The Toxic Ex

Everyone has one.

You know the one i'm talking about. The one where hindsight was 20/20, and if thats true then you must've been fecking blind while dating them.

So this is my Toxic Ex story.

Toxic and I dated for collectivly about a year and a half. It took him a long time to get around to asking me out, but we went out and on dates and stuff before being 'official', so I still count it. Things were really good for the first few months, I was in love. I think I was actually more in love with the idea of being in love than I was actually in love with Toxic. Now, i'm not about to go through a year and a halfs worth of Toxic stories, i'll pick out the few valuable ones for later posts, but here are the relevant points to let you flesh out the main story.

Good things:

-Had the juciest lips. They were big an pouty and I loved chewing on them.
-Had great friends. They were always nothing but polite and nice towards me, and they knew The Guys aswell so we all got along.
-Had a great mother and step father. His mother never let him get away with anything, made him do all his own laundry and dishes, and cook for himself, which I don't think anyone ever told her what an angel she was for starting him early on this.
-The sex was ah-may-zing.
-Great to cuddle with.
-Never forgot aniversaries and spoiled me somewhat.

Bad things:

-He idolized his loser of a father. His Da would constantly pour poison in his ear about how his mother had had affairs (It was actually his Da that did I found out later), He had no decent job, he was an alcoholic, he would constantly attack Toxics Ma to the point of making the kids end up in tears over stupid shite like child support payments, (He wasn't making his).
-From the over nurturing of his Da, Toxic felt he was entitiled to so much more, and the world was out to get him. He constantly had to be reasurred and have his ego stroked everytime something didn't go his way.
-He threw tantrums when he didn't get his way. I'm talking everything from crossing the arms over the chest and pouting like a fecking child, to yelling and screaming and stomping his feet.
-He hated 'my' friends. i.e. The Guys. Rocker hates him for this. Toxic never wanted me to see The Guys because they were 'all trying to sleep with me', like i'm so incredibly impressionable.
-Fatarse, my best friend, didn't see me for 2 months because every waking moment had to be spent with Toxic when I went away to school.
-I lived on the campus of my college, and it was 45 mins away driving, and 3 hours busride. Toxic would guilt me into taking the bus back once during the week to see him for a night (about 2-3 hours not including bus ride) and every single weekend. Every weekend was also seeing him and only him unless I was working.
-He wouldn't ever leave anything at my house. I don't know why this bugged me but it did.
-He stayed very good friends with his ex, and the first time I ever met her was when she came up behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear 'God, I miss you so much.'
-He had a hairy chest. It just wigged me out.

I didn't realise until after, but throughout the relationship, Rocker was right. Toxic was very controlling. He didn't have many bad habits that got under my skin, he took good care of himself, and on paper he was a great guy. But my opinion never mattered. All through highschool I was known for my confidence, and suddenly I had absolutly no self-respect.

I won't go too far into this, like I said. But he was definatly the most toxic and damaging to my self-esteem. Even the cheaters weren't that bad.