It’s been 3 years since the first thread.
http://www.thecoli.com/threads/the-moment-you-knew-your-relationship-was-over-coli-edition.358803/
So, I know some of y’all been in and out of relationships. But don’t worry, I’m not here to judge.
So, to kick this shyt off, I guess I’ll go first. I’ll make it short as possible.
Warning: This post is full of Ls (Mainly me
)
I knew the relationship was over when he went to his friend’s house, I didn't miss him or cared if he came back. That and I didn’t want to come home from work at one point.
It happened gradually. He started off working hard, was being nice, etc. But then it changed. he stopped due to his stab wounds hurting. So, I said ok, I understand. I have never been stabbed multiple times, so who was I to judge?
But, He wasn’t motivated to do anything except play video games, cooking (not a bad thing btw, but as you know. Relationship takes more than that) and sex.
it lasted for a year. He cooked, cleaned the house (when he wanted) and even when he did, he always found something to bytch about. Even when I tried to help him get his shyt together, he was complaining. If he didn’t get his way, he switched up quick. Got messy, manipulative, guilt-tripping, etc. Plus, I overlooked more red flags (Prior to our meeting). He was living with his baby moms, wasn’t motivated to do any better when they broke up etc. Much more, but I’m not going to bore anyone with details. I should’ve known better, but you live and learn.
I tried talking to him about the issues I had with him, but he always had an excuse for everything it seemed. Plus, I didn’t feel or think we were compatible as partners. I tried to fix it. I tried to bring up our problems, but every time I did it ended in an argument (usually him getting defensive). Eventually, I got tired of getting blamed for shyt I didn’t do or for the decisions he made. It was everyone's fault except his.
I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't take being a verbal punching bag or getting blamed, manipulated, paying for everything (except food in the house – and that’s even debatable), not being heard or listened to, or dismissed of my thoughts just because I was 22 and he was 40 (his words)
So, at that point. I stopped trying to fix anything. It was my happiness or his, and honestly - my happiness went down faster than a hoe on her knees.
I decided finally to end it and I have no regrets.
TLDR: shyt started off good, I thought he was good but instead was the opposite. He used me, I got tired so I broke it off. No regrets.
http://www.thecoli.com/threads/the-moment-you-knew-your-relationship-was-over-coli-edition.358803/
So, I know some of y’all been in and out of relationships. But don’t worry, I’m not here to judge.
So, to kick this shyt off, I guess I’ll go first. I’ll make it short as possible.
Warning: This post is full of Ls (Mainly me
)I knew the relationship was over when he went to his friend’s house, I didn't miss him or cared if he came back. That and I didn’t want to come home from work at one point.
It happened gradually. He started off working hard, was being nice, etc. But then it changed. he stopped due to his stab wounds hurting. So, I said ok, I understand. I have never been stabbed multiple times, so who was I to judge?
But, He wasn’t motivated to do anything except play video games, cooking (not a bad thing btw, but as you know. Relationship takes more than that) and sex.
it lasted for a year. He cooked, cleaned the house (when he wanted) and even when he did, he always found something to bytch about. Even when I tried to help him get his shyt together, he was complaining. If he didn’t get his way, he switched up quick. Got messy, manipulative, guilt-tripping, etc. Plus, I overlooked more red flags (Prior to our meeting). He was living with his baby moms, wasn’t motivated to do any better when they broke up etc. Much more, but I’m not going to bore anyone with details. I should’ve known better, but you live and learn.
I tried talking to him about the issues I had with him, but he always had an excuse for everything it seemed. Plus, I didn’t feel or think we were compatible as partners. I tried to fix it. I tried to bring up our problems, but every time I did it ended in an argument (usually him getting defensive). Eventually, I got tired of getting blamed for shyt I didn’t do or for the decisions he made. It was everyone's fault except his.
I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't take being a verbal punching bag or getting blamed, manipulated, paying for everything (except food in the house – and that’s even debatable), not being heard or listened to, or dismissed of my thoughts just because I was 22 and he was 40 (his words)
So, at that point. I stopped trying to fix anything. It was my happiness or his, and honestly - my happiness went down faster than a hoe on her knees.
I decided finally to end it and I have no regrets.
TLDR: shyt started off good, I thought he was good but instead was the opposite. He used me, I got tired so I broke it off. No regrets.
and you know what, he right."
So I guess he took out out, bust a nut in your face and wont answer the phone? 
