I would guess that a number of us made some bad choices, and most of those bad choices weren't immediately apparent. One bad choice prompted me to get my first telephone answering machine. I also ended up parking my car a distance from my house at times, and pretending I wasn't home (lights out, no tv & radio going). I had to tell my parents not to give him any info about my whereabouts - he would call them when he couldn't find me!
Yikes.
Sounds like a real winning type guy.
I really hate those types.
I never understood them.
For me, once it's "over" it's over for good no 'friends' no 'buddies' no contact it's done and buried.
(Had a few get upset about that. "Why can't we be friends?" Answer: because she habitually boned her 'friends' and expected her boyfriend to be okay with that.)
The 'last' girl I dated way back in the past got really angry that I pretty much erased my existence from her life.
(She shouldn't have cheated then.)