OMG what a fun thread. This is really old but fun!

My first love shall remain nameless. I call him Fat B_ _ _ _ _ _ (fill in the blank, think Austin Powers movie). I haven't said his real name out loud in years. We started dating when we were 16. On our first date, we went to see the movie "Titanic," which had just opened in the theatres. He was wonderful at first, but it all changed after the first year. He became very controlling and verbally abusive. It only got worse when I went off to college at the University of Kentucky and he went to the University of Findlay, four hours away. He used to call and 'check up' on me constantly, and couldn't handle the thought of my making new friends. For me, the last straw was in the second semester of my freshman year, when I came home from class one day to find 21 messages on my answering machine from him, filled with swear words and screams about what an awful person I was for going out with someone else (which, by the way, I never did. I was just at class! Amazing how a person's mind plays tricks on them.) I ended our 2 1/2 year relationship right then and there. It really messed me up for a while.

Boys are stupid!

Fortunately, I found a great guy three years ago and we're still together!