I came across this article on the Daily Express, mentioning the worst boyfriend in Britain. It says how useless the guy in the article is about remembering anniversaries, how he treats his girlfriend and her family (by turning up late to a funeral) and by simply treating his girlfriend with complete lack of caring (by spending an anniversary in front of the x-box and by giving her as a present, a 2-for-1 voucher meal). It got me thinking: Have I had worst boyfriends than that?
I guess there are several ways for a boyfriend to be bad. I can say a few for you to put your guard up and run a mile from these bad boys:
My first boyfriend who was Brazilian was good but he was bad. He liked me and tried to be romantic, but was a complete freak for being so extremely jealous of me. He was the type that if I walked passed on the street and a man looked at me, he would get angry at me! That includes the times I didn’t even see the guy who looked at me! It was so embarrassing and frustrating to be with him, as I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong! I tried to be a good girlfriend so he would feel more trust from my end, but it didn’t work so I had to drop him.
That same Brazilian boyfriend also wanted to impose that I turned into a Jehovah Witness, even though he wasn’t properly converted himself! I am catholic and I have always tried to go to church on Sunday. Every time I took him along, he would get hung up with something the priest said or would simply take the mink out of the church. That was another reason that made me run, as I did not want to be preached by someone who wasn’t 100% committed to his own religion and neither respected mine. That was the perfect formula for disaster especially if we had kids!
Another bad date with another Brazilian (hence I am not a big fan of Brazilian men). I was dating this guy for about 8 months and one day we had an argument at the party we were at. I was going to sleep that night at his place, so I had to leave with him. But as I was still going on about the argument on the streets , he started grabbing me by the arm and dragging me along. We got to a bus stop and he was still shouting at me making me feel very embarrassed. We took a bus and then we had to get off it as it wouldn’t go to our final destination. He decided to get a taxi instead and I said I didn’t want to take it as I was a bit skint (student, you know). He said if I didn’t take it with him I would be left behind. When we got to his place, I said I was going to sleep in his sofa. All he said was “Fine”, without bothering to provide me with a blanket or anything. The following morning I left never to see him again.
English boyfriends turn! I started going out with this guy who approached me and asked me out at the gym, which is something very “unenglish” to do (some people don’t even make eye contact)! He seemed keen at first, but then I started noticing he never bothered about spending time with me on the weekends or to call me at all but only when he wanted to. One day I had my bike wheel stolen. I was really upset and texted him to hear a nice word. All he wrote back was “Boo, that is a shame”. No questions if I was okay or if I needed any help. A month later or so we broke up, and he admitted how rubbish he was when I needed him but he said he wasn’t sure if his behaviour was going to change. He kept his ways and I kept looking for someone who actually cared about me.
I started going out with another English guy and I was really excited about him as he seemed to be a religious man (we met at the church) and every time he planned a date, he would dine me and wine in some of the poshest places in London. However, one day we just went for a wonder in Greenwich and as we were having dinner there, he receives a phone call at 8:30pm on a Saturday. After that, he said he needed to get back to work! I never got my head around about his job, but it seemed to be really unsocial hours. He asked if I wanted to be dropped off back home but instead I decided to take the ferry back from Greenwich to Tower Bridge and walk back home. This way I wouldn’t feel so miserable for getting home on a Saturday night at 9pm and without a date! When I started to demand that we spent more time together, he called me needy! Is it a crime to want to spend time with your boyfriend? And by that I meant the weekends, it wasn’t even every day! I realised that he was stuck in his own ways and not very willingly to having somebody all the time around. Apparently he is still single and I am married. I wonder why.
As you can see, there are all sorts of bad behaviours out there. It makes me wonder if it has something to do with how some of these guys were raised and the traumas they had as a child. I know that some of them witnessed a broken marriage in their families. Sadly, instead of trying to do things differently for themselves, they preferred to follow the parent’s bad behaviour footsteps… Oh well, I still hope they find happiness or an extremely patient wife! By the way, not all Brazilian are rubbish but unfortunately I only had bad experiences. Likewise, I managed to find the one in a million of the nice English guys.