I met somebody I really liked a few years back, someone I could have loved. He mostly treated me well-until I challenged him or threatened his masculinity. Then he was unrecognizable.

I didn’t cheat on him. We weren’t dating. But I did tell him I’d hooked up with someone else. Because it was the only way I knew to end what was happening.

I didn’t want to end my connection with him. Just the relationship. He wasn’t good for me, at least not then. So I got out.