Once. It was the biggest mistake ever and an epic waste of time and effort.

Why did I take him back? Because he was persistent and he promised he'd change. He just kept trying to get me back, even showing up in front of my house with someone ELSE'S car so I wouldn't know it was him outside (Red light anyone? Ugh, I was so young and dumb.)

He pretty much just wore me down until I said "Fine!" knowing full well it wouldn't work.

He was just as paranoid, possessive, obsessive and selfish ever...he just disguised it for a little while.

Our original break up was because he kept accusing me of cheating. I've never cheated in my life, that would take up far more effort and I'd probably die due to my hyper active guilt complex. He'd scream at me so loud I swear his neighbours could hear, once it was bad enough that I thought he was going to hit me.

PS. Back then I worked 36 hrs a week, took 3-4 university courses and all I managed to do in my free time was play video games at night. He played the same game and knew the people I played with (none of which liked him, I should have listened). My ONE free night a week I spent at his home, I'd get there before he got home from work, I'd do his dishes and fold his laundry then sit at my laptop til he got home. When the hell did he think I had time for cheating?

Our final break up was because of the same sort of thing, his accusations and my telling him he's wrong. He told me that I deserved being yelled at etc etc and basically that that is how a man should treat a woman (basically going against all his apologies from the first break up and proving to me he'd learned nothing). I laughed and told him to come pick up his keys, which I'd already taken off of my key chain earlier in the conversation. He ended up showing up basically in tears and trying to convince me not to end it again. I was smarter that time.

Lesson learned.

Don't let crazy stick it's D in you folks.