Being with a man with different personalities.
by Jennifer King
Anyway, I met this man on October 2 2005 at a night club. He was 28 now will be 33. He came up to me and asked for my number so I grabbed his phone as he grabbed mine and exchanged numbers with him. About 3 or 4 days later he called me and asked if I would like to meet at his house and watch movies or talk. But before that we would talk on the phone for hours and tell each other everything like developing a friendship which I had never had with a man. He made me feel as if he was too good to be true. I met him at his house. We watched movies on the same sofa and rubbed one another's feet. Which I had never experienced in my life. I felt so special. Well we got along so well at the house and even when we were drinking, we were fine. Now when we go out it's a totally different story. At the end of the night when we get out of the bar with our friends, he's calling me a bitch and telling me he hates me and punching windows because I'm not getting him home fast enough. It's getting to the point to where I feel like he really doesn't love me like the way he treats me when we're sober. I got so upset the other night when he told me he hated me and wished I would die while I was driving I'm home. I floored my car until we came to a car at a red light and if it wasn't for him turning the wheel I would have killed us both and whoever was in the car in front of us. I love him with everything I have. I try to overlook the bad with all the good we've been through. It just hurts so bad. We have a relationship and he tells and most of the time shows me that he loves me. His dad was in the Vietnam war and was sprayed with agent orange so that gives him the excuse of why he is the way he is. But what's my excuse? I don't hate him and never could. I don't know what to do. I have so much more to say, but it's hard to write this at work because it just makes me sad. Bring back the love in your relationship. |
