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OK, I had a couple of stupid relationships because I am too trusting. The guys seemed to enjoy using me and I was stupid enough to let them use me.
Anyway, DJ was the my biggest mistake. He was an American guy, working for the Army in Germany. I met him end of 2001 - some months after my dad died - at a club. He was nice enough, was dressed good, I enjoyed the small talk with him. Then I made the first mistake. I went to a hotel room with him, trusting him, he wouldn't hit on me (like he promised). WRONG!!!! I spare you the details but he fell asleep on me. I should have run the next day. I didn't. I started dating him. I lived about 2 1/2 hours away from him. Over the next months the drama developed. I spent every weekend with him. He would get upset if I didn't. I either came to his place, or picked him up to my place (yes, I drove back and forth to pick him up). When together we didn't do much. He enjoyed watching horror movies and children cartoons ( :wtf: ). When he couldn't reach my on my cell he would get upset. I never cheated on him, I never lied to him. He didn't believe me (Oh yeah, that is what you are telling me" - in a tone that showed he didn't believe me). His job position was bad. He didn't make much money, what he made he had to pay as child support for his 2 or 3 children. He got kicked out of his apt and slept in the hotel on the Army base. He started to ask for money. I gave it to him. I gave a lot to him, trusting, he would pay it back. WRONG!!! In July 2002 we went on vacation together to Monroe, LA to visit his family. It was a horror trip. He treated me like bullshit, was bossy, never let me decide anything. I paid for the whole trip. I paid for the rental car, I paid for the hotel because his sister's house was infested by cockroaches. I even got bitten by those nasty bugs. The whole house was nasty. We went to Mobile, AL for a short trip, to get away from his family (which he hasn't seen in 10 years because he couldn't afford the trip). It was the first anniversary of my dad's dead. He promised that I would have a wonderful day, that we would do what I want. WRONG. I wanted to go to eat at Red Lobster (flame away). THe restaurant wasn't open yet so we went to on of those gambling ships on shore. He was a gambler (guess what he needed all that money for I gave him). I am not enjoying that stuff. But I played a bit but then wanted to go. He didn't. He drank while playing. I finally got him away from the machines late in the evening. He was pissed at me, acted like a little boy. We went to an IHOP because we haven't eaten all evening. He started accusing me, I am no fun to be with, I am a spoilsport etc. That night I honestly was thinking of leaving him there and getting in the car and drive away. I didn't. The next day he was sick from all the drinking the night before. We went to New Orleans. It wasn't much fun. After we got home from that horror trip I got a letter at home, offering me the position I am in right now. I thought through everything and broke up with him. At one point I met with him again, we talked about everything and got back together. BIG MISTAKE!!! Nothing changed. He acted like before, treating me like shit. I felt more and more under pressure, being unhappy. I called him every evening, he never called me. But if I didn't call he would get upset. I moved to Frankfurt end of September 2002 (without my furniture). We talked about him moving in with me. End of October, begin of November my family and friends helped me move in my furniture. DJ also. He found a couple pictures of old bf's in an old purse (I didn't use anymore). He got so upset about it, he left the house. I didn't understand the big issue. They were the past, I never looked at those pictures, but I didn't throw them away. That is what he asked me for. I told him I threw them away but I never did. Some weeks later he came to my place (during the week). Or better, I picked him up and drove back to Frankfurt with him (the commute was now 2 hours one way). That evening he asked me if he satisfied me in bed. I said pretty much. He asked why only that. I told him that 3 positions in the dark in the bedroom aren't really satisfying for me. His answer "Oh, so you are more the freaky kind." :wtf: The next morning I went to work, feeling depressed all day. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see him. I was thinking the whole day. When I went home, I broke up with him.
I was so relieved. It was like a big heavy stone fell off me. I felt free again, I felt myself again. There was another incident a year later but I spare you that. Only one more thing: whenever I see him which happens really seldom, my blood pressure is rising. I am an even tempered person but when I see DJ I get so upset I can't hold to myself and start screaming at him. I never saw my money again. I never will. When I asked him about it, he made bullshit excuses.
What I learned from that: I will never give myself up for another man. I am never lending money to another person anymore. I still don't know why I stayed in that relationship for almost a year.
Thank you for reading. I know it was long. But I felt like telling.
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