People Are Sharing Their Craziest Crazy Ex-Boy/Girlfriend Stories

One day I decided to go get my lip pierced. At the tattoo shop I met a well put together 45 or so old man with a full head of Grey hair and two full sleeves of tats. We had a great conversation and out of nowhere he asks me if I care to date his daughter. Seemed sketchy but I was recently single so wtf. He said check out her facebook, which I did. She seemed great from Facebook so I decided to write her. We eventually end up dating and everything seemed great for a few months....

Well in a crazy turn of events, her crazy mom decided to kick her out of the house because she was practicing safe sex at the age of 19. I felt a sense of responsibility to let her move into my apartment with my roommate and I. So I'm new to town and still meeting people and I run across a few people who know of my new girlfriend. One day one of these people ask me if I knew she was fucking her dad. I brushed it off as crazy... until I took a closer look at things.

I started to notice the way they touched and connected. He would bring her her favorite soda, candybar, and a quarter of the best kush around EVERY 3 OR 4 DAYS! I thought maybe it's all in my head until it got my head going good crazy and I broke down and asked her. She of course said no way and turned it on me as I'm crazy and a shitty person for believing them over her. Fast forward 2 weeks. I log into my laptop at work to find conversations between her and her father. Without going into detail let's say it was romantic as fuck.

I called her and explained NICELY that she needs to get her things and get out of my apartment. That she needs to get help and that there was no way i could be with her. She freaked out a little on the phone like i thought she would. Enough that i called my friend to check my apartment to make sure she was gone before i came home. I parked on a side street and saw my apartment door. Open. I thought it was strange but assumed she just left it open on the way out. I saw my friend walk in for about 2 minutes and walk out like he saw a ghost. He called my cell phone and said you need to just see this.

I thought how bad could it be right? I walked in to the kitched. Everything was on the floor. Broken glass cups, plates, poured food and drink. The living room only had a couch in it with a coffee table and my room mates 60 inch plasma screen. Unfortunately the TV didn't make it. She kicked a huge hole right through it. I made way toy bedroom to find my new 1500 mattress stabbed and torn from top to bottom. My new huge mirror was smashed. I wear a tie every day of my life- they were all cut in half. All my dress shirt buttons were ripped off. My pants all had the crotches ripped open. And then I saw the last piece. A box of condoms and a bullet on my porch. Crazy broad right? But wait.. there's more.
Three days later it's Friday and I'm off of work. I'm putting together a new nightstand, mine was smashed. I have a clear view of my apartment parking lot and I see three cops pull in in strategic ways. Then they proceeded to my part of the place. I thought damn shit just got real, someone is going to jail. Well they knock on my door! They tell me I'm being arrested for two counts of assault on a female by stranglation. They arrested me and I was stuck in jail until monday. I got out and had no attorney so I fought my case alone... and won. I faced a year in prison for something I didn't do and I luckily won. After that she disappeared....

Or so i thought. about 2 years later my new fiancés dad who is a cop tell me I have papers out on me for stalking and am being put into a possible restraining order. I said "who"not even thinking. Someone named robin. I fell to my knees when I heard that name. Not again! Well fast forward another month and I go to court in which she has nothing but lies to say about me. Luckily the judge through it all out because she saw right thru her! It's been about 4 years since then and have yet to hear from the craziest ex I've ever had!

Username: dahaight

Probably will get buried in the thread but oh well.. It's a bit of a read but really fucking crazy I promise. I was in a rather abusive relationship on and off for 1 and a half years. He never hit me but he always made me feel self conscious.

I honestly thought that I could never find anyone who would "love" me like he did. I used to be really against trees and I later found out that our whole relationship, not only was he lying about smoking trees but he was DEALING. We broke up several times (always him who did it) where I would cry and beg for him back and go into bouts of depression.

He often stole money from me and my mom and would lie about hanging out with his friend so that he could take other girls on dates. Sometimes he would get angry because a guy friend would say hello to me and ignore me all week, which was heart breaking.

I finally found the courage to break it off with him when I found out that he had cheated on me at a party (and then lied about to so he could get it in with me the next day). After we broke up, I began talking to one of my close guy friends which was a mutual friend of my ex.

My new beau also smoked trees but I was more open to the idea and glad he was actually honest about it. Infuriated at the news, my ex left a drug test on his doorstep with a note telling his parents to test him (we were in high school so we still lived with our parents).

My ex also wrote a "hit list" including my new boyfriend and several of our other mutual friends who still hung out with me, and he often threatened to kill himself or my boyfriend. Feeling sorry for breaking his heart, I went to hang out with him (my new bf knew about it), and waiting inside of my ex's house were two bouquets of roses, a giant stuffed bear and a long hand written apology and request to take him back (Keep in mind he NEVER bought anything for me through our entire relationship).

