He Needed Brain Surgery

1. He wanted to have sex no less than five times a day, every day. When (after a month of this) I finally said no, he slammed his head into the wall repeatedly until he passed out.

2. While he was at work, I left him a note explaining that I was going to be rollerblading at the park with his friend. After he left work, he came and found us only to scream at me, call me a slut and tell me that if I wanted to date/fuck his friend so badly, I should just get on with it.

3. I was recovering from surgery on my eighteenth birthday. He tried to grope and fondle me as soon as we left the hospital and when I explained, for obvious reasons, that I wasn’t in the mood, he paused and said, “Well, you feel okay enough to give me a blowjob, right?”