I lost a lot of weight six years ago and was finally staring to date. The first boy I met, who I went to college with, was pretty amazing and bent over backwards for me. He was kind of a m'lady type guy, but I didn't know what those were back then. he became my first boyfriend.
Fast forward a year of dating. I discovered that we didn't quite click and him being my first boyfriend, I thought it best that I break up with him so that I could see other people and he would be able to find someone more suited for him. Admittedly, I wasn't the best girlfriend. I was immature. But I never cheated on him. And I wanted to do things the right way.
He didn't take it well, at all. He ended up stalking me while I was housesitting for one of my professors. I had to call the police. He was cited. After that incident he sent me letters and left mean notes on my car. I never pursued a restraining order, though I should have. He eventually started dating someone new and left me alone.
Flash forward a few years and I find his blog due to us sharing mutual friends. There are a lot of gems in there. He talks about me indirectly with such hatred. He fully maintains this "good guy hopeless romantic" mentality. Which he's obviously not. Bullet dodged, for sure.
Here is a quote from his blog: <quote>Any flames of hope were doused with a smattering of booze and cigarettes. The night you decided to finally go out this year, you did it with reckless abandon. You phoned the cops, was by yourself, and told me something that solidified what my brain has been denying all along. You know, I felt real spectacular when you kept dissing me. I nominated myself as the only person in your life that cared about you, that would go to your funeral, that watched out for your well being a future. But you snubbed me, saying I was only one person. I wasn’t enough. You didn’t want my support. Even when your best friend flakes on you, your boyfriend leeches on you, and your mom almost totally neglects you–you would rather choose them over me. So be it.<quote>