HATERS?

I hate the word 'hate' . . it's a horrible, rare word for me. But when it is the first word that emerges, it's a pretty obvious sign. Here is my 'story.. It is wonderful that this site is mine, as talking to 'him' is useless as he rather scream at the top of his lungs and grab a beer than sit down and actually discuss problems. So we had been friends for years, and at the beginning I was very much in love . well unfortunately my knight in shining Armour turned out to be a man where in tin-foil . . and after a few years I ended up single in a strange town(Baguio). So I started coming around and playing the good guy/friend that just wanted to hang out and go with my other friends . .To tell you the truth, I actually felt sorry for him . . last minute. . . I was a stupid girl for thinking 'gee, what's wrong with those other women!' . .well it did not take long to figure out, I just didn't want to believe it. It started out with "shots"every weekend. . .he worked out of their own bar. . .so then we started txting/calling non stop. . .ridiculous hours of the night. . sometimes drunk, either way angry i was not answering my phones. He was a master at guilt trips, but somehow he always convinced me in the end I was just being 'bitter' and not letting anyone get close to me. I was so angry. . that I considered maybe he was right. Stupid me. Then his prince charming side came back around. . .he was convincing and kind, out going, romantic, gentleman, mature . .etc. . . I was hesitant. . .but also weighing my options and trusting him, it seemed like a smart choice. Then the controlling behavior started..