Tell me about the worst boyfriend you ever had and why?

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Mine was a year younger in high school and kissed like a fcking hoover.

I got slagged for that for like forever.

For reasons that will be obvious, it was just a one-off date, but....

In the car for an end of evening snog, when he (evidently hopeful) undid his flies - OMG the stink that wafted out🤮! God knows when his bits last seen soap and water. He hadn’t smelt otherwise or I’d have been warned!

Talk about a swift, ‘Night, then!’ and exit, as I legged it for home.

I have the worst history, a few examples..

The guy who took me to Pizza Hut on a date, then after the meal to the local park with 4 cans. We were in our early 20s! - that ended before it began.

A woman from work who unfortunately did not wash enough. I literally had to fake illness the first time we got close so as to prevent having to go any further. Not long after that I left for another job and never saw her again! (Pre mobile days)

I once had a few months dating a drug dealer. I had no idea. I stopped when I realised but he didn't make it easy and it took until he was jailed and I moved away for me to be free of that one!

The guy who had a tiny dick, could not get it up because he was so drunk (I was too) but lay on top of me and rubbed against me, pretending to himself he had achieved PIV. I can't lie I did orgasm as he was rubbing his flaccid inch in the right place

I was a teenager in 70s, he was a hippie radical a few years older. He used to berate me for being "uptight" and "uncool" if I didn't want to indulge his every sexual whim. I still can't listen to Hawkwind without shuddering.

First proper relationship. We were officially together for about six months, but kept sleeping with each other when we'd split up (unbeknown to our big group of mutual friends at university). We were both horrible to each other. I couldn't accept he wanted a clean break; he couldn't accept that I was going to be emotionally involved if he kept sleeping with me (and being lovely, sometimes). We were totally dysfunctional - I started having panic attacks. He was really stressed about his finals and had a thing that he couldn't eat if I was in the room. So I virtually stopped eating.

Broke it off properly once term ended - I got home underweight and emotionally exhausted and spent the summer putting myself back together. He had to resit an exam, which he blamed me for.

Fast-forward 20 years and we're good friends. Our families go on holiday together. We've both had good relationships since, and both have lovely partners that (as far as I can tell in his case) we're very happy with. We're both (in my view) good people - it was just a terrible toxic relationship.

The hypochondriac who self-diagnosed everything from heart attack to cancer. Used to wake me up in the middle of the night, saying he couldn't sleep, afraid he was going to die in the night, please sit with me to make sure I'm all right. So I lost hours of sleep every night, then I was knackered all day at work whereas he (student) slept all day ready for keeping me awake the next night.

There was other stuff and the scales gradually fell from my eyes so by the time he raised his hand to me, it was the last straw and I got out of there the same night. He stalked me after i left.

My first boyfriend was the worst. We were both only 15. I didn't fancy him, but I did like him and I guess I was trying to prove to myself that I wasn't shallow enough to only like someone because of the way they look. Unfortunately not fancying him meant I got the ick early on. Then he used to use emotional blackmail and tell me he would kill himself if I ever chucked him. It was far too much pressure on me at 15 and meant I stayed with him for about 4 months longer than I wanted during which time he began trying to alienate me from family etc.
In the end I decided my freedom was worth the risk of him killing himself. Of course he did no such thing.

Many years later I am sure he is a perfectly decent guy but the intensity and responsibility was awful at the time.

I realise others will have had it far far worse. The first guy I slept with, on the other hand (never slept with first boyfriend as only 15), we only went out for 4 weeks and he cheated on me loads but I have much fonder memories of him. The memory of that emotional pressure from my first boyfriend was way way worse.

Not even really a boyfriend, we'd only been out 3 or 4 times, he invited me home with him but told me he couldn't use condoms because he had 'a bit of a funny foreskin' that made them uncomfortable but it was ok because he knew when to pull out and had never got anyone pregnant yet! I didn't take him up on the invite and went back to my own home...

My first proper relationship. I was with him for over 10 years. He was a terrible kisser and always seemed to hurt me with his teeth and he did something weird with his tongue that felt disgusting... I can't explain it but it was awful. I hadn't much kissing experience before him so until quite recently (this year!) I thought I just didn't like kissing. I actually had a short term relationship after it ended with him and I refused to kiss the guy the whole way through because I thought I hated it so much. I'm seeing someone new now, and we have kissed and I love it.

As well as being a bad kisser, he was controlling and manipulative. He chipped away at my confidence for ten years. He stopped me from seeing friends until I had none left. He gradually began to stop me from seeing my family. He prevented me from working once our dd was born and he then called me lazy for not working and got angry if I spent "his" money.

