I remember it clearly, as i wiped the spit off my face all i could think is how did i get here? how did i get from being in a wonderful relationship, in which out dates consisted of boat rides, rose gardens, feris wheels to being called a “fat slut” and being spat at? It was then that i realised i didn’t have a great relationship, I had a boyfriend that considered me last, flirted with other girls, constantly undermined my self-esteem and pulled the wool over my eyes by bunches of flowers, kisses and romantic dates.
Just because to the world he seemed like the “perfect boyfriend” doesnt mean he was.