It Was All One Big ShowThis was my first bf and I had no clue whatsoever how this whole relationship thing was suppose to be. In the begin he at least tried, but later he noticed he could make me think he knew the rules to this game. And since this gave him power (and he loved power) he would convince me of all these things what was supposed to be normal in a relationship. Whenever I would disagree, that's when the real show started: "Ladies and Gentlemen, here he comes again: the big, misunderstood, bighearted crybaby!"
In such a state he started being all emotionally manipulative, sometimes even with tears... Yep, he could have been a great actor if you ask me.
Since we had a long distance relationship he said he did not want to receive any text message's or phone calls, or anything else throughout the week. He would be at my place only in the weekends, which was the only time I spoke to him throughout the week. When I told him I didn't like this arrangement, he would just start being all teary-eyed and told me that if I called every day, he would miss me to much (and I was like "aaaaah" what girls automatically seem to do when they see something cute... like a big fluffy puppy c: ).
I am sorry to admit this now, but I was a fool back then.
I was so happy to finally have a bf I just floated on air and didn't question that much.
When there was a break at school and I was home, I had to go to his parents house. This was a true nightmare! I hated his parents and they hated me. When I came in, the first time (we where not even introduced) the dog started crying (like dogs do when someone strange is entering). My bf (apparently thinking he was being funny) said I stept on the dogs tail. His father went mad! He stood up all big and scary. And with these crazy eyes he asked me in a tone, dripping with anger, if I had hurt HIS dog.
I was scared! I told him I would never do that. He didn't believe me. And ever since he hated my guts and watched his dog very carefully whenever I was around.
His mom always reminded me a bit of these witches you see in the children bedtime stories: wild, red hair and a big nose. She was very protective of her (muscled) child. I always thought my bf and his mother looked weird together: this protective witch and her boy who was two heads bigger and very broad. Anyways, I think she tried to be nice, in her own unique way. Her own unique way included seeing me as competition for the things we had in common. We both loved to paint and we both loved my bf.
One day, my bf and I went to the fairground. He spend most his money and in the end I decided I wanted to try one of the machines as well. So I put a little of my own money in and actually got lucky and the machine was spitting out all these tickets. At the end we could choose a gift with the tickets. I saw this cute box and decided I wanted to have it. I used 3/4 of my tickets and gave the rest to my boyfriend, because he really wanted this helicopter alarm clock.... Yes I know, it's pathetic. Especially because it broke down after only 17 minutes.
When we got home to his parents place (scary parents! place). We would show them what we had won on the fairground. His mother immediately fell in love with the little box I had won and presumed my bf had picked it out for her. I respectively told her I had won this little box. She stared at my bf and at me and then declared she hated the box anyways. I mean... it was if I was looking at a small child that didn't got her way.
Later my bf asked me, no, even accused me of being mean against him mom, because I hadn't given up the little box. I was confused. I just gave him some of my tickets so he could buy his stupid alarm clock and then I should give MY price away? Of course I got mad, but my bf again went all emotionally manipulative and it was gone. (I kept the little box tho :P)
Eventually I broke it of. The scary thing was that he started calling me a lot. During this time I have calculated that in the high times of this compulsive calling there was an average of 28 times a day, and the maximum was 49 times a day... Weird and creepy!
I never picked up, but I felt violated in my privacy. Especially because he also waited outside my apartment a couple of times and would leave these strange little pieces of paper with ink and a couple of letters on it, in my mailbox... Maybe he picked up some spells from his mom after all :P
Of course now I am older, I am wiser (don't burst my bubble!), and I realized he was just playing me and using me. I regret ever having him as bf. Although I learned a lot from the whole situation I still wish my first bf would have been a normal one. So it is save to say: yes, I hate my ex boyfriend.