He insulted my appearance often in a nasty way, other times coming from a place of faux-concern. I developed an eating disorder and went from a healthy slim weight to being underweight, so he then insulted me for being underweight, called me all kinds of nasty names and he told me he was ashamed to be seen with me. He wouldn't come near me in bed because he said my body was too disgusting. He said he was embarrassed that other mums and dads at the school, or his friends and family, would see me looking that way, and he was also embarrassed apparently if I ever made conversation with anyone at social events because I am a complete embarrassment in every shape and form. When I did attend social events with him (I stopped as much as I could), I'd often get a long lecture on the way home of all the things I had done/said/not done/not said to embarrass him.

He picked at every little thing I did and said, and he monitored my movements. Our home was full of cameras for "security" but their main purpose seemed to be tracking me. He'd wake me up if I went to sleep before him and he would shout at me if I stayed awake after he had gone to sleep. He lied to me, he gaslit me, he made me doubt my own sanity and he told me I was an abusive bully and I needed mental help, which I believed because my mind was such a mess from years of his torture.

It really was torture. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I thought my life was over. I am slowly rebuilding my confidence and I've met a lovely guy. My ex will always be in my life because of our child, and he continues to try to hurt me and make things difficult for me as much as he can. His family seem to hate me and believe whatever he has told them. It still hurts me and sometimes I question why he has treated me this way, what did I do to deserve it, but I am getting stronger and stronger.

Oooooh - where to start?
I mean the worst was definitely the abusive ex, who I've written about on here before, who said "I hope you die" the night before I gave birth and raised every red flag there is.

BUT There are plenty more I should add in.

The one I dated when I was 20, who I later found out gave the same speech about being in a "Spiritual union" to every woman he slept with.
He was unenthusiastic about sex and preferred to be at his drama workshops. He had a weird bent penis, incredibly sloped shoulders and came in seconds every time. Thank fuck that didnt last long.

The one who was an actor and completely in love with himself. He wrote poems to to himself. I still see him on telly occasionally and shudder.

The cokehead who watched porn in secret and wanted me to be his mistress but with none of the emotional intimacy needed for a genuine BDSM relationship.
I found it so boring I'd make him face away from me so I watch telly while I spanked him.

The one who invited me to visit him and then informed me that I'd be sleeping on the sofa because another woman was sharing his bed. A manipulative arsehole who liked nothing better than to draw you in for a night of intimacy (emotional and physical) and then say things like "I think we should be a tad more platonic" the next morning.

I think that'll do for now.

I’ve read all these and it just makes me sad that women put up with all this crap.

In the car for an end of evening snog, when he (evidently hopeful) undid his flies - OMG the stink that wafted out🤮

Omg!! Some of these stories are horrific hahaha.

Where do i begin? awful 40 year old virgin Mummy's boy who refused to move in or sleep with me prior to marriage. He had massive ginger pubes which he refused to trim. Had I realised any of the above there would have been no marriage.
I was on the pill, on our Wedding night he appeared with a red condom already on which looked like a saveloy, with myself on top of him he pulled my nipples in rhythm like milking a cow!!! He would then wipe the saveloy on my towel in the bathroom! Urghhh
He had issue with my weight and would insist I weigh myself every week and give him the results. (I know!)
He collected Dr Who crap and would spend evenings in the room surrounded by all these toys!
He found out I had a student loan and was beside himself as he had never had any credit having lived with Mum. He cried for days and actually landed up in his Mum's bed for "comfort".
Biggest mistake of my life, the marriage was short we are now divorced his Mother is still of the belief it is all my fault not that of her man child Son!

@IseeIsee

The worst was a guy who put me off a promotion saying I wouldn't be able to do it. Told me all my friends disliked me and he was the only person that cared about me. Called me overweight, and said I had a weird personality. I became afraid to have conversations with people because he said they would be laughing about me behind my back. Told me all his friends wanted him to leave me as he was too good for me. When I dumped him he wailed and threatened to kill himself. Everyone thought he was lovely. Really affected my confidence and I've never been the same tbh. This was 20 years ago. Only bad experience I had with a man.

So much of this sounds similar to my ex! I was afraid to have conversations with people too.

He also used to interrupt me when I spoke to him, every single time and I barely got a word in so eventually I stopped really trying.

Because he isolated me from friends and family, and made me so paranoid about speaking to others in general, I went through long periods where he and my young dd were the only people I'd speak to.

I remember once about a year before I left him, I'd had a phone call from an old friend who I hadn't seen or spoken to in years. It was the first time I'd spoken to ANY friend in years. When my friend spoke to me, he kept leaving pauses for me to speak, and when I did speak, I'd be rushing to get my sentence out as quickly as I could before being interrupted, but the interuption never came. I was finding it really unnerving until about half way through the call, it occured to me that this is how conversations usually work. It's normal and respectful for people to give the space to allow each other to finish their sentences. It was a genuine revelation to me as I hadn't realised how used I had got to not being able to speak until that point.

My first love at 18. Found out after a few months he had a child and that's why I couldn't go to his house on Sundays. I should have dumped him then.

