My Boyfriend, my stalker

He also got fired from another job for doing this on the wall when the manager went to lunch. What a keeper.

You might be wondering why I was still with him at this point… But it was impossible to leave. He’d wait outside my house for days or until someone else let him in. Which they always did because when he was on his best behaviour he was charming.

No one else saw the side of him that I did. He kept it well hidden. I became too tired and too downtrodden to leave. It was easier to stay. Plus, I hate to say this, but I never doubted that he loved me.

When he was being normal he was affectionate, funny, kind and my best friend. If he’d not been as equally good as he was bad, it would have been a no-brainer, I would have left.

When we argued, and we’d have nasty, spiteful, screaming arguments where I said the most evil thing I could think, he would always cry after and tell me how much he loved me. I’ve never spoken to anyone like the way I spoke to him in my life, and to this day I’m still deeply ashamed of it. He told me he’d had a tough childhood growing up in care, and how he’d never had anyone love him before. It broke my heart, so I stayed.