To ask for your stories about the worst people you've ever dated?

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Sat here bored not getting on with paperwork having a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and trying to kill some time. I was thinking about how I've never actually been in a relationship with a decent man. Would love to see if anyone can beat my stories!

Boyfriend 1: Controlling, emotionally and financially abusive arse. Would blank me for days if I refused to shave my body hair and would not introduce me to his family (even though we were cohabiting) because I was 'an embarrassment' and would vet my friends and decide which ones he liked enough for me to continue seeing. Dumped

Boyfriend 2: Very funny and witty most of the time, but an alcoholic and addicted to amphetamine. Lived in a mobile home. Couldn't keep a job down. Developed serious jealousy issues later into the relationship if I so much as looked at another man in the street. Convinced I was having an affair with an imaginary person. Dumped

Boyfriend 3: Another alcoholic with some sort of undiagnosed personality disorder. Would go missing for weeks on end then rock up again when he needed some money. Never brushed his teeth and had terrible personal hygiene as he was always hungover. Cheated on me. Vanished into dust when I said I might be pregnant.

There's been a few other creeps from dating sites etc, but that's a whole other thread

when I was 18 I went out with a guy who was a bit older. I remember saying I was going to make a flan and he kept saying flange ie vagina in a pervy voice. We also went to eat and I had a cake called a lumpy bumpy cake and used to say it and squeeze my boobs with his clammy hands. He was being dumped anyway when he kicked off and told me he had genital warts. Yeah I made a quick depart

First boyfriend, lost virginity to him etc, announced the week before our school formal that he was breaking up with me and going with my best friends sister "as she'll look good in the photos". He followed this gem up by expecting/demanding they both come in the limo my Dad had paid for. Doormat me said yes. The after party was held at my best friends home; we arrived in the limo, and as everyone got out, my best friend and he suggested "It's better you don't stay, its making everyone uncomfortable"

First serious 'adult' boyfriend: had an immune illness - when he felt well, he was a lad about town, when he was ill I was called into service as devoted girlfriend. Eventually I snapped out of it and met a good guy. Ex-bf then tells me and the world he has terminal cancer. His parents swoop in to pay all his bills, he gives up job, and everyone asks me to grant his dying wish of getting married. He didn't f*cken have cancer, he was busted when a family member tried to arrange carers and there was no medical sign off. His explanation was "I realise now how much you mean to him". Even his parents told I deserved better and told me to run for the hills.

Now happily married to 'good guy' who stood by me through that drama...

honeylulu oooh who was the rock god? Any clues? Even a tiny hint?

My second serious boyfriend was with me when I was diagnosed with cancer - he refused to get a job the whole time and every time the job centre asked why he didn't have a job he told them he was looking after his gf who had cancer. I lived at home with my parents over an hour away, he was just a bum. Oh and he had his mum phone the court to postpone the date of his hearing because I was having a bone marrow transplant. He then went home (abroad) to pick up a car his parents bought him as a "treat" for looking after me right in the middle of said BMT. He repeatedly told me I'd misunderstood my diagnosis and there was never any real fear of me dying despite the cancer which was on my liver and progressing despite chemo.

I'm fine now but sadly my taste in men hasn't improved any.

ExH met when I was 17, got pregnant soon after, he started being violent during my pregnancy. Stayed with his 7 years, got married and another dc before I realised I had to leave.

Next LTR relationship didn't hit me, I was so greatful that I didn't seem to mind him calling me a fat ugly dog all the time, spending all his money on drugs and going out every night, leaving me to cover the bills. Extremely jealous and possessive. Finally ended it when he did start to get violent after 4 years.

Next guy I was saying for 3 months, then found out he was on bail for repeatedly assaulting his ex. Also during the 3 months another of his exes gave birth to his daughter but he didn't mention it or the pregnancy.

Next BF had just got put of jail after a 10 year stretch on a IPP sebtence. He had major issues, jealous, controlling, manipulative. Again he lasted 3 months. Pushing for us to have a baby within a couple of weeks of meeting. He was so good looking though and started off amazing in bed. I still have nightmares about him though, because amazing in bed turned into him wanting to roleplay rape, literally with a knife and a hoody coming in the back door, lots of face slapping, choking and calling me a filthy slut every time.

Current bf is much younger than me and adores me, would do anything for me, still has a possessive streak though amd tries to tell me what to wear etc. Luckiky after my exes I can see through him and he gets told in no uncertain terms that as a grown up I can dress myself thanks.

so many ers

It's astonishing that guys can be such dickheads. I'm not naïve or anything, it's just unbefuckinglievable.

It's astonishing that guys can be such dickheads. I'm not naïve or anything, it's just unbefuckinglievable.

whoops dunno why that posted twice

Boyfriend #1: physically & psychologically abusive & a cheater

Boyfriend #2: cheater

Boyfriend #3: wanted me to partake in orgies.

Boyfriend #4: psychologically abusive. Raped me and cheated

Boyfriend #5: found out last night that he was cheating

I'm giving up.

Met a guy in Covent Garden from an online site. It was tipping it down so we ducked into the nearest cafe.

It turned out to be a real Jesus freak place. And the guy said, "yeah, I was going to ask you if you believe in God," - and proceeded to tell me in hugely long detail how he had been saved at 25 and to lecture me about it all.

It's nice that people have faith, but it's not what I am looking for in a date!!

Oh and I once went out with a guy who had alcohol and other issues.

He farted in his sleep and shat the bed.

With me in it.

