1st "relationship": I was 20. College dropout. Met guy through my last remaining friend group (read stoner drug connect group). We hooked up at my friends party (not how stable, genuine connections are made by the way). He decided he wanted me to be "gf". I say yes, because my family was abusive, he lived about 1hr away from them, so I could spend a few days at his place, lie to my family and say I stayed there bc his place was closer to my school, and generally just avoid them. He made decent money, took me out for drinks and dinner, bought weed etc. all I had to do was fuck him once or twice a week, so, I was materialistic and lonely and lost, and did so, over 1.5 years until he raped me twice. Which leads me to relationship no 2.
2nd "Relationship"
Worked with dude. I was 22, and he was 50, married, and had 3 kids. He hated his wife. She was crazy, and would show up at the store screaming at him for random reasons (customers there or not) and would always bring a child with her for dramatic effect. She would sit in the parking lot, just watching... sometimes would park the car and hide in the backseat. After no 1 raped me the second time, I went on somewhat of a dissociative trip. I didn't realize why I did what I did till much later in my life. I started banging work guy. He would skim money from the business and buy me dinner/alcohol from the pub next door every night we closed. He would hook me up with weed too. I would go to no 1s place and make it low key clear that I was texting someone else, but had no 2 saved under a friends name. No 1 was getting the gist. Eventually, for my final revenge, I invited no 1 to the pub one evening to have drinks with me and "work guy". He suspected nothing aside from the fact that work guy clearly didn't like him. When I finally broke up with no 1, and revealed the truth, he was utterly crushed. This made me feel better about being abused I guess. What I didn't see coming was that no 2 was obsessed with me, did not see the relationship as a casual thing as I did, claimed he loved me, and forced a relationship upon me through coercion and other means of manipulation and false promises.
The only 2 men I've loved in my life, I never had formal relationships with. For me, relationships coincided with manipulation and abuse. Sure, was I materialistic in my youth? Yeah, but so was the first guy. He wanted a side piece. Then, he wanted a side piece that would take it any way he wanted. I always wonder how my life may have spun had I not chose revenge. Funny to think like that though. Life is weird.