The Whore’s Boyfriend: Our Dysfunctional Relationship
I’m not sure if I believe in love or not. Depends on my mood, I suppose. I was in love with someone else when I met my boyfriend of the past year and a half, and it took me a long time to get past that. I was a junior in school and was recently recovering from something that, to me at the time, was pretty tragic: I had ranaway from home with a boy who I absolutely adored, and then we had almost been killed by my ex boyfriend and his friends. When J started talking to me, it was through Facebook, but I had seen him at school my freshmen year, when he was a senior, and I had also caught glimpses of him at parties I attended with my previous boyfriend. We became friends, and he made me laugh and helped to take my mind off things. He was definitely in the friend zone at first…I wasn’t ready to enter another relationship yet. Then my grandma, who I was closer to than anyone on earth and who had practically raised me, passed away. It was expected, but it still sent my world crashing down. But J was there for me, and he spent time with me and my little sister, helping us to be happy even in this devastating time. I began to develop feelings for him. What amazed me about him was that he never tried to seduce me. He never even hinted at sex. We kissed sometimes, but he never pushed me. In fact, I decided to try to get him to sleep with me, just to test him, and he usually rejected me. It irriated me, but it made me respect him, too. Over time, I cracked his willpower, and he did sleep with me even though we weren’t dating yet.After though, I was upset and grew angry with him, refusing to speak to him for a couple of days even as he begged me to talk to him, but then I realized how irrational I was being, and resumed our friendship. The night before Christmas
Eve that year, I asked him out, and we began dating, to the irriation of many of my exs and his family. I don’t think I was ready for a committed relationship, and I acted very immature sometimes, but he put up with it. We argued quite a bit, but we always made up, because he was too stubborn to just let me walk away. I noticed soon that he had a volatile temper, and would lash out if provoked too much, which scared me because my ex had hit me a few times, and I didn’t really want to go down that road again.
Like I said though, I was in love with someone else when me and J first got together. An azured eyed pretty boy, who was almost killed because of me and whose mother had relocated him to Vegas just to keep him away from me. I didn’t realize then that this guy had played me and lied to me, and we started talking again. I had always been honest with J about my feelings for this boy, and he knew how much love and anguish existed there. (This boy was not the guy who had hit me- that was the guy who attacked us when we ranaway.) Anyway, I went all the way to Vegas to see him, leaving J heartbroken, but soon got caught and sent back home. Me and J ended up back together, although I had to see him with another girl for awhile first, and all was fine. He was really romantic, at times, making picnics for me up on the hill and renting musicals for us to watch. He tried to be nice to my family, and cooked for us sometimes, and we were together almost everyday. Then the summer came, and I started drinking alcohol, to mostly drown my feelings and so I didn’t have to admit that I was a failure for dropping out of school. Me drinking eventually led to me being thrown out of my house, and J tried to help me, but his family detested me and he too ended up homeless. Then I found out about backpage, and a million other awful things happened, but I ended up being an escort and we lived in a hotel together. When we were homeless, we had broken into an abandoned house and stayed there, after having lived with friends, but we were caught and arrested, a fact which was well publicized online.
Me being an escort has always put a strain on the relationship. What kind of guy is okay with his girlfriend sleeping with other guys? I know he didn’t want me to do it at first. I know it bothers him almost as much as it does me. I also know, that he likes the money. Yes, there have been days when he has forced me to work, even though I didn’t want to, but that hasn’t happened in awhile. The night we got busted though? He was mad at me and was getting a client there to punish me. Too bad we both ended up in jail. Every time we have an argument, it’s the first thing to get thrown up in my face. “You fuck thousands of guys, of course I’m not attracted to you,” “You’re just a whore,” etc. All kinds of hurtful things that he swears later he didn’t mean. He handles the texting a lot, and the pricing…I wonder how he does it. The thought of him with another girl is impossibly frightening to me, and knowing he’s as possesive and jealous as me, I don’t see how he can do what he does. He makes it harder on me though, barely letting me drink, not letting me ever hang out with clients as friends, not wanting me to have guy friends even my old ones, keeping me away from drugs (although that one may be a good thing), and often cursing out people over text, just because he loses his temper. Still, we go on dates and we play videogames together and take silly pictures and we tell each other most of our feelings and try to stay in love.
There’s a dark side to him, too. He can be very verbally and physichally abusive when he finally explodes. I never know just when it may happen, but I always end up in tears,begging him to stop. I believe he loves me, and that he genuinely is making an effort to stop that behavior, but I’m always walking on eggshells, worried that he’ll lapse back into that cruel nature of his. I can be hard to live with at times, but so can he…we’re both pretty messed up people. No one would believe what a monster he could be if they just saw us together 99% of the time, but he can be pure evil. He virtually blacks out, and flips, and although he apologizes and usually calms down fairly quick, I do worry for my life. It hasn’t happened in awhile, and no matter what you tell me, I’m not likely to leave, but I’d be lying about my life if I didn’t explain our relationship truthfully…he’s a big part of who I am.
Sometimes I do leave. I always come back. How can you say he doesn’t love me, when most of the time he struggles to make me happy, nurtures me when I’m sick, and puts up with so many things I do wrong. I believe in our relationship, at least to some degree. It’s not perfect, but it’s the only thing I really have to hold on to anymore. At least he knows me inside and out, more so than anyone else does. I’m not sure we’ll be together forever, or end up married, or what. I’m smart enough to know how unhealthy this is, and still I choose to stay. Just another sad part of my warped little world…