I can't deny that I hadn't noticed things weren't great for a while. The first time I went to visit him at university he took me to a pub quiz to meet his friends. He was a bit cocky and dominating in front of them, treating me like a possession. He made a comment about why I was wearing so much make up and laughed at me for dressing up to meet his friends. It was mean, but at the time I excused it as him just showing off in front of them. That night, he didn't want to cuddle up next to me, he was stroppy and seemed to resent me visiting. I can remember him shouting at me for turning the hair dryer on after I got out the shower in the morning.
The train journey home the next day was the first time I cried about him not wanting me anymore.
The train journey home the next day was the first time I cried about him not wanting me anymore.
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