I No Longer Had The Strength And Parted With Him, He Called Me K *** A

I broke up with my friend. It happened three months ago. We've been dating for about two years. I was in love very much. I was attracted by how neat, clean, there was no stain on it, always with a neat appearance and it smelled of purity and perfume. It never smelled of sweat, it never smelled bad, but that only applies to appearance, unfortunately. I know my definitions sound silly, but it really impressed me. He was the first boy who had the same interests as me, we listened to the same music, but I was worried about how self-sufficient he was, even a little selfish. He smeared himself with a body lotion with the scent of strawberry, chocolate, in a very strange way he got along mostly with women and on his Facebook profile in almost every photo he was hugged with a different lady. He didn't cheat on me while he was with me, but he chatted with a lot of women, and even when he saw them on the street, he would stop them and talk to them. I often bragged about how many women liked him. He didn't give me the love I needed, though. He never made gestures. He didn't give me a flower. It opened the door as we entered a restaurant, but even after a year of relationship I never became a participant in such a hug, casual, out of love. We kept standing at a distance, he kept looking at who was looking at him, as if watching how much he was liked. We saw each other once a week (most often), and sometimes we saw each other once every 2-3 weeks. Then I don't even remember him telling me he missed me. I asked him to see me, but he refused, he had no money. We didn't even go out for a walk, and he was angry, why should only he invite me out, if I had invited him too. I always walked on his feet, he stood in his neighborhood and I still had to catch flights to see him. Several times I tried to raise the issue of living together, but only words remained. And there was nowhere to go. Nor would there be a chance for us to live. I begged him for months to go to the movies. He refused. Once he just rolled over and quarreled with me on the way and made me cry. We didn't go. When I cried, he stood next to me and looked at me like a mineral. When I left, he threatened me that I would never see that sexy body he had again. Scandals became more frequent. I'm not that kind of person, but he was constantly arguing with me, especially when I tried to talk to him about his behavior and explain that he didn't show me love and hurt me. He became hysterical, hung up my phone and regularly dumped me on the street as we went for a walk. We saw each other less and less. There were always excuses, and I went home and cried, my mother kept asking what was happening to me. He had ruined me. One night we stayed with friends and in the morning I had to hurry for something urgent and asked him to get well quickly to go. He refused on the pretext that he could not afford to go out without getting better and we were next to them to get better ... after two hours he had not yet applied lotion and had not fixed his hair and I was forced to leave and to take care of myself. Then I realized that he doesn't care about me at all and he is the most important. After a while, a period came when he avoided me for a whole week, refused to see me, and I stopped looking for him. My brother was having a party and there were a lot of people there. I was forcibly removed from us so that I would not suffer. There, I inadvertently bumped into a boy several times and we met. We talked all night and had a great time. I told him about my failures, he about his and we became friends. For the first time, I could talk to someone and enjoy it. It turned out that he saw me earlier in the evening and liked me a lot, but he didn't know how to get my attention. After that night we exchanged phones. I went home and was still alone. My friend didn't remember me. A week later, this boy called me and told me that he was very happy to have met me and that he hoped he had made my evening at least a little more pleasant. We started talking, he was a great person. He invited me to dinner, but I refused. However, he was insistent, and since my friend didn't remember me and ignored me, I decided to give myself a chance. I went out with the boy. He showed me once again how wonderful a man he is. From all our conversations, I understand how intelligent and quality a person he is. Nothing like my friend. Two weeks passed when he thought of me. But it was as if I had drawn the line. I ignored him at first, but finally told him I didn't want to go out anymore. He did not accept it as if I were his gift. And suddenly - boom, he stopped looking for me again. A week later he called again and I refused again. The new boy and I went out together again. He tried to kiss me, but I refused. I still felt tied up. Then things got worse and I slowly broke up with my boyfriend, I managed to upload photos with the new boy from the party. My ex-boyfriend already realized that I was really done and called me blood, a little bit of a clever girl, a cheap bitch and others. Then he started praying to me and said that I had given meaning to his life, that he missed me. That he loves me invited me to the movies, but I refused. I became closer to the new boy in one month than to him in more time. I just realized that when the person on the other side doesn't want him, he just won't let you in and in the end he'll blame you again. He started telling our mutual acquaintances how I had cheated on him and what a stupid prostitute I was. Then he was depressed for a long time. It hurts me a lot that it happened, even though I tried my best to make it happen. He just kept yelling at me on the phone and shut me up and hurt me. And in front of his friends he is a very reserved man, he just showed himself in front of me in such a light. I don't know if I will ever forget this story. It hurt me so much. It was as if he was wasting his time. I just wanted to share. Thank you for your patience. he just won't let you in and he'll end up blaming you again. He started telling our mutual acquaintances how I had cheated on him and what a stupid prostitute I was. Then he was depressed for a long time. It hurts me a lot that it happened, even though I tried my best to make it happen. He just kept yelling at me on the phone and shut me up and hurt me. And in front of his friends he is a very reserved man, he just showed himself in front of me in such a light. I don't know if I will ever forget this story. It hurt me so much. It was as if he was wasting his time. I just wanted to share. Thank you for your patience. he just won't let you in and he'll end up blaming you again. He started telling our mutual acquaintances how I had cheated on him and what a stupid prostitute I was. Then he was depressed for a long time. It hurts me a lot that it happened, even though I tried my best to make it happen. He just kept yelling at me on the phone and shut me up and hurt me. And in front of his friends he is a very reserved man, he just showed himself in front of me in such a light. I don't know if I will ever forget this story. It hurt me so much. It was as if he was wasting his time. I just wanted to share. Thank you for your patience. He just kept yelling at me on the phone and shut me up and hurt me. And in front of his friends he is a very reserved man, he just showed himself in such a light in front of me. I don't know if I will ever forget this story. It hurt me so much. It was as if he was wasting his time. I just wanted to share. Thank you for your patience. He just kept yelling at me on the phone and shut me up and hurt me. And in front of his friends he is a very reserved man, he just showed himself in such a light in front of me. I don't know if I will ever forget this story. It hurt me so much. It was as if he was wasting his time. I just wanted to share. Thank you for your patience.