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Allie was young, naive and excited to date. She met Rick -- and totally dug his "stunning self-confidence."

The pair dated for several months and then moved in together. "All hell broke loose," Allie says. "He started cheating on me because my attention wasn't enough for him." When confronted, Rick told her that "it was my fault for not having enough sex with him."

Allie (stupidly) continued to see him. "The last straw came too late, on my birthday, when he screamed at me the whole day. He ended the evening by telling me he'd been really stressed lately, because I'd been putting on weight." How dare she!

After the cute couple broke up, Rick blamed his rude behavior on an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. We think it's probably the fault of an undiagnosed I'm-actually-a-total-asshole disorder.

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