He was selfish, mean, insulting, disrespectful, hateful, angry and abusive. He compared me to his ex from day one, criticized and tried to change every last thing about who I am, and took anything and everything good between us for granted. He ruined the summer of 2007 with temper tantrums, cancelled the one big trip we had planned to california, and ruined trip to florida. He was angry from the minute i set foot into his apartment before we left and made me cry the entire time we were there. Called me a whore, bipolar, insensitive bitch and many other lovely adjectives (and insulted my friends as well!). Screamed, yelled and cursed at me every time he got angry and scared me on more than one occassion when I felt like he would hit me. Told me over and over I had caused ex boyfriend I had to be physically abusive and that it was my fault, that I enrage men by my words and my behavior.
    Met at the beach summer of 2005 and dated briefly until the fall of that year. He was completely non committal and then decided to scream and yell at me over the phone one friday nite that I was just like his mother and his sister and that he didnt want to date anymore. That was my first introduction to his rage, after behaving like a coward for weeks without ever confronting me to have a normal conversation. Had casual sex on and off for the next year or so while he was involved in a serious relationship with someone else. He never told me how serious it was and always told me it was ending when he was with me. While he was still with her at the beginning of 2007 he decided he wanted a real relationship with me instead since he thought about me the whole time he was with her. I subsequently found out he could no longer maintain an erection with her.
    We met at the beach during July 4th weekend of 2005. I approached him and introduced myself and he was very nervous and behaved like he should have known me from the many women he rotated, when in fact it was the first time we were meeting.
    He will be remembered for his lack of sincerity, his deceitfulness, his drama, his ill adjusted and myopic point of view on life, his cowardice, his inability to ever be truly open and candid, his big act to cover up who he really is, his insecurity and hatefulness, especially how much he hated himself. The sadness behind his fake smile. The needy suffocating behavior he called love.
    I miss his generosity and affection. His sensuality. His love of music. Sharing the same culture and interests overall. His companionship. The sex. His passion and enthusiasm. His car to get us out of the city. Him playing with my niece and nephew. I miss the way he made me laugh and how short lived those moments were.
    I dont miss him ruining every single moment and every day that should have been relaxed and care free, with his temper tantrums and needy bullshit. I dont miss him attacking every single thing about me from my appearance to my personality to my behavior, etc. I don't miss the stress that was in my life when I was with him and I will never tolerate it again.
    If I saw him again in the short term I would probably cry some more as of now, but will hopefully be unaffected at some stage...
    I am disappointed in myself for not cutting him off the first moment he completely crossed the line in an argument with me, instead of keeping such an emotional parasite in my life for as long as I did.
    Bye bye bye