I met this guy two years ago ,and it’s honestly hard to put this whole experience into words. I've heard people say many times that Lebanese men are red flags, but I never believed in generalizing. I like to judge people as individuals. But that changed after being with him. At first he came off as really caring, checking in on me, wanting to know where I was, making sure I was okay. And I’m not ignoring that part of him. He did care. But slowly, that care started turning into control. What I wore, where I went, who I talked to! everything became a problem or something he felt entitled to comment on. The emotional control showed up even more during arguments. Every time we fought, he always dragged my parents or my family into it, cursing at them and crossing boundaries that should never be crossed. No matter how angry I get, I never involve someone’s family in an argument. To me, that’s a line you simply don’t cross. This time, he went further than ever before. He started speaking badly about my brother, accusing him of stealing my money. That accusation alone pushed me over the edge. In a moment of anger, I snapped back and said that if his family behaves in a certain way and he assumes all families are like that, then that’s his issue not mine. Instead of stopping, he escalated it in the worst possible way. He made disgusting comments about my parents! fully aware that my dad passed away just a couple months ago. That moment shattered something inside me. I’ve never felt this combination of rage, pain, and disbelief in my life.I’m not someone who wishes harm on others, but I won’t lie what he said brought out emotions I’ve never experienced before. I was hurt, furious, and completely shaken. This wasn’t just an argument it was emotional abuse.
This experience didn’t just change how I see him, it affected how I view relationships and men in general.