There was a relationship with him 25 years ago. Looking back on it through my self-counseling, I wish I had taken pause and not have gotten intimately involved with him or his friend. It was a love triangle:
First I met his friend and we dated. Then the friend passed me off on to him, ‘I don’t want her, you take her’.
I went with him. We got engaged. No one in my family was supportive.
The friend kept trying to get me to cheat with him. I refused. Yet, he was in the picture to a degree.
Then I left him. He totally freaked out. It ended with a restraining order when he confronted me in the parking lot. He wasn’t really violent, just desperate to get me back.
I laid low.
He eventually left town. I heard this from the friend, who I then, later, after much cajoling, DATED AGAIN.
That started to get nearly real, but then he dumped me by standing me up and never calling me again.
I think his reason for doing this to me was some twisted reason having to do with this love triangle.
They are both sick guys. And I am a sick woman to have gotten sucked in to this.
And it goes on...