I had been living with my boyfriend for five years. It was his house and he made it clear that everything was his. He was also the only one who was allowed to make the rules. He would always tell me what to do but I wasn't supposed to tell him what to do or ask any questions about what he did. He wanted to know every single thing about me, even my thoughts and he wanted to be able to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and never tell me anything. He would get mad whenever he felt like it and would yell at me but I was not allowed to ever raise my voice to him or get mad at anything ever. I tried talking to him about how things were not right and changes needed to be made but he always put me off. He would always be late getting home and wouldn't call me. I would call him and he would be at a friend's house drinking and would tell me that he would be home in twenty minutes. When a couple of more hours had passed, I would call him again and he would say the same thing. Once he said he had to go to Mexico on business and would be back by ten but he ended up coming home at one in the morning. When I tried to ask him where he had been and with whom, he just laughed and said that I couldn't prove anything. Finally, I decided I had to do something that would get his attention so I moved out. We continued to see each other for about nine months and then he told me he had been seeing someone else. He claims he wasn't cheating while I was living with him but I think he was. He told me he was not going to break up with her but he still wanted to see me. I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He still calls and he came to my house on Valentines day and brought me a rose and tried to get me to have sex with him but he wouldn't say he broke up with the other girl so I told him to leave. He says it's my fault he started seeing someone else because I "kicked him to the curb". I think he is just a conceited jerk who thinks he should have more than one woman. Was I wrong to move out?
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