Moved out at 17 to get away from abuse and into my boyfriend's (at the time, now ex/I'm happily married to an amazing guy) house with his parents since they invited me after seeing first hand what was happening. We went on vacation together and he was a shithead the whole time, throwing toddlerlike tantrums over not getting presents that were expensive or not getting the food he wanted. I got drunk with his mom and ended up having a heart to heart with him about how he had been treating me (he was bordering on emotionally abusive, very angry guy in general) and he promised things would change. Saw him on his laptop at 4 am when I went to pee on a messenger app.
Went home the next day and curiosity got the best of me so I looked through and found he'd been talking to someone on google hangouts and wasn't physically cheating so much as sending photos and shit back and forth. His response to my text when I found out was, "well, now you know". When he got back he walked in like nothing had just happened and tried getting pissy about me using his computer (he had always been cool with it before). We had a massive fight in which he threatened me and told me that there were way more girls and guys than her and that he'd lost count and had a problem. Stupid me stayed, he ended up getting worse and worse. I moved into a dorm and visited on the weekends (mainly to see his mom and dog at this point) and missed a lot of campus functions to see him, but it wasn't good enough and we fought more and more. He didn't even want me to walk to the cafeteria because he was so afraid I'd cheat on him. I met a guy there and he became my best friend, we hung out constantly and I fell for him, but never said anything. Things escalated one night and he hit me then kept fidgeting with a pocket knife when I said I was leaving. I packed my shit into garbage bags and turned around to find him sobbing in the doorway with the same knife and freaked out. He hugged me and said I couldn't go, I said I was and that best friend guy was on his way to pick me up to take me to the dorm. He said I had to call him the next day to talk it out when things had blown over. I agreed to get him off of me. He lurked outside while I was leaving like a creep.
Happy bit? Best friend guy ended up dragging me to a party and cheering me up. He kissed me and I knew he was the one.
Unhappy bit? Someone ran straight back and told ex. Apparently he told some people he was going to murder me and released a ton of information. I lost a lot of friends but it was worth it.
Funny bit? I wouldn't have met best friend if his mom hadn't forced me to go to college and made me get a dorm. I'm now married to best friend guy and have a baby dude.
Thanks girl on google hangouts for revealing the truth and starting the spiral that lead me to this. You're dope and I'm sorry I sent that nasty message, you probably didn't even know he was dating someone.