Well he did turned out to be a horrible person in the end. But here is the twist and I finally figured it out after all these years: I NEVER REALLY LOVED HIM.
I've been lusting over him just for being my 1st. I was fantasizing about a fairytale where I would have my happy ending. He was disrespecting my mother and talking bad about my grandma and I was placing that POS on a pedestal, calling him my A+.
Then once that lustful (it's a similar effect to being drunk or drugged; it's like you're intoxicated) stage faded and he scammed me with money; I saw nothing but a disgusting person, someone I really felt nothing for. I couldn't find any reason why I had supposedly fallen in love with him nor what I liked about him at that time. Finally I couldn't think of any other than attraction and obsession with ending the happy story with the 1st man.
It took me so long to figure that out; that I never loved him. It was lust and obsession. Why did it take me that long?