Please bare with me, English isn't my first language.
When I was a young, naïve 19yr old, I dated this alcoholic guy who would abuse me verbally, and after five months he hit me in the face with his elbow.
I didn't have anybody else. I really liked him and didn't know shit about self respect. Even though my dad warned me about him, he respected the fact it was my life and I was gonna learn from my own mistakes.
Well, we kept dating. Three months after that incident, I learned from his roommates that he cheated on me. I kept dating him. Then WE MOVED IN TOGETHER!!1!1!1 cause my dad was moving out of town, and I didn't wanna move out again after only 3 years of being in that city. We last one month together because we got into a pretty rough physical fight where pretty much I tried to hit him, but then he would hit me by defending himself. So I moved out.
Months later I got my own place and saw him in a NYE party. I wasn't in a great place mentally, so I was drinking a lot. I told him I missed him and well had sex. Next day he's at my apartment and he thinks we're back together after all these things I said to him the night before (I didn't remembered) I played it cool since it was winter time and I was now in charge of the situation where I didn't tell anyone I was seeing him.
Months later, I was turning 21 and I decided I wanted to be single, plus it was summertime. Heartbroken and all, he knew it was gonna happen. One night I see him at a bar where he was and starts yelling about how I should leave, making a big scene. I didn't hold back and said some mean things I knew would hurt him. That night I didn't sleep at my place.
Next morning I see my bed covered in glass and a hole in my window. Okay. Fine maybe I deserve it for using him for sex. Whatever. This is what I get for keep going back to him.
Months later he hit me up saying he misses me and how much it would mean to him that I let him be my friend. I was living the adult single life, letting myself be loved. I accepted, though with the condition of just being friends and maybe sex if I felt like it. When I asked him about the window, he just laughed.
You know I never took revenge with my own hands for everything he said and did to me before I was 21. My mom always told me that with time things would fall into place on their own. One day I see him on the street and he could barely walk. Not even a block from my apartment he got jumped. They stole all of his belongings and beat the crap out him. His face was all red and swollen. I remember walking with a friend so couldn't talk much, but I remember hugging him and the last thing I said to him was something like "I'm sorry this happened to you, but you know how I feel about this"
And then he never contacted me again. He went around spreading rumors though, just like he did about his ex when I met him. But it was implied. The guy had no remedy and it was a huge motivation to actually move out and explore the world haha.