Biggest fuckwit in the world
I deeply regret going out with a complete knobhead who goes by the name of Fuckwit (ok, ok so maybe that's not his REAL name but it should have been so that is why me and pals re-christened him with the appropraite tag). I met Fuckwit many moons ago at uni and all seemed well - lots of laughs and good times and we started "going out". All was well, though he did demonstrate some odd highly strung tendencies, such as huffing off in the night when I'd had a row with one of our flatmates (yep, I made the mistake of living with the nonce as well) and he couldn't handle the fact that he didn't have the balls to stand up for me. But I just let those kind of things slip.

So, things started getting a bit weird and i realised that he wasn't just highly strung - he was nuts. As in psycho. As in total schizo.

First off, he starts with the "where are you going?", "who did you talk to today at uni?", "who was that man you spoke to?" etc etc. Then he'd go through receipts to see what I'd been spending MY money on. Again, I thought it was a bit odd but nothing really to worry about. He upped his game by resorting to personal attacks - he'd tell me I was fat (I weighed 7 stone), tell me I was ugly, criticise my clothes, especially when I was about to go out, tell me to drop out of uni because I'd never pass. It had such a devastating affect on my confidence. He played on my insecurities and it worked. It was a gradual thing so by the time I realised what was happening it was too late - my confidence to leave was zapped.

It came to a head when he spiked my drink with some form of sedative on a night out, took me home, left me there alone (with me drifting in and out of consciousness and not knowing what the hell was happening to me) and then telling his friends that I was an alcoholic and making his life a nightmare!! So naturally, they started making my life hell too.

Anyway, my friends and family sorted me out and 3 months after kicking the skinny, weasly little scrote to the kerb I was back to my usual self. I got my degree, got a job, and, as my best friend told me, I got my sparkle back. He, however, is still a skinny, weasly scrote.

Oops, I rambled on quite a bit but it's good for the soul :-)
(angelica666, Fri 6 Oct 2006, 15:35, Reply)