I refused and he screamed and tore up the roses and threw them in my face then hugged me and said sorry while sobbing, eventually he left to another room and cried loudly under the covers. I felt awkward and eventually left, and he sent me several texts calling me a "whore" and a "cunt" and to never talk to him again.

Fast forward a week, he's finding me in the hallways between classes and pulling on my arm begging to talk just one more time. I refused knowing that it would not end well and he went really berserk. He then went to the school counselor and cried and made up so many lies that they called me down for meetings every day (which really affected my Chemistry grade).

He was a pathological liar and told everyone that I had cheated on him and called him names, when all I ever did was try and show compassion and sympathy. He would also text me several times a day claiming he had found someone new and when I would say I was happy for him he would get so angry that I didn't care. Fast forward another few months.

We're on shaky terms but don't hate each other quite as much. As a nice friend I take him home from school since he didn't have a car. He's been dating a new girl for a couple weeks and he tells me all about her. Then he drops a HUGE bomb on me, and invites me to a baby shower.

I laugh it off thinking it's a joke, but no. He got this girl pregnant (I didn't really know her but she was shy, innocent and sweet. I wish I could have saved her). He calls me later that night crying and saying that he got her pregnant because he thought that I would take him back.

What logic he had, I don't know. I berated him for being so irresponsible and I was just in shock that he would even do that. They have a beautiful baby boy now but I can't see him as a reliable father. But yeah so he's psycho and he still leaves creepy fb messages for me every few months (It's been 3 years).

Username: gingycakes

I have to admit, while some of these stories take the cake, I've got a couple that are pretty damn unpleasant myself. I'll just tell one for now.

During my sophomore year of high school, I started dating a girl that was into the whole goth scene. She was a senior, so you would think that we wouldn't get to see each other very much, but we did because we were both in UiL at the time. Her name? No joke, it was Shadow. So based on our mutual appreciation for Bauhaus and Begotten, we formed a connection during those long rides on our smelly and rusting school bus.

Eventually, we started going out with each other. I distinctly remembered on one occasion that she said 'Oh J_Mnemonic, I love you so much that could never kill you. I'd only maim you.' At the time, I thought it was a cutesy little comment. Her equivalent of 'I'll cherish you forever' or whatever version of the typical Hallmark Valentine's Day card you can think of. **Boy, was I wrong.**

One day, she invited me over for hamburgers. Not thinking much of it, I came by, and found to my surprise that my dear Shadow (as I was fond of saying at the time) was cooking for me. If that wasn't awesome enough, she'd gone out of her way to locate Coca-Cola in glass bottles with real sugar.

I should have been tipped off by her not-so-secretive glances at my food. As my luck would have it, it was a sunny day, and I noticed some odd 'sparkles' in the meat of the burger patty when I was getting ready to dress it.

After making a joke about her covering my food in glitter, she gave a loud, tittering and not too sane laugh. "Glitter? Don't be silly J_Mnemonic! I took one of the bottles of coke and ground it up with your burger." At first I didn't believe her. I BSOD'ed right there in her back yard. I tried laughing it off awkwardly and asked 'Why?' not really believing her.

'Because silly, that way you can never leave me. Don't you remember I said that I'd never kill you? **Now, eat your burger.**" I don't care if Pennywise tells me to eat a burger. The menace spoken by her in that sentence would never be matched.

So, I bravely ran away. I never talked to her again, I took her off my MySpace page, and aside from the looks that she gave me when we bumped into each other at school and during those now terribly grueling trips to UiL events, you'd think that would be it. But no.

About a week later, I start getting death-threats from some girl I've never met before. She starts messaging me on MySpace, calling my cell, leaving me emails. All this stuff about how I 'ruined her life'.

Eventually I find out that I wasn't Shadow's only love interest at the time, because during my correspondence with the lady sending me death-threats and angry messages was also dating her at the same time, unbeknownst to me.

When I explain what happen she (I still don't know who she is) is satisfied. The emails and texts and calls stop. But for up to a year later, Shadow emails me from random addresses now and then, asking to get back together.

Username: J_Mnemonic

I'm always too late to these. But I'll repost thisI had graduated in August, and kept on dating a sophomore despite her craziness because she was the first girl that had sex with me on a regular basis. It is New Years Eve, 2006 into 2007 and I decided (against my friends better judgement) to bring this crazy bitch along. We get to the party which is an absolute madhouse, easily a few hundred people there. We find a spot on the back Deck where most of my friends are.

