Daily Prompt Tainted Love

I don’t usually do daily prompts but something about this one made me think of something in my distant past.

Daily Prompt: Tainted Love by Krista

Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell us your best worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.

No editing…. Here goes

I should have seen in coming.  Actually, I probably did see it coming, but I loved him with all my heart.  Looking back on it now, with my middle-aged brain, it was doomed from the start.

I was 29 and feeling very vulnerable following a very bad time in my life.  Andrew was 28 and already separated from a wife and three young children.  Yes, I know, I can hear those alarm bells now, but they are 21 years too late.

We met through mutual friends.  He was a tall blond attractive bloke who seemed eager to become friends.  I had been single for 3 years and remember that eagerness to meet someone and settle down.

In his eager pursuit of romance, he made me feel special.  The memories of the silly romantic gestures are too embarrassing to own up to now, but let’s just say I was wined, dined and showered with gifts.  How could I resist?

Our friendship meant the most to me.  We enjoyed the 90’s pubbing and clubbing scene and then the quiet nights in.  It wasn’t long before I was packing up my flat and moving into his place.

What hadn’t occurred to me was his baggage.  His sexuality was tearing him away from his soon to be ex-wife and three very young children.  At the time, I didn’t appreciate the torment he must have been going through.

At first, I was supportive.  I did understand his depression, but I made the mistake of becoming too forgiving of the escalating verbal abuse.

It all moved up a notch one night when we were travelling home and having an almighty argument in the car.  He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere, opened the passenger door, pushed me out and then screeched off, leaving me stranded in the pitch darkness.

Over the 5 years we were together, I lost count of the number of times he threw me out onto the street.  The hurt and humiliation is still quite powerful today.

Each episode ended with him on his knees begging forgiveness, more gifts and more broken promises.

He eventually wanted to live apart, one of those “trial separations/but really I’m cheating” scenario’s.  By now I could see it coming.  It was like an obsession that was breaking my heart, I couldn’t give him up, even when I discovered he was cheating.  He was a slut

One weekend, he wanted to spend time at my flat in Glasgow.  He was looking forward to a good weekend, but I had something different in mind.  Revenge.  We partied until the early hours and then went for a drive into the countryside, to our favourite spot overlooking Glasgow with beautiful views of the stars.  This time we were in my car.

When he went for a pee, I knew it was now or never, he had it coming.  Something wicked but bravely strong forced me to drive off and leave him stranded under the stars.

It took me a long time to get over him and the abuse, but I never did see or speak to Andrew again.