Dated a guy toward the end of freshman college year. Went home for the summer, came back to find he had spent three or four months taking speed/meth/coke/other drugs. He went bat fucking shit crazy, evidently. Decided I was the only girl who would ever want to be with him. Intentionally popped holes in all his condoms. Knocked me up, and then proceeded to tell me how happy he was that this would keep us together “for life”. Needless to say… it didn’t.