Guide to dating a drug dealer

He went off to college, and I began senior year as truly single for the first time in years.I even sort of began to heal, but I was so scared of the possibility that maybe Tom was my one and only true love and I’d never have a boyfriend again (dramatic, I know, but it was a real possibility in my mind) that we got back together.He still had the same interests and sense of humor, but his compassion and ability to think about my feelings and how much he was hurting me seemed to disappear as time went on.Needless to say, we fought for months before breaking up.That didn’t stop him from asking me out (through IM), though, so we became Facebook official.Naturally, a whole collection of problems comes with a relationship in which neither party can hold an interesting conversation with the other.

He was the only one who didn’t smoke, and he told me endless stories about how stupid it made them and how their personalities changed once they started smoking.

Then, at some point during my sophomore year, the dynamic switched: I clearly became the clingier of the two of us. To this day, I don’t know what I did to them to make them dislike me so much.

Admittedly, I was that girlfriend who would send dozens of texts an hour, even if Tom was with friends. My friends liked him enough when we first started going out, but they quickly changed their minds after he hurt me the first time.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I came back from a three-week vacation out of the country with no cell service or Internet and found out through one of my best friends that the straightedge boyfriend I left behind was long gone. I got physically ill when I heard that news, and night after night we fought until he finally broke up with me.

We (of course) got back together a month later, but all the trust that I had in him was gone.