I think that men who are prone to be controlling and abusive no how to attract. My dad and uncles were all builders. They did gardens up and drank alcohol. They were good dad's and hard working loyal husbands. I grew up around that. I had 3 boyfriends in 14 years. The longest relationship was 8 years. The first 2 were immature and young. They used to message other women. Then my 3rd wasn't like that. But he was quiet. Reserved. Hard working and kind. But had no life in him. He never got anything done and was always tired and complaining. I started feeling like I wanted a man who could get on.
I met my 4th boyfriend when he was working for someone on my street and he was there smashing down a garage and was full of confidence and was very polite. He was there a month and we both liked eachother it was obvious. So we swapped numbers and began talking. Once I got talking to him I fell hard and fast for him. He wanted me. I wanted him. We actually took our time. Looking back the red flags began a few days in to us talking.
He told me about his ex and how they were still mates and she'd call in for a cuppa.
He was on opiates for pain and I remember he would be snappy and short sometimes.
I was ready for a hair trim but I remember he started saying he thought I'd suit my hair up. Or my hair shorter. Then he'd say I needed to go in the garden and get a tan. But then he'd say I bet you never wear shorts or whatever. He knew I didn't like my legs. He was half saying he wanted to make me confident. But he was making me feel like he didn't think I was enough.
He started bringing up his ex on and off. Always stories. Memories. Complaints about her. Saying how she was like a little sister To him now etc.
He eventually fell out with me over me asking him questions. He started coming and going in and out my life every 6 weeks or so. He was up and down. Allover. Then he opened up and told me that he wanted us to have a relationship.
We started going out properly. But it was highs and lows. He had depression aswel..so sometimes it was like we couldn't get along for several days or weeks. I'd sometimes feel on egg shells and anxious. Then we'd go good again. His ex caused abut of trouble when she found out we were together. Questions from her were arriving. He was defensive if I tried to say I wasn't happy with their bond. It was like she was allowed to say anything and he was still trying to please her and keep her happy. He blocked her eventually. But she talked to him through texts every now and then.
He started going through a stage of complaining about me. He would text me every hour almost and then suddenly he started saying I was driving him mad with messages. He was trying to make me out to be a nightmare with my phone. He said I wasn't as bad as his ex. Told his cousins I was a nightmare in messages. We had a couple of bickers again about his ex.
I realised he wouldn't have me publicly on his Facebook. He was still single on it. Loads of old photos of his ex. But not once did he ever express he was with me. It was like he gave me just enough and wouldn't give me his full commitment. If I asked about Facebook he would shut me down. He'd say social media wasn't important to him. But say the stuff of his ex was his memories.
I found myself obsessing over his past. What she meant to him now. What I meant. If he really loved me or saw us together properly eventually. It was like he just couldn't let go of her. But he denied it and tried to convince me that I was creating something not real.
During all this. He was borrowing money from me. I paid for everything because he had stopped working. He promised me he would go back soon and we'd want for nothing. I knew how much he had spoilt his ex. I was still waiting for a first date after six months. He was skint. Struggling with his back. I felt like I had come into his life 10 years too late. He couldn't offer me anything. His ex had had the best years. She had the holidays. The gestures. The pet dogs. The garden. The attention. The Facebook acknowledgment. The meals out. The flowers.
I felt like I was some sort of half secret toy. He told people I was his girlfriend including family. But he was very clever to never completely give me what I wanted. Which was him to publicly say I was his girlfriend and show me off.
He often would ask me or suggest hair or clothing styles to me too. He wanted me to fall into a role like his ex I think. He wanted me in dresses and hair and nails done. Comfortable and confident and wanting to eat out at posh places.
But the irony was he hated his exes independence and he drove her crazy with it. He ended up cheating and lying to her. But he hated her career and her friends. He wanted her home focused on him. She wouldn't do that.
I realised I was giving him the right amount of attention but he still wanted parts of his ex aswel. It was like he charmed me and so gradually dropped hints and broke me down..until I was just so lost. I didn't feel like his girlfriend on one hand. But on the other I was his girlfriend.