Back when I was 17, I had just moved back home from living interstate with some family. I ended up having a major blue with my older sister about my independence, as I was almost 18 and had a 7pm curfew. I was moved to a youth refuge in the city where I stayed for 3 or 4 months, with a few stays in hospital for unexplained staph infections/sepsis. While studying to get my Cert II in hospitality I met my biggest mistake. Lets call him J. At first he was sweet, caring, all he did was compliment me. I enjoyed my time with him and every week I’d spend the 2 overnights I got in a row with him. The refuge ended up kicking me out due to their own error (they were pretty dodgy) so J let me live with him. Things were amazing… for about a week. I soon discovered that he didn’t like to ask permission for sex and didn’t like to use protection. In fact he didn’t like waiting for me to wake up before he had his way. He was abusive but luckily for me we were sharing a house with 2 friends and every time he went to hit me our friend would intervene and stop him. It wasn’t easy and I’d soon had enough. Breaking point came when I found him in the city with another girl hanging off of him. He introduced us and said “she’s coming home with us!”. As soon as we got home, he went off and got high. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be until he called her into our bedroom and shut the door behind them. 10 minutes later they both come out giggling and red-faced, he was smug and she was a little uncomfortable from then on. We had a huge fight after that. I left him and he followed me threatening to stab everyone he saw until I came back to him. when I called his bluff he started sobbing on my shoulder. I told him I’d had enough and I couldn’t handle being treated like dirt. I had some dramas for a few months after that but that’s all subsided now. 3 years on, I’m 20 and have found the love of my life, and there will be no one else but him. J is a distant memory and I should never have gotten involved but if I didn’t I wouldn’t be where I am now.
Okay, so I’ll make this as short as possible….
I actually dated my neighbor when I was a freshman and we had been friends since I was in 7th grade. He was a year ahead of me, anyway we started dating the summer before my freshman, his sophomore year. We were together for about three months. Well when school started he acted like all was good. Until he started telling me he didn’t want us to hang around my friends anymore because they were all hitting on him and crap. That started a bunch of fights with my friends btw, and I became distant. I wasn’t aloud to talk to my friends or anything. As soon as I walked in my door he’d call me to make sure I wasn’t texting any of my friends. But then he’d turn around and tell me that he loves me or give me something. Well later in the month he started telling me I was fat and stuff and I became anorexic. Fast forward a few weeks into my English class with one of my good friends. She said that she was sorry that me and him broke up, and that she’s happy with him. I flipped the eff out and told her we didn’t break up. She dumped him and I stayed with him. (again freshman didn’t know much about anything) well he decides he’s gonna “turn bi” and hit on my gay brother. That didn’t fly too well so I dumped his sorry ass. About a week after we broke up he started threatening me. I refused to show my face around the neighborhood. I was at school one day and he walked up to me and my friend and they were holding hands and he told me that I wouldn’t bother him anymore because he had “found someone better” so yeah.
When I was 21 years old I was in great shape. I ran every day and lifted weights four times a week. Then I met the supposed “love of my life”. I thought she was perfect for me. She was funny smart and enthusiastic, not to mention beautiful. She barely worked out and still stayed in good shape. We got to the point that we started talking about our future together. After a year together she said that she started to feel neglected. She said I was always working out and not spending enough time with her. Well I loved her and I could cut down my regime a little bit so I did. I only lift weights twice a week and jog four times a week. Well that still wasn’t enough I still was working out too much. So slowly I ended up stopping almost all together. She didn’t complain anymore and our relationship was getting stronger again. Then I started to gain weight so I started working out again. She asked me to stop and that she liked me the way I was. Love can make you believe some f*cked up things. Well eventually I started to gain more and more weight even though I ate healthy. Then one day out of nowhere she calls and tells me we have to have a talk. She comes to my house and explains that she can’t be with a man that doesn’t exercise and let himself get fat. I argued that she complained that I spent too much time working out. She said “I wanted you to be fit and not have to work out; I need a lot of attention”. She was a shallow attention hoarding b!tch and I all of a sudden realized I didn’t need her. I looked at her and with no problem said “OK, so get out”. She looked at me and said “that’s it? Just get out?!”. “Yea” I said. She just looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you going to go”? I asked. She said “WOW I can see you don’t give a sh!t about me you fat piece of sh!t”. I looked her dead in the eyes and said “nope, goodbye”. She cried about how I didn’t care about her and I just said well that’s how life is, you dump someone for gaining a little weight and they stop caring about you. She left and I never saw her again. I wasn’t even a little sad about the break up after learning what a selfish b!tch she was.
