We never slept together anymore.
I was training for a fitness comp and went off my birth control to loose extra weight for the show. I woke up on my stomach, he was laying on top of me fucking me from behind. It was nice that he was finally showing interest in me. He drunkenly said he was going to cum I told him to pull out because we both knew I wasn't on birth control and hadn't been for 3 months. He pinned me down while I trashed about trying to get him off me and as he came he said "don't tell my girlfriend" to which I responded, "I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND, WHO DO YOU THNK YOURE FUCKING?!?!" (aug 2009)
He'd come home so drunk, screaming at me for not knowing where his contact lenses were. THey were always in his eyes.
I started locking myself, my dog and my valuables in the bedroom while he slept it off on the couch in the living room.
In the daytime at the gym he'd stand Infront of the treadmill I was on and tell me he only dates 10s but he's making an exception for me.
Oh did I mention that he didn't have a job for 18 months and only got one because he told the bar that he was going to be a dad. By this time we had already booked the abortion. But he lied and acted like we were having the kid so he could get work.
I knew right away I couldn't let this mess of a man be the father of my child. There was no way I wanted him in my life for the rest of my life. And I especially didn't want him yelling at a kid the way he yelled at me.
I kept dating him though, hoping things would get better. Afterall he finally had a job. Maybe he'd start paying rent and slowly we could become a real couple. But no. He lost that job too. He slept on the couch. And when I would come home from work he'd have his hand out for money. If I didn't make enough in tips he'd tell me to get a real job because no one liked me at the penthouse anyways. And if I made good money he'd accuse me of "leaving the club to make that money"
He constantly told me that we were better fiends than lovers and that he should get to sleep with Other people. So one day I agreed with him and told him to get out. 5 weeks later he moved out. I slept at the Cecil a few nights when he was exceptionally fucked up. I had become afraid of him. He'd pick up the end of the couch a d dump me off of it. He'd toss the coffee table if my belongings were on it and he'd punch the wall beside my head yelling that he couldn't hit a woman.
And now this man is online bragging about knocking up his new girlfriend.
Hopefully he's changed his ways and his new girlfriend isn't crying herself to sleep wondering where her boyfriend is and who else he's fucking while whispering "don't tell my girlfriend"
