
I can laugh about it now but when it happened i was scared shytless.
I came home from work one day, I don't usually eat late so after getting ready for bed he comes in the room and ask if I'm hungry, I'm like nah I'm good I'm good. For some reason he kept insisting that I eat, I turned him down every time but he brings the food in the room anyway. After it being on the counter for a lil bit the smell finally starts getting to me and I decide to eat.
Later that night I wake up with the worst stomach pain I ever had.
I run to the bathroom and am violently sick. Like literally hurling my guts out (amongst other things

) for a good 30 mins.
He never wakes up to see if I'm okay. When I'm done, I wash myself off and fall into bed. He tries to cuddle with me and I push him away cause I'm not in the mood. Now nothing even popped in my head that he might have put something in my food. Finally after seeing that I'm not in the mood to deal with him all over me, he pushes me away and says something to the effect "you act like I caused you to be sick, like I put something in your food"

I don't say shyt, but I don't sleep for the rest of the night. When morning comes and he leaves for work I call my niece to help me get my stuff in case he comes back and gtfo of there.
Our relationship was on its last leg. He could tell that I was gonna leave him and had actually tried before my family home mysteriously caught on fire which is how I ended up living with him in the first place.
I can't even begin to tell y'all how crazy I found out this guy was after I left.
He was the nicest person, everyone knew him, got along with my family and everything.