Readers of "Why Does He Do That?" - Lundy Bancroft

I'd like to share a story about chocolate. This is a real story that happened to me in 2009 when the man of my dreams moved halfway across the country, straight into my apartment and began to suffocate my life.

I arrived home from work one afternoon and was in a wonderful mood. As I skipped in the door I said a cheerful "hello baby, how are you? I'm soooooooo hungry - do we have anything to eat in the fridge?". To which he replied "we have chocolate in the fridge". He didn't...

My 30th birthday was daunting. I wasn't where I wanted to be in life and I was feeling like a failure.

The shining light was that "the man of my dreams" had recently moved to my hometown to be in a relationship with me only 1 month prior. This at least gave me hope.

A couple of weeks before my birthday he asked me what I'd like. Being mindful that he had only recently moved and was unemployed I told him I didn't want him to spend a lot of money. He protested saying it ...

One day he came home with a money tin he'd bought from the dollar store. He'd had a fabulous idea to save our coins so we'd be able to go away on a great holiday somewhere together. It sounded like a good idea, something very sweet you do when you're in couplesville. He really sold the idea to me. Like the ring for my birthday he went on and on about it.

I should point out now - the tin was HUGE! I'm sure if we'd kept piling our money into it we'd have had an easy $5000.