This story has a lot of red flags in it for what this relationship was: unhealthy and toxic. Nevertheless, this story frequently enters my mind from time to time because it has certain elements in it that get me going even though these events took place about 15 years ago.
It was a long week. Stressful hours in the office and bad sleep. This was the summer of 2008 and it was hot and humid. Friday finally rolls around and when I got home I was pretty tired. It wasn’t my intention to fall asleep early, but I guess my eyes were heavy and I drifted off. I had plans to hang out with friends, but those plans faded away as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I had been dating this girl, let’s call her C (I have another story of her in my history that I wrote for r/hotpast), for about a year and a half. Things were a bit rocky and we had split and gotten back together again, but things were still tenuous in our relationship.