(because this face looks like vomit)

The teen one I fell madly in love with was an absolute control freak. He would check my phone and go mad if I wore makeup. I told my Mum and her words were "be thankful because it means he loves you enough to check up". It ended badly with him trying to strangle me outside his house. Weirdly I know of him through friends of friends and he's still very single and very unhappy 20 years later.

The one before DH was lovely, funny, handsome and kind. We dated a few times, had a lovely time and it was all really enjoyable. During sex for the first time he shouted out "mummy". I thought perhaps it was a mistake or one of those blips. It was not. He was a well-disguised lunatic.

An ex raped me and was generally abusive, as well as boring. To be honest him being boring probably annoyed me more.

I once had a boyfriend let's call him George who was really nice, proper gentleman, had his own business. Took me nice places etc etc he had broken up with a girl, let's call her Jemima. He always told me it was a bad break up and she wanted him back etc

She'd send outrageous texts to his mobile, begging for him back, offering him anything from sex to money, it was awful.

Then she got a hold of my number, George said she had been round his parents house under the pretence of collecting some things and he assumed she got it then, he said his parents were devastated when they broke up.

She used to text me saying they had spent the night together, except I knew that wasn't true because we had been together when she said she was with him.

Then one day I got a call, I answered and was hit with a tirade of abuse calling me every name you can think of, except it wasn't Jemima.... it was George, from his own phone... tried to talk to him but the abuse kept coming so I hung up.

Phone goes again, I answer, George says so sorry she grabbed my phone, I was trying to get it off her. I said George it was you, it was your voice, he says no no... anyway you can imagine this went on for a while...

Finally got to the bottom of it, there never was Jemima... turns out George had a split personality and sometimes was lovely charming George and other times was psycho ex girl friend Jemima! I never saw or spoke to him again after that!

DD's dad was my worst, unfortunately. Before that I was engaged and fiancé was wonderful, I deeply regret not working harder on our relationship. But then I suppose I wouldn't have DD. DD's was great until I tried to leave him, then turned into an abusive cunt overnight. I stayed with him far, far too long.

The actual story I tell too often on mumsnet because it's therapeutic long story short I was working abroad at the time and he used to come visit me. Fine until I tried to end it, awful after that. I stayed with him because I was scared of him. He had a horrifying temper, ILs could fill a whole thread. MIL was obsessed with comparing my weight to SIL's. Used to give me toddler sized portions round there for lunch, reduced me to tears over it a few times. Didn't like me going out in the evenings with my work friends when I was abroad, I had to send him text updates. I wasted too long with him but I didn't see it at the time. But he did give me DD, so I wouldn't take it back.

grannypants that sounds like the plot from a tv series!

It was really bizarre @GaelicSiog he was such a lovely man (?) he really did look after me very well, until I found out he was erm different

Ex-twat abused drugs and was violent, I had my own MH problems and ended up sticking with him through a 9 month jail sentence for armed robbery because I was pregnant.

He threw a hoover at my stomach and I lost our son at 24 weeks, I tried to kill myself because I thought that was the only way out. I'm pretty sure he was drugging me.

It took me being sectioned and subsequently meeting my DH to get rid. I still really believe I will be one of the two women a week killed by a partner or ex partner even now.

My DH is the loveliest husband and stepfather, I'm pregnant now and very happy.

Exh #1 Domestic, and financial abuse
Exh #2 Emotional & financial abuse
Bf #3 Manipulative, emotional, sexual, and financial abuse.

Never again will I get into a long term relationship.

I haven't had a relationship since ex. I had DD with him at about 7 months, while I was still working abroad. I'd had no idea I was pregnant. My wonderful friend picked up the pieces, ex came to visit when I got home and denied DD was his and accused me of cheating. He then moved in with a married woman and her three kids a couple of weeks later to play happy families. Pretty much the most hurtful thing he could have done at that point.

I don't date now either.

I think I'll try to balance this with some disastrous girl friends, I am being lighthearted but the following are true.
I was 16 when I met my first real serious girl friend, 18 months later she went to Teacher Training College about 120 miles away. I'd hitch hike to there every other weekend, camp near the town and see her on the Saturday. Once I was really lucky with lifts, got to the town quickly and went to her place, I met her local boyfriend. He and I went and got pissed together, I never saw her again, neither did he.
Many years later (like 30 years) after being married for 26 years I got fed up with coming home to find my wife had her new toy boy friend visiting so we split up.
After we split I tried a couple of dating sites and the four notable results are

1. I met a women who described herself as extremely beautiful, she was anything but. We went for a meal and as I escaped walked away I managed to trip over the kerb and fall flat on my face.
2. She was a widow. We met at the train station in her home town, she took me to see where she had got married, where her husband went to school and other notable places. We went for a meal and she fled to the ladies when the bill came. I was expecting to pay for the meal but why did she hide.
3. I was not sure if I should include this one. We chatted on line and I asked if she wanted to meet and go for a meal and to a play. I met her off her train and she had a huge overnight bag with her. We'd not discussed her staying over. We chatted over the meal, we enjoyed the play and the sex that night was really good. I've included her because I do think she should not have assumed she was staying over.
4. We met, went for a meal and I really wanted to kiss her but was scared to try in case she did not want me to. A week later we went to the same restaurant, had the same meal, got a taxi to mine and are now very happily married (I had to end on the very very happy ending).

John I wish there was a like button

to posters who have had such terrible bad luck. I hope you can think of yourselves as survivors, not victims and recognise that it's not you, it's them xx