This is the horrifying story of one of my worst relationships with a Scotsman. I have shared about him before how we got together, how he started to show me his true colors within 3 months and I should have known better and ran then but I stayed. This is the trip to Rhode Island, a place he had once lived, had friends, his local bar and good memories. This trip turned into a nightmare for me after an all day drink session we had been on, going back to the hotel to rest up late afternoon and not making it out again. But I made it out unbeknownst to me when I went sleep walking. Here's the story, sad and pathetic as it was I still stayed with this horrible wretched man. What was it that kept me with him?