And yet another notch in my messed up history of codependance....

I've always been in relationships (both platonic and romantic) that have been detrimental to my mental health...this is just the latest.

I've known "M" forever....Hated him for awhile (he was besties with my abusive ex)...lost contact, got back into contact...messed around, left him broken hearted and didn't talk to him for a year....
Fast foward to a year later, we get back in contact, he tells me he's been in love with me since the day we met, we agree to date....messed up drama happens at my apartment so I move in with "M"....
He becomes angry at anything and everything....drinks with a purpose, treats me like ****....I move out.
We decide to continue dating without living together...at first it's okay....but now I'm realizing I'm nothing more than a booty call...after multiple arguments where he accused me of loving him less than he loves me, and accusing me of using him, it has finally dawned on me that I'm the one being used. I'm just mad at this new realization.