Welp...I fucked up. Again. Turns out, I'm a horrible judge of character, at least, initially...because this dude is seriously off his fucking rocker. I was right before about the whole controlling thing, and I'm almost positive based on what I've heard and seen so far that he'd get violent if something pissed him off badly enough. He attacked his ex with a tire iron and did 7 years in prison for it...which I literally just found out today...AFTER we already slept together. That story definitely killed the fucking mood. I wish I had decided to just leave tonight, but instead, I already said I'd stay until early morning.
And also, my job is basically fucked if I decide to leave him.
And also, my job is basically fucked if I decide to leave him.


