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I thought I found freedom in this relationship. He seemed fun loving. He was a great dad to his kids. He was a nudist. At first we had fun.

That did not last long, before he started to put me down. He would have nothing to do with my family or my friends. He had no tolerance for weaknesses of any kind.

I soon learned that the only friends, and I use that term lightly, were those …

Liked her at first. Liked her less. We broke up. She told everyone I was gay. Liked her a lot less.

I started dating my ex at the end of eighth grade. We’ll call him Tommy from now on. He was two years older than I was and because of the age difference, his friends at school gave him a hard time and that made me think we would never last. However, we were still together by the time he was graduating and going to college. We lived in Pennsylvania and he was going to college in Florida so over the summer, we decided we would just see what happened when …

It took eight months of pleading, to get back my things. A couple of my friends went to her apartment, and waited in the open doorway. Her towering bulk blocked the light as she shouldered down the narrow hallway, kicking aside cardboard boxes and piles of dirty clothes, hauling my lampshade, sleeping bag, and shopping bags of personal items. Like children seeing their father undressed for the first time, my friends stared at her boxers, mesmerized by their nostalgic duck-hunting motif. “Where’s Lynn?” my …

He was so charming. We were all fooled. Everyone in my family thought he was great.

I got pregnant. “Let’s name her Annabelle,” he insisted.
“That makes me think of a cow,” I replied.

He broke the news to my mom first, “We’re having a baby he said.”

“What are your plans?” my mom politely asked.

“I will support your daughter no matter what her decision,” he answered.

DAMN LIAR!

We got into a fight. I …

The end of the relationship is where this story begins

I've finally stopped crying every day for a month straight. I used to wake up in the middle of the night while he slept like a baby. I knew something was wrong, but sadly I let his charm win for quite some time. I let my libido suffer since he preferred to sleep beside me instead of sleep with me. I catered to his mood swings and was far too understanding. I had become …

I finally found the truth behind "it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all." I found my other half, that ever so natural love that can consume you and grow even in solitude. I didn't have to be anywhere near him to feel him, I didn't have to hear his voice saying "I love you" to know he did, and I didn't have to be with him to know he was mine in every way. It was a love that …

Had I known who he really was, I wouldn't have let him know who I really was.

I sat there alone, with absolutely nothing. What was supposed to be a one time thing became a two years thing. He had a girlfriend and I wasn't into the whole relationship deal. But we fell in what I thought was love. Matthew and I were together for two years. I thought we were on good terms I thought everything was perfect. Matthew, his eight month old daughter, and I lived happily in San Diego. We both were doing very well at our jobs. His career was taking off, and …

Our relationship was dwindling, no wait, it had dwindled, but neither him nor I were ready to end it. At that point, the only thing that was mutual between him and I was our fear of tomorrow without one another or just plain stubbornness. Truthfully, it was both, who am I kidding? A day without him was so desired and yet so scary... I think if given a chance, he'd say the same.

And so one day, he calls me. He's panicked and I'm irritable and he doesn't …

Dont leave the one you love for the one you like ... Because the one you like will leave you for the one you love .. My ex did this to me so i felt and never go back.

He proposed to me in the pot-hole infested, trash-strewn parking lot of a Value City department store. I had been hoping for Macy's. The ring was purchased with the insurance money he recieved from a car accident. Nothing life threatening. A woman in a mini van had backed over his car in a KFC drive-though. Apparently this particular KFC franchise had lost sight of the meaning of "fast" food and the woman was trying to escape--Undoubtably to one of the 3 billion McDonald's in the area. I had thought for …

I didn't ask to be corrupted, but i didn't say no. i was suckered into everything because i was/am a weak person. you pulled me in with the strongest undertow imaginable. i survived you, and i dont need you anymore. what happened in between shouldn't matter anymore to me. it still does, but not as much as it used to. it takes a long time to rise from the ashes.

Have you ever woken up right in the middle of a really great dream? All you can do is lay there in bed and try to close your eyes long enough to finish just a piece of the dream that was going so well!

It's July and the weather is amazing, I'm out at one of the local outdoor bars and I see him. He is absolutely gorgeous, his smile is amazing! I can't stop staring at his eyes. Okay, so I've had a little bit to drink …

I met my true love the same year the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. I was at Nicks reading Aristotle and drinking Heineken when I ran across a brilliant idea. The idea was: the reward for living a good life is happiness. My next thought after wow, that’s cool was that: I might live to be ninety; I might never meet my mate, I might be alone the rest of my life. It’s possible. I could be miserable day in and day out every day forever. How boring. With a Heineken …

I don't want an ex. I think he's the only one who I don't mind not getting my jokes.

Recently, I came to an important realization. I married men. Well, not literally. I married people who embody biologically female characteristics, but that’s about where it ends. Think of all of the men-bashing, degrading, condescending, unfair descriptions you’ve heard used to describe men. Then add a dress. That’s who I married.

Okay, I was actually only married once. The second time wasn't a legal marriage, but close enough. When I got divorced, I immediately fell into another relationship. Yes, I read all the books that extolled the virtues …

I had been lying naked in my own urine paralyzed on the bathroom floor for a weekend when my crazy Christian Scientist exboyfriend compelled my landlord to unlock my apartment door and called 911. Unbeknownst to us, I was having a stroke. He rode in the ambulance with me. Against his beliefs, he saved my life.

I met him. This, of course, is where it all began. I was young at the time. He was younger. I was also stupid at the time.
He was my first; my first true love, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first lover. I was never his only.
It all started out great. I loved him so much I thought I would explode from the pure happiness I felt whenever we were near. He held my hand and I would tremble. He looked lovingly into my eyes and …

As I stood on the side of the highway after having been left by my now EX, who drove away in MY car, I seriously considered, at last, the actual fact that I, not he, was most definitely not all there. You know what I mean? My elevator just did not seem to go to the top. Something was wrong with me to continue to settle for his abuse. It was not love and it was not sex or money. So it had to be …
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