I’m a nurse so in my profession it’s pretty easy to meet women. Now I have been with a lot of women but in all my experience red heads are the craziest of them all. I have been with three of them and all of them have ended in me getting hurt some how . First one was a one night stand. During sex, she punched me in the nose making it gush blood. She then proceeded to rub the blood onto her body. Needless to say I got the f*ck out. Second, I was dating for two months before she checked my phone and saw me texting a girl named Susan ( my sister). I tried to explain that to her but she wouldn’t hear it. She ran me over with her car “on accident”. So two years with no red heads and my life was fine. Then one day I was at work and my friend tells me ” I assigned you to train the new girl today and your going thank me for it.” As soon as I see my trainee I knew exactly what she was talking about. This girl did not belong in nursing. She should have been modeling for Victoria’s Secret. But it wasn’t just her body she was smart funny sweet and we had a lot in common, although she had naturally bright red hair ( should have been the first red flag). So we start dating and after six months all the crazy that she swept under the rug when we first met slowly started to come out. I’m a very relaxed guy. I don’t yell or scream when I argue I’m always calm and collected. She on the other hand goes crazy and says anything just to win the argument. Then she would apologize and say she didn’t mean it..she would get mad when I wanted to go see my nephew. If I made plans with anyone but her I had to hear about it for a week . I would forgive her cause I loved her and we would move on. Fast forward 9 months. I started working out and put on like 20 pounds of muscle. This made her insanely jealous cause she thought I was trying to get other women to notice me. That was not true because I was in love with her and I am a very loyal person when I comes to relationships. Well now I can’t even talk to a woman without getting accused of f*ckng her. She started showing up at my house unannounced just to make sure I wasn’t cheating. Even when I was visiting my mom she blew up my phone questioning everything I was doing. The nursing field is like 80% women so you can imagine how crazy that made her. She demanded that I find a new career if I really loved her. Well there was no way I was doing that and she freaked saying she couldn’t trust me with all those women around. After she said that it pretty much killed it for me. I gave her too many chances and she promised to change and trust me more but it never happened so I called and said we needed to talk. I went over her house and told her what she was doing was unacceptable and that I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me. She promised she would change and I told her she has said that before and that still hasn’t happened. She started to cry. I held her till she calmed down. She then said ” so your really serious aren’t you”? I said ” yes”. She looked at me I stood up to leave and she said hold on a second. She went to the kitchen. When she came back out I didn’t see the knife and in one quick motion she cut me from my left hip to just above my collar bone. I immediately went to grab a towel to stop the bleeding. She acted as if what she did was a normal reaction. She said ” your lucky I didn’t cut your heart out like you did mine and if you tell the cops I’ll just say you tried to rape me and I was defending myself”. What the f*ck! I just yelled ” you crazy b!tch” and ran to my truck and drove to the ER. It took 87 stitches to close the cut. I made up a story that I fell while cutting vegetables. She calls me and says sorry and she’ll never do it again and she was just tired and it was my fault for breaking up with her on a Monday. WHAT? F*ck you. For three months she begged me to get back with her saying she was miserable without me and she has changed. I basically told her to f*ck off. After that she started sending me naked pictures saying that her new boyfriend took them right before they had sex. How he treated her so much better than I did. I just said ” so leave me the hell alone then”. The next day my truck windshield was smashed and a note that said now I’ll leave you alone. I didn’t file any charges hoping that she would just leave me alone, and she has. So since her I have taken a vow to never date another red head as long as I live.
I was dating a person, his name is Alex. We were dating for 2 years. First year was great he adored me and gave me wonderful things, but things were getting rough he started calling me fat and a whore. We fought for hours on end, I would try to make him stop but he would want to do for longer. I assumed he like fighting. The following year he started to hit me. He would punch me in the stomach and he gave me black eyes. I couldn’t meet my mother because she would only nag me. I stayed at home but Alex was there wanting to fight. I told him to get out but he refused, then we got into an argument which leaded him to hitting me again. He ended up breaking a few of my ribs and breaking my arm. When I went to the hospital he left my home and never came back. I was very happy.
When I graduated high school, I went to the community college in the next town over for two years, because my high school grades hadn’t been awesome. I met this guy there, Mike, and we fell head over heels for each other. We spent all our time together, and after a year we moved in together. He just wanted a 2 year degree, so the community college was perfect for him, but my goal, even before we met, had been to go to this school for two years, and then transfer to another school downstate, five hours away. When we finished our two year degrees, I still did just that.
We vowed to stay together, to Skype, text, etc. through it all. And we did really well for a couple of months. He didn’t come with me because he had a job back in our hometown, and so because of that he couldn’t get time off work for those few months to come see me. I was so lonely. When one of the frat guys started talking to me, I welcomed the attention, though I told him I had a boyfriend, and made sure that it didn’t go any further than flirty texts. No harm in boosting my confidence, right?
One night I was drinking at the frat with some of my girlfriends, and it was at the end of a very lonely week, because Mike had started to be weird and distant and he had bailed on coming to see me this weekend because of some work project. We hadn’t seen each other in three months, and I had been getting so excited about it, so I was really disappointed. The frat guy, Anthony, started getting really flirty. He kept touching me, and we ended up having sex in his room. But people kept walking into his room and watching us, so we left and went to my room. We fell into my room and started going at it on the floor, when suddenly the lights turned on. There was Mike, sitting on my bed, watching. Anthony was so into it and so drunk that he didn’t even notice Mike, and so he kept going. Mike and I just stared at each other for a few seconds, and then I got up and ran to him and started crying about how sorry I was, but he just got up and left. He texted me later, saying that he had told me he wasn’t coming so he could surprise me, and that he hadn’t expected to see me like that. After that, he hasn’t responded to anything I’ve said in weeks, so I think we’re done. I’m so heartbroken, it was one mistake because I was lonely, and everyone knows me as the skank on campus too, because of everyone who walked in on me and Anthony at the frat house. My life is ruined.