I've been sitting on this for a long time as this happened a few yrs ago and I know that it would've ended badly anyway from how it did, but my goodness. I (F26) was dating a guy (M26) for a little less than a year. We had a great relationship (or so I thought) – our communication/ sex life were great, we liked the same things, both super into fitness, had the same mindset about most everything, etc. Right off the bat he was incredibly handsome, great job, smart, charismatic, but he smelled; bad lol. I was honest and he told me he loved his 'man smell', but he'd start cleaning better/wearing aluminum deodorant (÷), and his family would love me for fixing him, lol my good god. We both smoke weed, but for me it's really just before bed and I have for years; absolutely no judgements on anyone who does more, less, or whatever!.. He was also a pretty successful financial advisor who was to take over his dad's company blah blah, so he was constantly having imposter syndrome as he wanted to be 'versatile/ more than a finance guy' and took pride in essentially being a functioning pothead who also liked to rave; whatever else that made him seem deep I guess. We both have high sex drives so we obviously took advantage of that, but I quickly started getting UTI's which I had never, ever had before – like not even a hint of one. He was sometimes a little smelly, but nothing even remotely close to when I first met him and I liked him so much, so l let it go, and I know this is incredibly dumb and obvious now! | have (medicated) depression and controlled anxiety, so l haven't been on meds for that in about 4 years! Lo and behold, the UTI's became so bad I went to the ER from consistent panic attacks from the worry of getting another one and I started my meds again. Genuinely anytime we had something planned I'd have to be on antibiotics again and in agony. After our relationship ended I never got one again and I realized I had gotten around 9-10 (maybe +) throughout our relationship (which if y'all don't know how bad chronic UTI's can be/actually kill you, antibiotics stop working – I didn't know either). I haven’t dated in yrs as I was in a pretty abusive relationship in my late teens to early 20’s so I really took the time to work on myself in therapy and just in general. With that, I was super hesitant because he wanted to move really quick and kept reassuring me that we’re adults, we know what we want, etc. So I ended up essentially moving in with him 8ish months in since he was actually super close to my place or work and I was staying there often. The panic attacks/anxiety started to happen after this, every night/day was a literal nightmare for god knows how long bc of literal UTI fear. He ends up going to a four(?) day EDM festival that he kept asking me to come to, but I couldn’t due to work, obsessed with me when he comes back, and like two days later abruptly breaks up with me. This all happens in about a month of living with him and hindsight is 20/20 of course, but very quickly after our breakup I realize that ‘our’ stress was from his gross body.