None have been that bad. Most have ended because could not see a future. Personally I sorta have a shit or get off the pot mentality with sorta yearly timelines. Hardest relationship has been marriage because marriage and even living together is hard but life has good and bad and its goofy to think that is not going to be the case. Just has to have more good (and significantly more) than bad.
Four year relationship with a guy. At 1.5 years I found out he was cheating, and he convinced me to stay. A few years later he lost his job, never got unemployment payments, made no attempt to find a job, let me pay for everything while he smoked weed and played videogames for a year. I worked 70 hour weeks to pay our bills. He crashed my car one night by going for a midnight munchies run while stoned.
Even after all that I was willing to stay. But a few months after he got a job, I found out that he had been cheating almost every day while I was at work. I got an STD from his infidelity. This was the point I decided to leave.
Tried to leave and he hit me and physically restrained me from leaving the house. It took around 6 months to safely get out of the relationship. He stole my (new) car on his way out and tried to steal my dog.
I just want to comment that I am so sorry that you had to endure all that. Fuck that guy.
That sounds horrible. I hope you’re doing much better these days.
Other than a crippling fear of sex, I’m doing OK!
Long story TLDR: met someone on a dating website she was lazy didn’t work lied and emotionally abusive, her dad hated me when I gave her back.
For me the worst relationship was just before I turned 30. Before I met her I was sociable and quite stable financially (relevant later)
We met on a dating site got on fine, no major red flags we saw each other on the weekend mostly so lots of fun.
Eventually the lease on my flat share was coming up and we decided to move in together. We did and things started to change, turns out she was having trouble at work.
Not a major problem as I said I was financially OK and responsible with money. Then she “lost” her job. Eventually I found out she had quit.
Slowly I was isolated from my friends, we would have nights out with them and she would throw full on tantrums about the attention she wasn’t getting. Then 3 more jobs came by and went with her “losing” them. Turns out she just didn’t like working and expected me to do everything.
Finally I called her last job asked how she was fired and they told me she just left one day. I caught her at home while she was supposed to be at work one day (she left the job 2 weeks earlier and hadn’t told me).
By now I had no friends and my accounts were near empty. I woke up one Saturday morning went down to the lease office and asked to be let out of the lease. The happiest news I received was the lease was up the previous month so I gave notice straight away.
Went home told her and started the process of packing. The day she left her dad picked her up and gave me the worst look I’ve ever seen literally a “fuck I have to pay for her now” look.
Best decision of my life.
