Everyone would say all of this is crazy, and it is, but love has always made me blind. After two weeks of dating each other I decided to move in with him. Big mistake there, clearly there was no way we knew each other well enough to live together. He didn't do anything to irritate me so I decided he had to be perfect. The more I learned about him and the more time I spent with him I realized that I couldn't stand him. BUT... he had a good job, a car, and a house. He put a roof over my head and promised to love me, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew he had girls calling and texting him. I knew he was in regular contact with his one night stands. But I knew he would always come home to me at night. It never was enough for him though. He still couldn't trust me, no matter how faithful I was. While he never hit me, I could feel the relationship turning bad. I didn't go anywhere, and I didn't see anyone. He told me that he wanted nothing to do with my family, and after two months I decided I could live without them. But then I got smart. I decided I needed to leave, but I had to wait until he was gone. He couldn't handle my crying and wanted me to leave right away. I called my sister so I could get everything in one load. He told me he would leave so that I could get everything. My sister discovered him parked on the hill watching my every move. Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind.
I'm still scared of my mind today. He won't stop calling me and now he's just told me he's got the gun in his face, and then he hangs up on me. I'm breaking into pieces because I hurt him. That hurts worse, to know that I hurt him. The thing is no matter how much he begs or how much he threatens, I cannot go back to him.