It was my first year of college, I was 18 and he was 23.We met at his work, he was the sexy Nigerian model who wanted to be a pharmacist. We started dating, dinner, drinks, parties. I met his friends, he met mine. We became close instantly.and we're almost inseparable, he literally slept over nearly every night. But one day, 4 months later as we were celebrating Christmas together. When I get a Facebook message. It's from his girlfriend, the one who went away to Florida for a semester abroad. She wanted to know if he was messing around with other girls.... I didn't know about her. I had never heard of her. I wasn't good enough at stalking him I guess. I told her honestly about everything. I felt bad. I was utterly shocked. The first real man in my life was a lying cheating scum bag. I called him and I started to cry. He asked if I told her about us and when I said of course I had, he called me a home wrecker. I wrecked his happy home with this chick who I had know idea about. He became a fucking jerk. Calling me one minute to apologize and tell me he never meant to hurt me and then the next minute to tell me how aweful I am. I was confused and frankly o was heartbroken. The stupid girl ended up getting back together with him and when he got her pregnant he left her. 

 He calls me occasionally to apologize and ask for sex. I ignore him and he never stops. I don't understand how I could've been so blind. How I could be hurt like that. How he could feel so entitled. How someone could hurt and keep on hurting.