I was so attracted to him, that I wanted nothing more than to touch him, and then one day he yelled at me that I was using him for sex. And I started to fall apart. My life changed from that point, maybe not because of those words, but because I knew he was projecting something onto me....and I wasn't even part of his world. I don't hate him, but it was the last relationship before a very heavy downfall. Brings me back to the beginning. kind of feeling. you know?