felix-50283360 @felix-50283360
As I lay on the bed, my eyes closed in a drunken haze, I couldn't help but think about how I ended up like this. My life had been pretty normal until I met him - he was charming, good-looking and seemed to have it all together. We hit it off instantly, and before I knew it, we were inseparable. He would often take me out on dates, showing me the sights and sounds of our beautiful city. But there was something about him that just didn't feel right. It wasn't until he took me back to his place one night, when things got a little too rough for my taste.
I tried to brush it off as a mistake, but deep down I knew something was wrong. He would often leave me alone at home while he went out with his friends, and I would find myself feeling anxious and paranoid, wondering if he was cheating on me or not. And then there were the little things - like how he would make jokes about my body, saying that it was too fat, too old, or too ugly to be desired by anyone else.
I tried to ignore it all, thinking that maybe I was just being paranoid and overreacting. But as time went on, the incidents piled up, and I realized that I couldn't keep ignoring them anymore. So one night, after a particularly rough fight, I packed my bags and left him for good. I knew I deserved better than to be treated like this, and I was
