On Saturday, I split up with a guy I had met and started seeing in April.
From the start I wasn't too sure if he was any good or not. I've had a lot of shitty relationships and was constantly second guessing myself about if I was seeing too much into his behaviour etc.
He was very full on and charming from the outset. Telling me he loved me, I was his soulmate, wanted to marry me, have children, move in together etc very early on in the relationship. He started leaving his things round at my house within a week of us going out, which i was not that comfortable about either. I doubted that he meant any of it as he didn't really know me when he started saying it. I kept telling him I felt uncomfortable about the speed of it all, and he sort of took that on board for a bit but not really tbh. He also lavished me with flattery (unbelievable stuff like I was the most beautiful, intellegent, witty woman he had ever met - I'm not putting myself down in saying this, but it was way over the top!). He took me out to fancy restaurants all the time and took me on holiday (including a foreign one) 4 times! I guess I was a bit selfish, shallow and spoilt but loved the attention particularly as I've been a single mum for 4 years and haven't had this kind of attention in years. I really hoped that I my reservations and gut instinct was just years of getting burnt in relationships and that actually I had met a lovely man who was crazy about me.
But he showed lots of very controlling and jealous behaviours, and that was really the reason why he had to go. He always interrogated me about all of my ex boyfriends. He also interrogated me about who I was with when I was going out with my friends without him (we had a major row after I went out with some friends which included men and he got very funny about this). On one occasion I went round to his and he pretty much outright accused me of cheating before coming to see him! He would get moody/sulky if I wanted to see my friends or not spend a day with him if I had other commitments (once he announced on a day I had taken off and had arranged expensive childcare in order for me to some studying towards my degree, that he was going to skive off work so that we could go and have a day together - when I told him that I have to work on my studies he went very moody). I once told him that I wanted to join a local book group and he immediately piped up that he wanted to come too. I once turned up to a date wearing a pair of heels which he did not like on me because they made me look too sexy and tall.
He never had anything nice to say about any of his ex girlfriends, they were all crazy and stupid who used him as a doormat etc. They all seemed to last just a few months. He would also drop little nuggets about crazy sex he's had in the past and that he had had lots of lovers before me. He had a massive sex drive so could believe this tbh. He had a great magnetism about him.
Once when we were on a motorway, I can't even remember why, but he got upset about something I said, slammed on the accelerator and started screaming and yelling.
Writing this all out lets me see clearly about the relationship and this is helping me remember why it had to end. You may wonder why the hell did I stay with him, but the truth is inbetween all this crazy ass behaviour we would have periods of getting on great, fantastic conversations, laughing till were literally pissing ourselves, heaps of private in jokes. He also used to ring me in the evenings and we would chat and he would often be the only person I had properly spoken to that day or had taken in interest in me. He was very affectionate. I loved him and now I miss him. The idea on him not with me anymore makes me so sad.
Sorry this is so bloody long. I've found it quite theraputic writing it all out though.