Oof. We’ll call him Pretentious Todd. Pretentious Todd waved red flags practically every day.
Here are a few examples.
I dated Pretentious Todd my freshman year of college. I learned later than our relationship was nothing but red flags. I was young and didn’t know any better.
Pretentious Todd had a problem with being jealous of homework. You read that right. He was jealous when I had homework I needed to do instead of hanging out with him. I tried to compromise and do homework with him, as we were in some of the same classes. But Pretentious Todd always had… other plans… plans I was very uncomfortable with at the time. But I ignored his super clinginess and pressure because he convinced me that I the one who was weird.
He also explained to me at one point of his grandiose plans of no longer being a virgin by his Next Birthday. His birthday would have been less than three months after we started dating. And I was nowhere near ready for that.
Flags. Flags. Flags.
On our two month anniversary he took me to his childhood home, introduced me to his parents, and showed me his childhood bedroom where he had about a dozen paintings he made of vagina flowers. Think Frida Kahlo, but very explicit and bad.
The next day Pretentious Todd broke up with me because I was “not good for his mental health.”
I just kind of said “okay” and asked if I could go. He then complained to our mutual friends that I didn’t cry and beg for him back.
He also wrote a song about me that I thankfully never heard, but he played it for all of our friends.
-E.A.
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