He said he’d “rather lose a finger than go bald.”

—Nicole

Aftermath: He was already going bald. I should have known something was wrong when he had to sleep with a hat on. We dated for two years, long distance.

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I left him on the couch while I took a long, hot, post-jogging shower. When I emerged, he was sitting in the exact same spot. “What did you do while I was in the shower?” “Sat.” He hadn’t surfed the Internet, read a book, taken a nap. He’d sat staring into space for 20 minutes.

—Autumn

Aftermath: I tried for eight months to make it work because he was the nicest man I’d ever met. When I finally dumped him, he kicked my kitchen cupboard and broke it in two.

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It was over when she said, “I was talking to my therapist about you and she said…”

—AKK

Aftermath: It was over in 2 weeks.

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At my then-boyfriend’s house I opened a drawer to borrow a T-shirt. All the T-shirts were perfectly folded, as if ironed. I knew right then and there that I must run for my life.

—AKK

Aftermath: The relationship lasted about six hours after this.

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A few weeks into the relationship I was making tea for both of us. When I asked him how he liked it, he made a call home to his Mom to ask how many spoons of sugar to put in.

—deb

Aftermath: Lasted a few weeks longer but ended after a discussion about the way his Mom thought I should act and dress. 22 years later, he still lives with his Mom.

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