by Angel
(Cleveland,Ohio)
To start, I have lost trust in my boyfriend. We were having an argument about him communicating with his ex--the woman he left for me (eventually after one year of us dating while he lived with her).
He kept telling me to be patient and wait. During that time I became pregnant. After having our son in June, he left the girl in August. He moved in. He had left her before in May and stayed with me for 4 weeks before going back to her.
During those 4 weeks he stayed in close contact with her. Still visited and went out and had sex all the while lying to me. So fast forward, we are together. I asked for communication to stop between them. He said it would, but there were still calls and texts. She called every morning at 7am and left voice mails of 5 minutes each.
One day we're arguing, and as we are she texts him. I blew my top. I yelled and screamed at him, I threw his cell in the toilet. After he got it out he threw it at me and I grabbed a pair of hair scissors and went after him. I even stuck him one good time--nothing requiring a hospital visit though.
After he restrained me he said he was leaving. But I did not want him to and at the same time I am screaming get out. He tried to pack a few things, and I cut up his clothes. He tried to go out the door and I blocked the door. I started throwing his collection of bobbleheads and signed baseballs at him. He had about 50 bobbleheads and balls. My apt security came up because he heard the noise and asked him to leave. Even after he left I still destroyed his things. All of them.
I called his voice mail and changed the outgoing message to some very vulgar and obscene things. After about 30 minutes I went from extreme anger to very sad, crying so bad I could not see straight. I got a headache and was short of breath. After I completely calmed down, I had regretted everything. I destroyed precious things of his that I could not get back. And I wanted him back.
After a week he came back. we were good for a while but started arguing again. This last time he told me a lie and stayed out all night. I checked out his story and realized he was lying again. I got out of bed and took all his clothes out of the closet and threw them into the spare room--everything he had, in a pile. I contemplated throwing them in the dumpster. I used up all his voice mail space and blasted his Facebook page. Later after a confrontation, he says that he is leaving and that I need anger management, so here I am.