My live-in boyfriend didn’t come home when he said he would. When he finally showed up, he was quite intoxicated. When I asked him where he had been he proceeded to choke me.

— eddie

Aftermath: I kicked his butt to the curb and to this day he wonders why.

My boyfriend of almost 8 years didn’t work for the better part of 6. We ended up living at his mom’s house, where he didn’t help clean, cook, or anything. We couldn’t move out because I couldn’t pay for a place and support the mama’s boy.

— Sarah

Aftermath: I provoked him into a drunken fight and let him kick me out. I went on a date with a guy from work the next night and we were married 4 months later. Still happily married to a real man.

Together 4 years. Lived together. Engaged to be married. He didn’t come home for the weekend and stayed at his parents’ house. I didn’t even know we had an issue. That weekend I ran into him at a gas station. I stood right next to him and asked what was up. He ignored me. Wouldn’t even look at me. I was devastated.

— Lisa

Aftermath: Broke up that Monday. He tried to get back together with me later but I was already dating someone else. We’re still together 5 years later. He has been single since. Can’t say I’m unhappy about it.

My boyfriend and I had been together for about three years with the last year being really rocky. One night I woke up to find him laying on top of me. In his sleep, he had rolled over onto my side of the bed and was smothering me. I realized that was just another symptom of how selfish and oblivious he was to my needs.

— Saquah

Aftermath: I continued to try to make things work for another couple of months. I finally made a clean break when he told me he was sleeping with someone else but that we could continue to sleep together as long as I didn’t confuse it with us being in a relationship. I changed my locks, sold his clothes and left the state for a week. We never spoke again.

He called me every name in the book, from stupid to fat-*ss to the C-word. He apologized for calling me a fat *ss.

— fbgroup101

Aftermath: I decided and accepted that he was truly mentally ill and there was no fixing it. I made my exit in every other way possible before the actual physical one took place. I don’t wish him on anyone else, but better them than me.