One night it got really bad. I got a ride home from my guy friend because I was drunk and he started accusing me of fucking him and threatening that if he touched me he'd fly out and break his arms. I got dropped off and sent him pictures proving it was just a ride and he apologized profusely and started saying I deserved better. I told him it was fine and that I wasn't attracted to him physically, to which he assumed I meant I was emotionally attracted to him and started saying he was sorry for not being there enough and for getting too angry. This would've been nice if he wasn't shitfaced at the time and didn't just cuss me out. The next day I didn't talk to him at all because I needed to think; he spammed me with messages and I told him I needed time to think. He didn't let up; he begged me and pleaded with me for another chance but I got fed up and told him I was sick of his temper lately and that he needs to understand I need space. He told me he was drinking so much because not being able to find a job, his dad cheated on his mom, his grandfather died and it had been eating away at him and that he was scared he was losing me but I blocked essentially all contact with him.
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