Over the years I’ve dated a lot. Had a few boyfriends. A couple of casual encounters. Each of these guys have abused me in some way or another and it’s why I left them (except for one who ghosted me) and I’m still single in my late 30s. It wasn’t obvious at the start of the relationships as I pay particular attention to any red flags. It’s usually 6-9 months mater when it tends to start - the nasty digs etc. That’s usually when I leave, around the 12-24 month mark.
I am a good, kind, fun and balanced person. Any of these men were lucky to date me. Yet:
- one said I was too fat and frumpy. I was a size 10.
- another used to hide biscuits in the cupboards so I couldn’t eat them
- one said I didn’t have a ‘good aura’
- one admitted to being addicted to dating apps and couldn’t bring himself off them, because despite me being perfect for him (his words), he wanted to see if he could get a much younger woman
- one told me I was too negative (I’m the most positive person going)
- one said I was frigid in bed (I’m not - be just didn’t like that I said no)
- one ghosted - simply vanished - after two years
The list goes on. All these little nasty digs.
I wouldn’t hurt a fly.
It never used to bother me but after a horrendous heartbreak last year, it’s all catching up with me.
I deeply believe I won’t meet anyone nice and I’m certainly not going to put up with shit.
It’s making me really, really sad.