From 15-19 I was with an older man (he was 22 when we met) who emotionally abused me and controlled me. I was head over heels in love with him and hoped to spend the rest of my life with him. I was very emotionally dependent on him because my parents marriage was in tatters after my Dad's affair with his very much younger secretary (so clichéd). Even though my Mum took him back they frequently argued and there was usually an atmosphere at home. Things improved when I was 17 and my parents moved away as my Dad had a new job, and I moved in with my GPs because I was mid A Levels (and let's face it, couldn't bear leaving my BF).
But it also made me even more dependent on my BF. I'd made few friends at college because he was so jealous and controlling. It felt like he was all I had. But he was making my life a misery. When I passed my driving test he threatened to leave me. When my parents bought me a car he threatened to leave me. When I got the lead role in a college production he threatened to leave me. When I aced my A Levels he threatened to leave me. Do you see a pattern? Every time I was successful he absolutely hated it and was only happy once I was in tears begging him not to go.
Thx final straw was at my Great Grandmother's funeral when he kicked off because he thought I was ignoring him and talking to my family too much. Suddenly it was like he physically shrank before my eyes and just morphed into this pathetic, inadequate, insecure twat (that he'd always been, but I couldn't see). I think I actually laughed at him? I suddenly realised that I was far more intelligent than he could ever hope to be and that I worth far more than he could ever afford.
The relationship limped on for another 2 weeks only because it was still a huge step for me to leave him. He booked a last minute romantic weekend in Amsterdam (I think he intended to propose) but on the day we were meant to travel I rang his work and left a message saying I wouldn't be going! He turned up at college in tears, looking for me but I hid from him. I actually ended up spending that weekend with the gorgeous bloke who would become my boyfriend for the next 2 years. We'd been good friends at college and when he knew I wasn't going to Amsterdam he invited me over and one thing led to another...I confess I didn't give my ex a second's thought all weekend, it was like a switch had been flipped in my brain and he was genuinely dead to me. Apparently he was devastated and was signed off work for weeks, threatened suicide and needed counselling. I couldn't have cared less.
That was over 30 years ago, and looking at FB he's lived such a mediocre, drab little life. A little drab job and a little drab house in the little drab town he grew up in.
Conversely, I went to university and met my now DH who started his first company while still an undergraduate and has been a very successful company director ever since. We've had amazing holidays, live in a gorgeous Georgian house in a vair naive village and life is anything but drab.