GLORIA'S POV.....
Men suck! And I repeat, men suck!
They have dicks but they are dicks themselves!
Who needs them?
Well, the question is, why did I think I needed them?
Why did I always get the wrong one?
It seems like I have never said yes to the right guy.
Or maybe there are just no right guys?
I always either got loved too much, or too little.
Never been loved right.
Bad luck got me all messed. Bad luck when it comes to love.
Blind trust, blind love, everything.
Here I was in the same situation, a relationship ended again.
A relationship I thought would last forever.
I dreamt of marriage, children, growing old together.
This love was just like the previous ones, the same demons, different faces.
It was not because he cheated on me or didn't get loved me enough.
It was because he was suffocating me.
This time, I was loved too much I couldn't breathe.
He was obsessed with me and it took forever for me to realize this was not healthy.
I was blinded by trust and love at first. But slowly, my eyes opened.
It was an obsessive, possessive love.
He constantly kept tabs on me, I had to tell him before going anywhere.
And if I didn't, I was accused of cheating on him.
He threw that word on me so many times.
If he called me, and I was in class or maybe somewhere where I couldn't answer, he got very paranoid.
He would come find me immediately where I told him I'd be.
He would make a scene, scream at me, then drag me home with him.
I would get mad at how he never trusted me and we would fight about it.
The moment he saw me getting extremely angry, he would give me some make up sex which would make me forgive him.
I guess our relationship hanging by a thread called sex.
Not that it was mind blowing, he actually skipped foreplay so many times and I would rarely get mine.
Its just that, angry sex was the only time he gave me what I needed.
But he never changed.
There was a time we went to dinner.
We ended up not even getting our seat after he punched a waiter for smiling at me.
He came to Andrew, well, we call him Andy, and I to ask us if we had a reservation.
He was smiling and nice so it made me smile at him in return.
"Are you flirting with my girl? Huh!" Despite the waiter trying to calm him damn and explain himself that he wasn't because he really wasn't, he got a punch on his face that left him with a bloody nose.
Andy was lucky he didn't get arrested. But we were kicked out and banned from the hotel.
He yelled at me the entire ride home accusing me of flirting back at the waiter because I smiled back at him.
Despite me trying to reason with him.
Tell him I was just being friendly, but soon it was clear I couldn't win this fight.
I never won with him, even when I was right.
I had to cut every man off my life who wasn't related to me by blood, any girl he felt was 'a bad influence on me.'
I was turned into a puppet.
He was controlling my every move.
But the waiter incident was what made me think twice about this relationship.
I finally fought back which took him by surprise.
But realizing this, he manipulated me into forgiving him. I still don't remember how but in seconds I was naked, legs open, screaming his name.
I really thought you could just get up and leave from a mentally, emotionally abusive relationship.
I was so naive.
I will never judge a woman for not immediately walking away from an abusive man. I was one of them.
He never admitted when he was wrong. He always emotionally abused me, intimidated into taking the blame.
Everyone warned me about the bad relationship I was in. If only I listened.
Andy was extremely possessive. I was his property that belonged to him and him alone and no one was allowed near me. Even my friends stayed away from me when he was around. They did not want any trouble.
If I was at my parents' he would constantly call demanding for my attention like he couldn't even go a day without me. If I didn't give him my attention guess what? It was because I was with another man.
He was controlling, manipulative and possessive.
I felt a needed to be away from him to actually get time to ask myself if i wanted this anymore.
There was no signs of things getting better here. They were getting worse really.
When I asked for a break, he refused and locked me in the house for an entire week without a phone and anyway to reach anyone.
It was just him and me. And he was 'giving me time to change my mind.'
But that only made my decision stronger. I stopped being attracted to him after and he was like a repellant.
I had to lie that I didn't want a break anymore so we I could finally get my phone back but I still wasn't allowed to leave despite me missing school and work at the hotel.
I immediately called my Dad.
He got me out of that house.
Long story short, I moved out of our apartment and back to my parents.
He could keep it. I needed my peace and freedom back.
Andy didn't take it well and kept trying to get to me, whether I wanted him near me or not.
I had blocked him. But he just got a new number.
Blocked that again, he got a new one.
Changed my number but somehow, he got it and spammed me with calls.
Him constantly trying to approach and threatening me, trying to force me to take him back had my dad help me get a restraining order.
He promised to shoot him if he saw him near me.
That at least settled things now.
He stopped 'accidentally' running into me and calling me 100 times a day even after I don't answer.
That was three months ago.
I had to beg my parents to let me move out and get a place for myself.
I had to drive two hours to school and back everyday from home and I wanted to at least be close to school.
They, especially mum, were still afraid Andy might bother me and didn't want me living alone.
The first option was to live with my best friend Tina but she already had another roommate. I felt we would crowd. Even if she was okay with me and her sharing a bed, her apartment may not be big enough for the three of us.
And my parents didn't want me to get a place alone. They said I had to live with someone.
So when I saw an advert on the newspaper about a girl who was renting a room in her apartment, I showed my parents hoping they will finally let me take this one because I won't be alone.
Looking at where it was located, they agreed. It was in a gated neighborhood. A fancy building.
I was now 20 years old but they treated me like a child.
The girl's name was Destiny Black, she was 28 years old.
I went alone, thankfully, to her apartment.
She gave me a tour.
I got my own bedroom, bathroom with a bathtub and mirrors on the wall.
There was a walk in closet and a balcony for me.
I had a huge bed for me I could sleep with four people comfortably.
The apartment had a big living room, huge TV, white couch and carpet.
She had a kitchen with a huge counter.
Her apartment was quite fancy. She seemed to love white so much as everything was white.
Not too big for two. And too big for one.
I loved this place. And i wanted to move in with her. She liked me and she didn't reject me.
We sat down and talked. Agreed on some ground rules and came to an agreement. So, I pay my rent for the room and we took turns buying groceries.
I loved cooking so I was down for that.
I immediately paid the first six months even before moving in.
I liked Destiny, she was a nice girl and so easy going.
And she was very pretty i must admit. She must be dating,
Finally, I could get out of home, not take forever to get to school and have some independence again.
I did work part time so I was capable of paying for my stuff without my parent's help. Even though they always sent me money every week from the moment i moved out so i wouldn't lack anything.
I was their only child,maybe that's why they kept spoiling me until now.