r/relationship_advice • u/EmergencyFudge6 • 11h ago
Update: My f21 bf m20 h!t me hard on my arm and i cried for almost an hour
Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/s/scp7WwfAyp
Hey Reddit! I came across this profile today and saw my previous post, along with all the messages from people asking for an update. Reddit won’t let me edit the original, so here we go.
Those random acts of h!tting me were, as many people predicted, just the tip of the iceberg. After reading the comments, I finally told him how much I hated it, and thankfully, the physical stuff stopped. Unfortunately, the mental torture got much worse.
A few months after the original incident, we were getting ice cream. He wanted to sit outside where there were a bunch of men sitting across from us. I told him I was uncomfortable, and he called me a f*cking princess because his mother and sisters apparently didn’t care.
We eventually sat inside. I told him to get one ice cream and I’d taste his before ordering mine. He started yelling at me in front of the waiter, telling him to get two because he was paying and he didn’t want me “acting cheap.” Each ice cream was literally less than a fkn dollar.
While we were eating, I mentioned that it was too cold and that I was on my period. I was playing with the ice cream with my spoon when he suddenly sm@cked my hand HARD and told me, “Don’t act like you’re about to faint.”
I just stared at him with tears in my eyes, and he immediately hit me with, “Oh yeah, play the f*cking victim now.”
I called an Uber and left. He told me I HAD to get into his car or we were done. I chose the Uber.
He said, “You’ve made your f*cking decision. I’m not talking to you anymore.”
I went toward his car anyway because clearly I had not yet developed a functioning brain, and he literally drove away saying I wasn’t getting in because I had already decided not to sit in his car.
I went home and kept texting him. The next day, he called and said we were done. I said okay.
Ten minutes later, he called crying and apologizing, saying he didn’t want to lose me, he saw a future with me, and all the usual “I’ll change” stuff.
But something had finally clicked. I remember thinking, I genuinely cannot marry this man.
And somehow, I still stayed for longer. 😭
A few months later, we were having lunch and got two completely different colored drinks. Mine was light green/yellow and his was DARK blue. This is important.
I told him mine was good, so he took a “sip.” When I lifted the straw, there was literally BLUE in my drink.
THIS MAN SP!T IN MY DRINK.
I confronted him and he said, “We kiss, what’s the difference?” Sir???? 😭
He then offered me his drink, and I took it just to avoid making a scene. He proceeded to sp!t in THAT one too. I literally watched the green liquid mix into the blue drink.
Then came the gaslighting: apparently I was overreacting.
Eventually, I left him. And yes, I know. Eventually. Please don’t come for me. 😭
The biggest reason I was scared to leave was because I had lost my v!rginity to him. He was my first, and I genuinely believed that because I had already given him that part of me, I somehow had to stay.
Meanwhile, this man was treating my money like community property. One salary day, he went shopping and picked up perfume, underwear, deodorant, floss and about 47 other things. I asked for my money back and somehow got shamed for it.
I was also saving for a car. He had barely saved anything, but suggested we use MY savings to buy HIM a car first and get mine a few months later.
I declined this excellent investment opportunity.
Eventually, he started talking about his marriage timeline and asking me to wait SEVEN YEARS. By then, I was completely detached. I told him no and walked away.
It’s been over a month since I ended things. A few days ago, he literally moved NEXT DOOR, wanted to “catch up,” and then asked me for 90k as a loan.
Obviously, I said no. Apparently I finally developed survival instincts. 😭
Honestly, I’m completely moved on now, and looking back, I can laugh at a lot of this sh!t.
But I really want anyone reading this to take one thing from my story: please don’t stay with someone just because you’re attached to them, because you’ve invested years into them, or because you think you’ve already given them too much of yourself.
I once read a quote that said, “The longer you stay on a train going away from home, the harder it is to get back.”
And I GET IT NOW.
The further you go past your station, the more expensive the journey back becomes.
I’m just glad I finally got off the damn train.
I’m sharing this because so many people asked for an update, and if even one person reads this and realizes they’re allowed to leave, then I’m glad I did.
TL;DR: He went from randomly h!tting me and humiliating me to gaslighting me, sp!tting in my drinks, trying to control me, and treating my money like his. I stayed because he was my first and I was scared that losing my v!rginity to him meant I had to stay. Eventually I detached, left, and realized I could never marry him. Now I’m completely moved on, he literally lives next door, and somehow his first request was a 90k loan. 😭