He treated me appallingly and still I let him. Both went away to Uni and he came over to my uni after about a year, dumped me said I was boring and then went to shag someone upstairs. Think that was the worst.

I once watched him pick his nose and eat it in the reflection of a window. He also ate the scabs from his psoriasis. I still loved him - what the hell was wrong with me. My self esteem must have been rock bottom.

We got together one time after but again he started being a shit again. I then met the love of my life - now married 25 years this year. Thank you shitpouch!

Wow! Some of those have been awful. I've been very lucky really and never had a really bad relations. Of course there were things that resulted in us not being a a good match.

My first BF was a big music fan. He'd always have music on when we went to each others house. Lovely guy a sometimes I like a bit of quiet!

Another BF was a lovely guy, but when he came, the volume and speed! I was intrigued to watch this initially, and enjoyed it, but it was often messy as a result.

I still can't listen to Hawkwind without shuddering

😂😂😂

BF when i was about 15 was a david beckham wannabe - he literally had a shrine in his bedroom to him, chased me around the house with a frozen sausage hanging out his trouser zipper.

Why the bloody hell i put up with that I will never know.

My 'sex by numbers' boyfriend. He had no interest in me as a person, and spend each 'date' moving up the intimacy scales. First date a quick kiss, second, a snog, and so on. By the time his fingers were down my pants I decided I'd had enough of his shit.

The one who was on/off with me for several years and who gaslighted me throughout. Keeping me on a string but constantly talking about other female friends who were 'so smart/beautiful/interesting/funny/incredible' etc.

We broke up for the final time about 20 years ago and I genuinely only realised his behaviour was gaslighting in the past year. It was a 'scales falling from the eyes' moment.

The one good thing about being older is I take much less shit and give a lot fewer fucks these days

It's incredible what I put up with when I was young and trusting. My first boyfriend pushed and bullied me into sex at too young an age, I got pregnant almost immediately so he bullied me into an abortion without me telling my parents (I was 16). I had to tell a lot of lies to them. He had no sympathy for me at all, used to control and argue with me constantly and finally one night hit me round the head. Thank God that was what I needed to see him clearly and finish with him. I'm still proud that I stuck to that despite all his pleading and tears - just cut him dead that night. Unfortunately I continued to be young and trusting still for quite a while.

I once binned off a boyfriend who said he'd like to buy a caravan like his parents.

Nowadays, he's starting to look like a visionary.

@BaggoMcoys

My first proper relationship. I was with him for over 10 years. He was a terrible kisser and always seemed to hurt me with his teeth and he did something weird with his tongue that felt disgusting... I can't explain it but it was awful. I hadn't much kissing experience before him so until quite recently (this year!) I thought I just didn't like kissing. I actually had a short term relationship after it ended with him and I refused to kiss the guy the whole way through because I thought I hated it so much. I'm seeing someone new now, and we have kissed and I love it.

As well as being a bad kisser, he was controlling and manipulative. He chipped away at my confidence for ten years. He stopped me from seeing friends until I had none left. He gradually began to stop me from seeing my family. He prevented me from working once our dd was born and he then called me lazy for not working and got angry if I spent "his" money.

He insulted my appearance often in a nasty way, other times coming from a place of faux-concern. I developed an eating disorder and went from a healthy slim weight to being underweight, so he then insulted me for being underweight, called me all kinds of nasty names and he told me he was ashamed to be seen with me. He wouldn't come near me in bed because he said my body was too disgusting. He said he was embarrassed that other mums and dads at the school, or his friends and family, would see me looking that way, and he was also embarrassed apparently if I ever made conversation with anyone at social events because I am a complete embarrassment in every shape and form. When I did attend social events with him (I stopped as much as I could), I'd often get a long lecture on the way home of all the things I had done/said/not done/not said to embarrass him.

He picked at every little thing I did and said, and he monitored my movements. Our home was full of cameras for "security" but their main purpose seemed to be tracking me. He'd wake me up if I went to sleep before him and he would shout at me if I stayed awake after he had gone to sleep. He lied to me, he gaslit me, he made me doubt my own sanity and he told me I was an abusive bully and I needed mental help, which I believed because my mind was such a mess from years of his torture.

It really was torture. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I thought my life was over. I am slowly rebuilding my confidence and I've met a lovely guy. My ex will always be in my life because of our child, and he continues to try to hurt me and make things difficult for me as much as he can. His family seem to hate me and believe whatever he has told them. It still hurts me and sometimes I question why he has treated me this way, what did I do to deserve it, but I am getting stronger and stronger.

Holy what? This reads like a horror story I really hope you're ok and have the help you need to move on in life now

Oh boy.

Some of this does not make for easy reading does it 😱

@livefornaps literally crying 😂😂😂😂😂😂

The one I always post about on MN.
Violent, abusive, stalking psychopath who made me think I had mental health issues and tried to force me to see a psychiatrist.
He can get to fuck now..
I don't even think of him as an ex.. He's deceased to me.