I just broke it off with my boyfriend and sent him to jail not even a week ago. I still have the bruises on my arms and legs and a big black eye. I am a freshman in college and I dated him the whole time I’ve been here. He always complained that I never had any friends and that I needed to make some friends yet I was never allowed to go out or do anything without him. He would always bring people over for me to be friends with then about 2 weeks later I would never see any of them again. Even when I would be texting someone he would always read my messages over my shoulder or before I even got to read them. Many times he would respond to my messages without even telling me what they said. He would also look on my facebook at my messages and comments and never tell me I had anyone that tried to contact me. He made me feel alone and guilty for being alone. He never had a steady job when we were dating so I would usually have to pay for things the few times we went out. I even had to pay his rent a majority of the time. He completely wiped out my checking and savings accounts. I was stupid enough to trust him with my debit card and all of my account info. He went so far as taking my card and spending all of my weekly allowance without telling me about it. Of course this was all for drugs and the result of not having money because of drugs. He promised he would pay me back all of the money, but of course he didn’t even make an effort. The only effort he ever made was selling marijuana. I remember back when we were first talking him telling me how much he hated drinking because it made people do stupid things, like abuse their partners, and he believed that everyone should smoke weed instead of drink. Back when I first met him I was completely straight-edged, I didn’t drink or do anything bad and I never had the desire too. I remember taking my first shot and him standing right there next to me. While we were dating he threatened to break up with me if I didn’t try smoking, so of course, I did. I went from being a good, straight-edged, sheltered girl to someone who has tried almost every drug out there. And I have always regretted it. I was so afraid of losing him that I lost myself instead and I let him feed me all these drugs. When he started hitting me he would always put me down and saying how I would always lie to him and that I would never try in our relationship. To this day I cannot figure out what he always thought I was lying about. He told me I was a bad person, that I was a bad christian. He said he couldn’t even look at me anymore and that he didn’t love me anymore. A couple of days before we broke up, he got evicted from his house because naturally I ran out of money and he never tried to get a job. He told me he would be staying in a friends dorm room that night and I was sleeping in my room. Well around 3 in the morning he told me that he wasn’t staying in that friends room. I would have initially offered up my room but he is not allowed to stay in there. So we sat in a small study room in my building talking, he was getting mad because I couldn’t find him a place to sleep. He ended up falling asleep at the desk and I knew I couldn’t leave because 1, he would have be furious and 2, he had already been kicked out for sleeping in the study room. So I stayed in the room, awake, while he slept for about 2 hours. When he awoke he was still mad at me for not figuring out where he was going to sleep and hit me a few times. He made me go into my room and make him a bed that was hidden from my roommate. Of course the first 2 times I didn’t make it right and had to redo it. He finally found it acceptable, after he made a few adjustments, and he went to sleep and i stayed up for half of the rest of the night worrying and freaking out about everything. The morning came along and my roommate left at 9 to go to class, of course he thought that she had class at 9 even though I said about 3 times that she left at 9 and had class at 930, the same time as mine. He got mad and then started beating me and beating me. He would stop every so often and then start again once I did something wrong. At one point he went back to sleep and I just sat there too afraid to move, and then I coughed. And he started beating me all over again for not letting him sleep. Keep in mind that he has gotten more sleep than me at this point. And this is when he told me I was a terrible person and broke up with me. He didn’t actually leave my room until he made sure that I got the point that I was a terrible person. That day and the next day he made me do my make up about 10 different times so we could go out and get food because I was the only source of food in his life and my face was so bruised and he said that I “looked like a whore.”His main tool was making me feel worthless and making me feel like I wasn’t trying both in our relationship and in my life in general. The past month I’ve had many thoughts of suicide, I just didn’t see the point of living anymore, he made me feel like I could never win in anything. I know that wasn’t exactly what this post was intended for, but like I said it hasn’t even been a week and I feel so much better letting that all out. Thanks for listening. This post was moved here from so people can reply.