It was before junior year of college. I was living alone as my roommate went home for the summer break. I was a little bored and took my first stab at online dating. Started talking to a cool dude who was into good music and a little nerdy - much like myself. After a few weeks of chatting, we decided to meet for coffee.
Went and didn't have that bad of a time. Our first date lasted an entire weekend as after getting coffee and dinner I invited him back to my place. We had an instant connection and didn't want the date to end. So we went on a lot of walks, talked a lot, watched some movies and had a ton of sex.
After a few weeks I was back in school and I'd see him on weekends (he lived in a suburb about 20 miles away and I didn't have a car) so he'd come to visit on weekends. Eventually he started dating some other girl, too and though I didn't think I wanted to be in a relationship with him something in me made me decide that I should probably boyfriend him before this other chick (who I went to school with and was in my class - awkward tension.)
I'd go out to his place every weekend. Which wasn't bad at first until I wanted to stay in the city every now and then and he'd get a little weird about it. Wondering why I wanted to spend time with other people. Eventually he made me quit smoking, take out my lip rings and tried turning me into an introvert and spend all my time with him - which I am not. Sadly this didn't happen until after I moved in with him. All of a sudden he totally changed and became a stage 5 clinger. He got so emotionally abusive.
He'd say I was cheating on him if I ever went anywhere, and we'd get in all these pointless fights about stupid shit. It just kept building and building and it became too much to bear. I realized it was an unhealthy relationship at this point. Sadly, I had nowhere else to go to live and my name was on the lease with him. I couldn't break up with him so in my mind I gave up on the relationship because I couldn't stand it anymore.
This was about two months into living together.
I went back to smoking (but brought Febreeze and breath mints to school to mask the smell for when I got home). All this stupid shit. I finally broke up with him the day of my senior thesis show (still about a month left of school - and 3 months left on our lease.) That was the worst. He'd cry and make a big deal out of me leaving to go out with my college friends. Granted - it was my senior year and who knows if or when I'd see most of these people again. Plus we were no longer together. It got ungodly annoying. So i started staying with an old FWB who lived near us and then would go back to my apartment after the ex had gone to work to change and shower and all that.
As soon as school was over I went took a bus to visit some old friends. Ended up staying with them for a few weeks. Called my mom. Told her I needed to get my shit out of the apartment and move back home until I found a job.
Worst relationship ever.