I'm mad at myself for putting up with him so long, cause I believed at least it was better than being alone. But I am happy I ended it once and for all.
Regardless, everytime I think of him, I get angry and feel super disgusted. I'm also left with a phobia that all men will be terrible kissers. I don't really have much expereince with guys, and haven't been asked out in 5 years, except for him.