Chose a good one to dodge..

Around 13 years ago, I began living with a guy whose roommate was incarcerated. When the roommate was released, he came to the apartment to collect his belongings that my ex had set aside for him, and that was our first encounter. After some time, I managed to leave that situation, and about 10 years later, I started communicating with the roommate, which quickly turned into some passionate one-night stands. We probably met a few times each year for several years. It’s been about 5 or 6 years since we last hooked up, a decision I made because, despite his attempts to reach out, I just didn’t feel right about it. It was strange since he is quite attractive, very passionate, and enjoys continuing intimacy after climax, but I sensed he was becoming possessive and uneasy about anyone else being around me. It felt like he wanted me to allow him to take control, but I wasn’t willing to do that. The last time he came over unexpectedly, I was talking with my son’s friend in the kitchen. When I opened the door, I could see he was displeased to see my son’s friend there, and it seemed he wanted to react to it. I brushed it off, but I definitely noticed and remembered it. I introduced them, and as one left, the other entered. Henry couldn’t keep his hands off me; right there in the kitchen, with the curtains open, he started touching me and kissing my neck. While it might sound nice, I honestly didn’t want it. I felt uncomfortable and nauseous. He pulled me to the bedroom, but I wasn’t interested in being intimate and just wanted him to leave. He undressed me and had sex with me, but I couldn’t reach climax. I told him I felt sick, and I don’t even recall if he finished because I just wanted him to be done and go away. I’ve tried to block that entire incident from my memory. I mention it now because a year ago, he was killed during a romantic dispute, and recently, the other two individuals involved were acquitted of manslaughter charges related to his death, as they claimed self-defense. Most people never knew that side of him. I think about how he made me feel that night and the expression on his face that made me uncomfortable, which is why I chose to cut off contact afterward. He would message and call, but I completely ghosted him. Since I didn’t let him into my life deeply, we remained “friends,” at least on Facebook. He had countless friends and was well-known, but only a few women understood his true nature. I’m grateful I didn’t get more involved before realizing who he really was. It’s tragic that his aggression led to a fatal outcome.