He was my best friend of 12 years. I suppose I let all of this happen because I believed in the romantic trope of best friends being in love. One movie in particular is love rosie. I really thought he loved me but I know now that he loved using me. Last year was one of the toughest I had in my life. I was depressed, I weighted well over 200lbs and balding. I waddled and I was huge and nothing fit me. I gained this weight actually to keep him in my life. This man constantly cheated on me. I did catch him cheating on me as if the gods wanted to expose himself to me for who he really is. He loves big girls. I mean big like 200 to 300 lbs (he stated they are easier to control) He loves thin hair and white passing Spanish girls. Most of his ex girlfriends looked like that. So I was surprised that he even chose me and I chose him for a while. I fought so hard for this relationship. I loved hi so much. Now I cannot say one nice thing he ever has done for me. I am ashamed of myself of actually believing that this is love. He was my best friend and he wont hurt me. He hurted me the most of all. The problems began after 2018. After he took my money @20,000 worth is where everything got fucked. He promised he would buy a house for the both of us and we would live off the land. He actually owns that house now. Did I happen to mention I am an immigrant by the way? I think early 2019 was one of the most difficult things I ever had to face. I have proof I gave him money. He lied to me afterwards stating that we lost the house and the money is stuck in escrow. He started to act very cold after he obtained the money. I was the root of all of our problems. Everything was my fault always. I lost my job due to having difficulties with the manager. I was scared and I literally gave away my emergency money for ‘’our house’’. I was starving. I went to bed hungry and starving. He did not help with anything. He did not pay for groceries. He fucked me while I was starving and he knew it and smirked. My relationship with my family was bad. I had no one. I went to food banks and I stole from dollar tree because I had no other way to survive. I had nothing. The audacity of this man to cum inside me and kiss other girls and treat them better. He gaslight me so much that I had a hard time with reality. I don’t know how many times he cheated on me. He has an std now afterwards called herpes. I do know That he put me through hell. I was hospitalized 9 times thanks to him. I think I was overworked and the amount of stress caused to rapidly lose a lot of weight. He never cared to visit if ever. He would only text me through his phone and I would use the wireless wifi t text him. He never lifted one finger and he never came for that. He came to torture me that’s for sure. I have more to write but this is what I can write for now.