I was 19 or 20. We would see each other 1-2x a week at school most of the time. I had to study for an upcoming exam and told him I can't really see him on our usual day. He was upset because me missed me. So I said alright, come, but I need to study at least for a couple hours.

So we hang out, I'm obviously quiet, he gets upset and wants attention. I get irritated because of the stress of the class and his annoyingness. We were on a bench so he takes my notes and puts them behind him, wants to cuddle or whatever. I huff and get up to walk away so that I can sit on the floor and study. He yells and gets physical at this point. I'm shocked, but his face changed and he looks like he truly regrets what he just did.

I let it go and forgave him since he hadn't done anything physical before and I could understand why he was emotional. Things got worse, but the physical shit would only happen again years later. It took another occasion with a mall cop confronting us and asking if I wanted to leave (the car I was in with him) for me to realise this shit was not right or normal.

It's a tricky situation. I still don't really understand it/him/myself, but I've moved on.