My first boyfriend was 17 when I met him and he already had an alcohol problem. I didn't mind it so much the first year but for the three years following was a different story. He hit, he yelled, he did everything in his power to control my every move and I was stupid enough to let him do it because I was sure that it was his way of showing that he loved me. I finally wised up right before my 20th birthday and got the hell away from him and I haven't looked back.

I thought fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me and I was right. I haven't dated another "bad boy" but, now I tend to find the depressed type or the momma's boys. I guess it's better than being physically abused but, it's certainly emotionally draining.

One of these days I'm gonna find a guy who has got his life together and doesn't express his love with slaps to the face or severe emotional baggage.

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