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The one who experienced it, her note.
She sees it more of a way to finally accept it and move on, and hopefully help other girls, or boys, realize the red flags in a relationship that she so blindly overlooked.
I saw this great story and I was totally blown away with the fact that if I restrain from sharing it with you, I don’t know the pit “someone” might fall into, so, it is a complete life story for you, me, and everyone you will forward it to will learn from.
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Omission: I have omitted some foul or hurting words.
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I’m 18 years old, I met this boy, I’ll call him Trent. Saves me the pain of having to type his name. Trent and I met through a mutual friendship group of friends that I was very close with for many years, we started hanging out as a group with our friends. He was the loveliest boy with such kind eyes and the most adorable smile, I was infatuated.
Trent had a past before I knew him, troubles with past girlfriends, and a bit known for a bad temper, but I ignored the warnings from multiple people and even an ex of his, assuming the classic lie “he’ll never hurt me though”.
We started dating late March last year, 21st to be exact. He asked me out on a night when he had taken a lot of Xanax for “fun” with his friends and was expressing to me and his friends within 2 months of knowing him how he was completely head over heels for me, which made me fall deeper and deeper.
New word – Xanax – Drinking alcohol while taking Xanax is extremely dangerous. According to Scientific American, both alcohol and Xanax are cleared from the body by the same liver enzymes. … When you take Xanax while you’re drinking, both drugs will be more potent than if you used either one of them alone.
Everything was so exciting and new and he gave me butterflies. Side note to this, I had been diagnosed with severe anxiety disorder and bipolar 2 disorder, which just adds to the fun of my life…
All was good until about 4 months of being together, I was at home one night, planning to push through it and go out for some drinks with him and some friends, but changed my mind as I physically could not leave my bed.
That night he disappeared, his phone off for hours and I was worried and sick. In the morning I wake up to a message saying his phone had gotten broken when he got pushed into the pool and he had to leave it to sit in rice overnight.
He came over to my house that day and took care of me while I was sick. 2 months go by and I find out 3 days before my birthday that on that exact night he had cheated on me after he enticed his ex-girlfriend to go over to his house, saying that he was going to take his own life because we had a fight and I wouldn’t speak to him anymore.
They had sex that night and when I found out it broke me. My heart ached, and raced, pounded in my chest and I left his house in tears, with him chasing me up the street after me, I hid in a drive way and turned off my tracking location “Find My Friends” that he set up on my phone and caught the first bus that I saw after hiding and watching him pace around the streets, shirtless and shoeless while searching for me.
An hour later I decided to answer his call (call number 23 or so) and tell him to leave me alone, it was then that he screamed and cried and begged, but I didn’t give in and so ended the call. 2 minutes later he called me saying he needed to go to the hospital as he shattered his hand while punching a hole in a glass mirror behind his door.
After a few weeks of my heart longing for him and him begging for me, I felt like he must have really loved me to do all of this. The stupidest mistake I’ve ever made.
His behavior continued throughout our 6 months relationship, if I didn’t answer a phone call I’d receive 10 within 5 minutes and 10 messages of how I was “a dog” and a “bitch”. Even if I had just left my phone in my room for 20 minutes while I had dinner. He demanded to see me all the time and begged to be by my side every minute. I saw all of this AS an expression of his love to me.
Our relationship was spent majorly smoking weed, daily and I mean all day. If he wasn’t stoned, all hell would break loose until he could get high again. I spent hundreds of dollars buying marijuana to help him feel better when we’d argue in the car or he’d be in a bad mood.
He had made threats to me and my friends in the past about “killing all of the dogs”, my friends did not see it the way I did and eventually we had falling outs and he assured me they weren’t my real friends, he was the only real person I had in my life who truly cared and loved me. And I believed that.
My confidence diminished, my happiness was released in the smallest doses, I began to stop recognizing the girl who I was and couldn’t remember how it felt to really feel genuine happiness. Only when he was in a good mood and wanted to be intimate and cuddly. That’s when I felt good.
On our 6 months we had a lovely dinner in the city, at a super expensive restaurant, after our meal and a few drinks he told me to go wait around the corner for him to pay while I called a cab. I found out when he walked out that he had not paid and we made a run for it.
Later that night we went to visit our two best friends who were also a couple and were our “smoking squad” as we liked to call ourselves. We decided to go for a little drive (my sober friend was driving) around the corner and smoke a little before going home to bed.
It was while we were chopping up that me and my girl Bella were whispering in the back, Trent couldn’t quite understand what we were talking about and demanded to know what we were saying, as a joke, Bella sarcastically replied that I was talking about another boy.
This is when he ran around to her side of the car, as he did this I pulled the lock on her door and he punched a “hole” straight through her window, leaving shatters of glass flying all over him. The police came for a noise complaint and after coming up with an excuse I was left to walk my boyfriend home while he was sobbing and apologizing, eventually we were escorted home in the police car.
We broke up that weekend after encounters of him smashing his head into a wall, swiping a photo frame off the table and slicing his hand, punching a hole in my brothers care windscreen and grabbed my shirt while I was driving. I had officially been scared and saw for the first time that he might really be dangerous.
I told him I could not be with him after the damage to my brother’s car, my family would never look at him the same and would ban me from seeing him. The very next morning he made me pick him up at 8.am and he took the car to get the window fixed so I wouldn’t leave him. In short words I didn’t forgive him.
A week later, a week of hundreds of missed calls, thousands of messages off every single social media possible, he began sending me photos of bottles of Xanax that he was buying telling me that he was going to eat them all and it was going to be all my fault.
My heart dropped and I answered his call and begged him not to be so silly, I told him I would go and see him that afternoon to make sure he was okay but not to get back together. He seemed happy with that and hung up the phone. That day I was with a couple girlfriends at a pool party with some of my old friends that he didn’t particularly like.
After being there for maybe an hour or so, I bet you can guess who just lets themselves in and walks straight inside, demanding to everyone that I leave right now. I refused I was petrified, his eyes, I knew that look, the way his green eyes turned almost black when he was in a rage.