In One Month You'll Be Living Right Next To Me... And I Have To Be Strong Enough To Push You Away Again..

All started, exactly 1 year go. I had to start my first year of university in a totally different country than my native one. I never spent a whole year away from my family, so I knew it was going to be difficult. Nevertheless, my family agreed to stay over a couple of days before leaving me there. Thats when I met him. He was working in the hotel my parents were staying in, and we were both of the same nationality. I remember asking his number in case I needed some advice or support and he gave a good first impression. He seemed sweet and polite. Things didn't go as I expected the first few days we went out, though I didn't give these signals much importance. He wasn't that polite as I thought, he used to smoke a lot, so he would carry around a bottle of Listerine to rinse his mouth off publicly when were around. At home he would do the same thing, though he wouldn't spit it in the sink, he actually spat it outside of the window!! :O In 19 years of my existence, I had never, ever seen such a thing. But there is worse to come, at home whilst eating or watching tv, he would stand up, ask for my attention and fart! You might think its funny, but believe me, I found it so disrespectful, that I was the one feeling ashamed for his behaviour, not him!

The first month spent most of the time going out together, and trying to get to know each other. Things twisted when we got together. He was constantly making presents for me, even for no reason. I decided to let him meet my flatmates at College and he literally got drunk with one of the girls I lived with, and flooded the toilets. That night, I was really upset. I felt responsible for his bad behaviour as I used to share the toilet and the showers with my flatmates, and knowing he had flooded them, meant that they were out of use for anyone. I also do not drink alcohol, so the fact he was so drunk, made me feel useless and uncomfortable, because I didn't know how to cope with him. Soon after, things were spinning out of control, he was constantly calling me on the phone, at least every two hours, to know: where I was, what I was doing, with who I was. In November my parents came to visit me. And he asked my parents out for dinner. Things didn't go how I expected. During dinner he was concentrated solely on watching TV, never intervening in discussions, when my mother tried to talk to him, he would answer with one or two words. He went to the bathroom at least 6 times in a row and spent 20 minutes in it. The only time he actually spoke, was to criticise and make fun of me in front of my parents, saying that I didn't know how to cook, do the laundry etc to the point my mum replied that the whole point of the dinner shouldn't have been to put me under pressure and that we could have talked about many other things too.
Before my parents left the country, my dad told me, he didn't really trust him, that he felt he was controlling me, and that it didn't seem right to him. Whilst he was at work, I went out with a friend that I had met recently, and I had a very good day spent shopping with her. To my suprise, when I told him that I had a good time, he wasn't that happy at all, he seemed rather annoyed by it.
The first assault, started in mid november. We were having dinner at his house and I told me I had gone to lunch with a male friend of my college. I didn't have time to finish the story, that he grabbed my plate and threw it in the sink (I didn't even have time to start eating it), he then started yelling, saying that I should have told him, asking me why I didn't, and I couldn't believe he was actually making a fuss out of it so I remember answering back that I didn't feel a lunch with a friend was that important.
The crucial part came when, he squashed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists, and hang me up, so that I couldn't move. I will never ever forget the look on his face! His eyes were bulging out, he surely had no control over himself. I screamed at him, saying what the hell was he trying to do and he soon realized and let me go. At that point, I was terrified, and I knew I could not get out of the house as I couldn't manage all the shopping bags on my own, so I ran inside the toilet and locked me in. Thats when I broke down, I started to feel really lonely, I didn't know what to do, I tried looking around me for something to defend myself with, but there was nothing. So I decided to crawl down on the floor into a ball and wait till he was gone. He stayed outside of the door, all the time, yelling that he would have broken the door down if I didn't open. He kicked it once. I then got courage and got out of the toilet and remember rushing to the sofa, grabbing all my shopping bags and heading to the door. Till I realised, my handbag was missing. I went back, but couldn't find it. He told me that I couldn't leave, without talking it over and that he had hidden my handbag. So i went upstairs, and I did not speak to him the whole time to the point he got so frustrated he got an empty suitcase and threw it on top of me. Fortunately it missed me. I was forced to stay the night there in fear, it was late, and a rainy night. The day after I went away early in the morning. I knew he was following me, so I tried with all my might to ignore him. Suddenly he had grabbed my handbag and was pulling it because he was begging me to go back to his house, I refused and kept on pulling my handbag away from him, till one of the bus drivers passing by, stopped in the middle of the road, and shouted to him to stand back from me, or else he would have called the police.

From then on I left him for a month or so. He begged and begged to get back with me. Initially, he sent a bad message to one of my College friends saying bullshit about me. After a month or so I naively decided to give him another chance. It might sound strange, but I do get affectionate really quickly to people, and being away from home made me feel more lonely than ever. Christmas went smoothily, stayed with my family for a couple of weeks. We kept on hearing each other, not as often. Everytime I was going back to my country and seeing my parents, was a great relief, I would immediately feel more rlaxed, and completely lose interest in him. In one or two occasions during that holiday, he didn't accept me treating him that ways so he threatened me of giving out nasty photos of me around my college. When I came back in January, I left him again, and this time, he called my dad's phone saying intimate stuff about our relationship, sending embarassing messages to my dad, he ordered me to give him 1000 euros as he thought he had given me money for food, transport etc, threatening me that he would have reported me.