever take me in consideration EVER.