I’ve been with my boyfriend for about three years. The first year seemed truly magical-everything was a little bit brighter and a little more beautiful. I think I never truly appreciated life as much as I did when I was with him. Soon though, things started to change. We constantly argued because of jealousy issues, and he threatened to break up with me numerous times. After about a year and a half of dating, my boyfriend decided that we needed to take a ‘break.’ During this time, he started dating a 14 year old girl. (We were both 18). I started seeing another guy and began to slowly get over him, but after only a couple of weeks he began begging for me back. He would write me notes and leave them in my locker, leave my favorite candy in my pockets, he got me a beautiful ring, and spend hundreds of dollars on a concert ticket for me to go together. I thought that all of this proved that he had truly changed, and I knew that I didn’t want to be with anyone else. We got back together, and the first couple of months were blissful. But he soon started taking it for granted that he had me, and he stopped acting so sweet and kind. He began telling me that I was too clingy and that I shouldn’t text him as much, and that he was tired of me always crying. Me, wanting to keep this perfect relationship the way it was, obliged, doing everything he asked. We graduated from high school, and I started working. Then things really started to change. He got a bunch of social networking profiles where all of his friends happened to be girls and his status always said he was single. There were a bunch of new girl contacts always added in his phonebook, and more than once I came across text messages from him to other girls telling them that they loved him. I was working about five days a week, and I spent each paycheck on him, doing whatever I could to make him happy. I started college in August, and things started to get better. I no longer found text messages or anything of that nature on his phone, and we seemed to be really happy. However, he would always get angry about the little things. And when he got angry, he would punch me extremely hard in the arms, legs, stomach, and back. I looked like a walking bruise. I felt that we had been through so much, and I couldn’t imagine life without him so I always accepted his apologies. By December, I had bought him a countless amount of DVD’s, records, shoes, clothes, and games. For his birthday, I used half of my life’s savings to buy him a guitar amp, along with a bunch of other things. Even though he was working, all he got me was one little dvd. It didn’t matter to me though-only his happiness did. Then, almost as fast as they went away, there were more texts from girls in his phone. There was talk of kissing, and there were sent messages from his myspace profile telling other girls they were cute. There was even a pathetic Craigslist add! Through all of this, he continued to tell me that he loved me and never wanted to be without me. Then, he decided to break up with me one night. Even though I would obviously be so much better off, I was devastated. I went home where I cried for hours, throwing all of his belongings in a box and ripping his pictures out of the frames in my room. Less than twenty minutes after we’d broken up, he texted me telling me that he loved me and that he had no idea why he did what he did. He came back and me, being an idiot, agreed to see him. After only one day, I found out that he had a contact on his phone that was listed under a guy’s name, but was really a girl. He was super secretive with the texts, and amadant that the girl didn’t find out he had a girlfriend. He yelled at me that night, cursing at me, and punching me, and telling me to never, ever look at his phone again. He happens to be the biggest liar on the face of the earth, and there are a number of witnesses to this fact. Through all the lying, fighting, screwing over, beating, and possibly cheating, I still am madly in love with him. Or maybe I’m just attached, and so used to the idea of us together and all of our memories that I don’t want to be without him. I know I should break up with him…but I feel like I could never find any other love. Help…