17 and counting
15 years so far.
22 years and going strong...
18 YRS. FOR ME >>>
Five years. He was the man of my dreams for the first 3 years. Then something changed in him. The way he dress, the way he acted, the things he would say, he wasn't the same person. The person he was becoming was an awful human being. Selfish, needy, dirty, unfaithful, Drugy, rude, mean, hurtful. To the point where he was bashing me about my college education. he was bashing me on how i spend too much time with my family and at work and with tennis. I have never been treated or so abused emotionally by this man towards the end. It was hard. i loved him soo much. And I put so much into the relationship that i stayed the longest i could. One day, i realized this is who he is going to be. and i didnt want to be associated with that. I did not like the person i was when i was around him. To put into perspective this is an example of one night. New Years. I spent time with him. He is in a college Frat. He got extremely intoxicated to where he couldnt function. we went to a party down the road. He made me walk back 2 miles in 3 inch heels and a tank top dress when we took a taxi there. He left me in the living room at his frat alone with 3 other men i had no clue who they were (terrifying) for 2 hours and when i went to go find him he was doing drugs in our room and spilled it allll over my clothes bag and inside it. (not happy). Then ball drop came. he was expecting to kiss me after all of that. I was not having it. New years kiss means a lot and i wasnt certain. He tried i pulled away and gave him a hug. we walked into the hall way and he put both hands on my arms and slamed me up against the wall forcefully yelling in my face and calling me names. I went to his room, and i put pjs on and layed in his loft bed. (he was so drunk i was almost certain he wouldnt have been able to get up there and he would sleep on the couch). as i stayed there crying, he continued to party downstairs and forget about me. I had thankfully fallen asleep. then i woke up to him grabing my *** like he would get something. I sat up smacked him (clearly deserved, and i have never smacked anyone EVER). I felt so angry and hurt. I moved down to the couch. And to top it off, he kept calling me Kelsey.... thats not my name.
Thank you so much. I have been through a lot. I have moved on. but i have not found a good guy yet. Someday. :)
10 years and still going
23 years and counting :-)
1 year and 10 months.
2 years and a few months. Long relationships are great.
Well 4 months :P
That would be my current husband and it's been 11 years.