He said, "you would never leave me."
Perhaps because I didn't stand or set any boundaries until after a certain amount of time of him grieving his losses.
Perhaps because after 6 months of no contact, when he reached out, I allowed him back into my life thinking he grew.
Then sometime after calling me his gf again he said we weren't officially together again basically meaning he was single and free to do whatever and said we might get back together if I acted right (he meant not trip over other women or question if he was just using me as an option of convenience. ) & I proceeded to do such useless waiting and time wasting until my ancestors told me that he couldn't have gf benefits without committing to me, caring for me, and since he felt the need to deny me something so basic as a drink of water he was not the one. He only put effort into manipulating me and whenever my 'new' but pre-existing boundaries were put up he was quick to disrespect and disregard them.
I'm not one for his collection. His sport, collecting genuine wmn to stroke his ego.
He told me he wasn't shit. My excuse was he's grieving, give him more love.
He called me out of my name when I never thought to do that towards him.
He told me he didn't love himself.
He surely doesn't. Those that don't love themselves treat people like crap.
He always wished to 'T' me which he described it as hit someone.
"Just one good T," he would say directing the target area being my face/mouth.
He started becoming more and more of an unsafe person.
Stories of vivid fiction.
Driving wrecklessly and drinking tequila because what he described as him being upset with me.
No matter how upset I am with someone. My thoughts are not cause them danger or harm.
Love was blind. He didn't love me.
He had this Jekyll and Hyde thing going on accompanied by selective amnesia, gaslit sandwiches, and projection.
It pained me deep but I can swim.
I have no fear for The Good Lord was always near.
