This guy I used to date would tell me I was too fat.
Then I was too skinny for him.
Not funny enough.
Didn’t have a personality.
His hand on my chest, crushing bicep around my throat. Shoved me around.
I lost consciousness a few times…
he told me to stop pretending.
Didn’t have an ass.
I should get implants.
I should be happy with my body.
I should gain weight.
No you should still lose some more.
I should date someone who treats me well.
Then he came crawling back but the biggest difference this time?
I didn’t let him in again.