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| Do I pick out the abusive types or just the crazies?
by micgilmore1 at 6/24/2009 4:45:16 PM
My last boyfriend was Indian and half Hindu/half Christian (don't ask me how he's able to be both; I personally never understood that myself). We met at a laundry mat and we hit it off from there. Everything was going fine up until he became so possessive that he threatened to kidnap me so that I couldn't go anywhere except his room where essentially I would become his slave and the mother to his kids which he desperately wanted. He joked around about bopping me over the head and taking me back to his "layer" sometimes as well. He began acting like this about 5 or so months into the relationship and progressively got worse. He was a sweet guy don't get me wrong and loved me to death, but there in was the problem. I think he loved me too much he didn't know what to do. I think had I stayed with him and decided to marry him, if we had had kids and I decided to take them with me; he probably would have killed me over his kids. This he told me several times so when he started talking about marriage more and more I realized he wouldn't be the safest husband for me. So, I let him know and I broke up with him about a year into our relationship.
Before that relationship while still living in NY I became really close to one of my friends. He was the love of my life and I think I was his. One day he actually told me that he thought we should get married one day just not that day. He was a player and had a different girl everyday or at least every week; thus, at first we were just long term friends because he respected me and didn't want to hurt me and I respected myself and didn't want to get hurt. Two years into our weird co-existence is when he told me we should get married just not that day, a week later he told me we could no longer hang out and we were no longer friends as of the Tuesday of that next week. However, he still wanted to hang out until then and for me to do some recordings on the albums he was producing before that Tuesday came around. On that Monday I had invited him to something at my school but had called him just after he had made the hour trip home. So he asked me why i hadn't called him earlier. Then I remembered there was another even the next night from 12am to 3am. Upon hearing the times he stated you know were no longer hanging out as of then. About a year later around Christmas he called me out of the blue because he was at Circuit City shopping for presents just one block away and wanted to see me. I let him stop by he ate some of the food I had just cooked and then told me I was his greatest nemesis, his worst enemy. I thought to myself enough is enough. Later he quit the oh were not friends thing because he wanted me to join his band to play clarinet and sing. I reluctantly agreed and after writing and playing for his band for free I asked him to do one recording of a song I had wrote and orchestrated he then told me I would have to give him at least 50% of all royalties if the song became a hit and also told me I suck at singing & he can't stand my voice but he knows it would sale. Hmm he wasn't saying that when he asked me to be a vocalist in his band or do recordings for him the year before. Thus what was wrong with him?
Either way, I must just pick the crazy ones, but the stuff they do is extremely painful or discerning.
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