I ‘18 F’ broke it off with my ‘18 M’ Fiancée . I guess now ex fiancée. We were together for almost a year. We got close fast and I always wanted to be around him. I put my everything into him. Gave him money and time and effort. He got mad at me a lot. I’m very sensitive and I did my best to communicate and talk even when I was hurt or bawling my eyes out. He was often jealous of people looking at me. If I got a haircut or piercing without talking to him it’d be a fight. If I even talked about getting a tattoo that made me feel pretty and didn’t have any true meaning, hed shut down and get angry. If I did my makeup and dressed up a little going out with my family, I’d get a “who are you trying to look good for” or “you look nice” and then he’d be extremely dry until he got to the point where he’d blowup.I cut my hair just before I left and he was pissed. He said he didn’t like it which made me feel bad about it. He saw it in person and he said it’s not so bad but he still didn’t like it and it made me feel gross. I have problems too. I lied a few times because I got scared he’d be mad or it just slipped out because I didn’t want to fight. And I’d make it worse or I’d get insecure and think he was gonna leave me but eventually I started to learn and I got better at managing it. He got better at what he said when he was mad but he still hurt me when he was. I really need to better myself and my habits. And he does too. I did leave at a really bad time but staying would’ve still hurt so bad. He doesn’t have a place to stay right now and has no job. He can’t get one. He’s bottomed out and I want nothing more than to support him but I’ve loaded him over a thousand dollars since graduating high school. He wrecked my truck and I’m not angry at all about it because I just wanted him. I wrecked the car I had gotten after that unfortunately and I’m still paying it off. When I left he called me fat and ugly. He said no soul will ever love me. He called me an f up. He said he hopes everything’s goes to crap in my life. He called me a b. And said I stunk. He was so vile in that moment it hurt so bad. And then he apologized. And begged. And begged. That this couldn’t be the end. And that he loves me. I love him too. I want to be in his arms and to bawl. But I can’t. Not after that. But I want to so bad. Please give me some kind of advice?