The guy I dated to get over my aching heart.
The guy I always talked about on my Twitter page to convince myself how happy we were together.
The guy I was with for emotional reasons and hardly had physical relations with.
The guy I nearly got married to in the name of proving a point.
The guy who constantly reminded me how fat I was.
The guy who crushed my self esteem each day I was with him.
The guy who agreed to being friends after things didn’t work out between us.
The guy who beat the lights out of me because of his insecurities.
The guy who made me miss work for a whole week because I had so many bruises on my face and body.
The guy who damaged my hairline after pulling them out while beating me up.
The guy who went running to social networks trying to justify his actions and painting himself as a good man.
The guy who used being drunk as his reason for physically abusing me.
The guy I tried to get back with even after all the drama.
The guy who left me shocked because on the outside he looked very level headed, loving and gentle.
The guy who made me realise that not everything that glitters is gold.
The guy I will always feel sorry for because he showed how much of a weak man he really was.