First kiss, first boyfriend age 15-18. Finished with me and brike my heart.
Age 18: Manipulative bully who used to make me look down when we were out together, if i even glanced at another man, he would go mental and usually punch the poor unsuspecting creature. Used to drive me to remote places and threaten to leave me there unless I agreed to stay with him. Locked me in his room for 3 hours until i agreed to stay with him. Once pulled the keys out of my car as i was pulling onto a dual carriageway and ran off on to the grass banking until i begged him for the keys back. He agreed once i'd promised to stay with him. It ended up with him chasing me up the street with blood pouring out of his head after a male friend beat him up for pushing me over outside a club and throwing a bottle at me. I eventually called the police, who only sent him home. He stalked me after that for about 6 months and I couldn't leave the house without my dad. Then I moved away.
19: Fell in love with a gorgeous half french half itallian who I found out cheated on me more than i probably know about.
22: Thought i'd met love of my life at uni. Got engaged after 6 months, bought house, fell pregnant. Turned out ectopic. Fell pregnant again (luckily!) He couldn't cope, threatened to jump under a train on 2 occasions. Then when our son was 10 months old, I found out he'd been sleeping with another girl in our living room while my son and I were upstairs in bed. Left him age 24 and moved back to home town.
25: Met another "great guy" who turned out to be a complete coke head once my son and I were in bed. (Found pictures on his phone of the lines of coke him and his mates had done on out libing room coffee table- did i need more evidence!!?) Split with him at 27.
Now dating someone i met online but starting to get a bad vibe already. Hmmm, maybe I should become a nun? Or is it too late?