He Calls Me All The Time And Again With That Arrogant Mean And Dirty Tongue He Talks To Them All

Hello, please advice, I am very desperate and do not know what to do. Three years ago I met K. Well, he is a very cool athletic man, handsome, confident and very liked by women. I was plump, but I didn't look very good, my appearance was somehow not my priority, until then I want to note that I was very loved as I was, my friend then not only loved me but adored me, so I lived very well .. then on the merger of circumstances we parted and I met K. Believe me, in three months from 55 kg I became only 42 kg, yes now admirers at every step men drink me with a look, no matter how immodest I sound I'm really cool, I became what I am only because hell I love him very much. But, if the magic of love at first sight had not been torn to pieces from the first moment of our acquaintance, because I knew I wasn't his type of girl And from there, problem after problem humiliation, hell believe me. At the very beginning of our relationship, at a party in front of me, she started to take down my sister's best friend, and she very clearly didn't mind the girl giving her phone where she would meet such a guy, and I was humiliated to the bone. I told her she was a whore and she attacked me, she beat me up, I vomited all night, it was a nightmare ... I said I went to Greece with a fan of mine, K. knew he even came with me to buy a ticket / despite everything we saw each other then / I said to myself as soon as he doesn't stop me so much and he cares, and so for me everything was over, yes I slept with the Greek, but K. was always in front of my eyes but I decided to stand my ground that everything was over, yes but no ... Some sms started, let's forget everything and get together, I came back when I saw him for the first time, he was as if blurred, apparently no one humiliated him by replacing him with another, I felt sick and so I went back to him again. Then on his birthday I had bought him a cake, I had tried the decoration, I had invited many of my friends to have fun, because by the way he has no friends, and so I was preparing a great party in his honor, and see if he comes and shows me the most insolent text message of one who tried to be together while we were together again, I know from my friends that she wanted her to come on her birthday, I was devastated, I ruined the holiday and kicked him out, and now as you I write my eyes are watering. Anyway, I've been through this, and then we walk down the street and he looks at the girls in front of us and tells me how I'm going to fuck him in the back, and all these brutal, arrogant expressions, from which I feel terrible discomfort, it hurt me but I endured, I loved it. I knew he was like that, I knew he had never been with a woman before me, only prostitutes, but I still believed that everything would be fine, yes but no. I want to point out that while the men on the street were drinking me with their eyes, I was deprived of the warmth of tenderness, of kind words for three years, sex and then everyone with a different blanket, and on different sides he fell asleep because he was not comfortable leaning to him. At the same time, they were not flirtations, counting with a look, wherever we go, it happened many times that I talked to him about something and his gaze somewhere, I turn to a woman. A complete nightmare, I wake up with a chalga every morning, I know every silicone, bust, bikini and everything, believe me. And so, for three years of terror, until the sun went out in me, I became like a shadow. For my family it was not an insult, a curse, it hurt me like hell. I want to point out that he was never interested in me, he never called to ask me what I was doing, how I was, even when they took my blood from the hospital, he never asked me what the problem was, then and after my operation, and so on I'm really sick really. Then we go to the beach only where he has something to look at, last time he said that he goes to the fashion beach, because the girls in front of us left, we quarreled and he left me 30 km away to walk, and he went home in the car. them, however he finally came and took me, they were not thousands of swearing curses and I dare not say anything so as not to dump me in the middle of the road again. I also want to share that the best otherwise divine thing was sex, but it was only minutes and then .... Now, I'm alone, I abandoned it even though his words have nowhere to go, you will come to me again, God, that's right determined to be with me forever, they are every time, he keeps calling me, and again with that arrogant mean and dirty language he talks to them all sorts of things, he harasses me and he doesn't want to know that if I go back to him I will die. Tell me, dear people, what to do, because I am on the threshold.