Have you ever been with a loser?

I've been with a couple losers. The biggest loser wouldn't get a job at a fast food place or anywhere because it was "beneath" him. Hello, like doing tile is any better. So he sat around waiting for a tile job to come in while I was working 60 hour work weeks to pay the bills (while pregnant). I miscarried (I hate to say thankfully)... and while I was at my brother's house getting over what happened he took my car (he didn't even have a license) and ended up wrecking and getting stuck between to telephone polls. And then he let the people that got evicted move into our place to try to help cover the rent. When I found out what happened I called the cops on him for stealing my car, had to throw out the losers from downstairs and got him out of my life. Oh and did I mention that he was 32 and I was 23 ... 32 no license ... no job... no ambition... wanted to sit around with the insance clown posse wannabe neighbors and do coke all day. We had seperate rooms and I started locking him out. I seriously thought about killing him a few times. It was tempting. I could visualize throwing him down the stairs or beating him senseless with a skillet. That was the worst 3 months of my life.

I didn't realize he was a loser until after I was done with him. I thought he was ok up to 6months after we split. then i realized he was a loser when he tried getting into my pants again after ignoring me for a while. as for Madame Bovary, yes her hubby was a bit of a loser, but she was an awful and demanding b*tch who had idealistic, unattainable ideas of love and marriage. I feel that she set herself up for disaster with her love choices.

Yeah and Yuck it happened to me as well. He was sooo needy and just plain weird. He even got controlling toward the end. It started with little things, like why was I eating this or that, why did I not listen to this certain radio station and on and on. He had spent the night at my place once and I was getting ready for work the next morning. He came into the bathroom where I was doing my hair and threw away my hairspray. I calmly got a garbage bag and gathered whatever of his belongings were in my house and promptly threw them out the back door. I gently took him by the hand, led him to the backdoor as well and quickl shut and locked the door behind him. Nothing more was ever said between the two of us.