Drinking ensues, and hour and a half into it, My GF Vanishes, didnt see her for about 20 minutes, and when she does come back she is fucking wasted. I mean shitfaced drunk. Midnight passes, We dance and rage for about 2 more hours, having a great time. But this whole time everytime I look at her she has a new drink. Then without any warning at all she bolts through the backdoor, and pulls some Goldberg Spear shit and tackles a broad.

Then proceeds to pound her face in, from a full mounted position, I pick her up throw her over my shoulder with what seems like the entire party yelling " what the fuck Pig? Get that crazy bitch outta here!!!" I get out the front door and throw her onto the front lawn, she pops right back up and tries to run back in the party, I had no time to even yell at her, so I had to act quickly.

I tell her, "lets go to the truck, come back by the house and you can jump out and finish beating her ass" she agrees. We stumble to my truck, I hop in and come back up the street, left towards the party, right towards her house, I swing a right.

She goes apeshit, starts screaming and hitting me, I get to the main road, Laurel Ave, and turn towards her house and floor it. What does this crazy bitch do? she jumps out of my truck. Tuck and roll grandma style. at 45 MPH. I slam on the brakes, run out and grab her, she is creaming bloody fucking murder at this point. Get her to the truck and toss her in the cab, run to my side, she hops out again.

So I run over, pick her up and this time throw her in my side, lock her door, hold her down on the seat be the throat and drive home. She is screaming to this day the most unholy shit from the bowels of her subconscious, I heard the word rape a few times, screaming about her father, just insane shit.

I finally make it to her house, No cops luckily, and park in the driveway. I step out of the truck (she is still screaming at the top of her lungs) and shut the door, lean on the cab facing in to try and catch my breath....I look up and all I see is the bottom of her Vans, and she kicks out my window, Instictively I put my hands up to block her from kicking my face in. Window shatters.

I look down and there is blood spewing from my wrist, I mean like Addams Family status, she is kicking my door back and forth on the hinges, I stand there for a second in shock. Blood pulsating out of my wrist. I reach in and grab her sweatshirt and rip it off of her top wrap my wrist, she comes at me in attack mode, I give her a stiff jab to the jaw, throw her over my shoulder, get into her house, drop her in the living room carpet, and run to the kitchen looking for a phone to call her mother (who is a Doctor but out partying).

I get a hold of her older brother, tell him and he says he will go get his mom from her boyfriends. I am losing blood at this point at an alarming rate, It is everywhere. Soaked throw her Hoodie, then I hear this Beowulf like gurgling sound, and look into the other room to see her, Blue in the face, vomit filling her mouth, I turn her over, and begin to hit her in the back, the pukes it all up,.

Takes in the loudest scariest breath i have ever heard, then i realize the is pissing and shitting herself. I strip her naked, and throw her into a cold shower, that is when everything went black. I woke up in a her moms bed with my wrist being stitched up, she apparently had alcohol poisoning.

Her mother was glad her daughter was safe, and I was minutes away from death, so she was more happy I was alive.

Username: lolabuster

Well, well.. where to begin! Pretty much anything you can think of, I went through with one particular guy. The craziest story I can recall at the moment is this: In bathroom, getting ready to go to my roommates mom's house.

EX passed out on cough. suddenly he wakes up and comes in the bathroom, asks me where I am going. "To roommate's mom's house." Out of nowhere he shut the bathroom door with both of us in, started screaming and punching the wall.

The smell of vodka reeked from his breath. He pulled out the towel bar and started hitting himself with it. I freaked out, pushed my way out of the bathroom and into our room (well all lived together), he got through the bedroom door, got on top of me and pinned me to the bed.

Blood was pouring from his nose from beating himself up (Like.. wtf?) and all over my face and upper body. I don't even remember what he was saying, but he was going nuts. I got loose, grabbed my laptop bag and got to the living room - I was trying to make a run for it.

As I grabbed the front door knob, he grabbed the back of my shirt and flung me across the room. I landed back first on a table and broke a glass underneath me. Somewhere in between this all, I had managed to call a friend and she was on her way over to get me.

We fought in the lving room for a while, until SOMEHOW I don't even remmeber.. I managed to jump out of the living room window onto our front porch and ran down the apartment stairs into the parking lot - friends were already there - jumped in her car and we booked it.

You'd think it ends here, but it doesn't. I got to her house and was in panic and shock. I was in the bathroom at her house changing out of my bloody clothes and cleaning the blood from my body.

Then I hear yelling, thumping, and all of a sudden.. EX bursts into the bathroom.

He had driven his drunk ass all the way there. He "just wanted to talk". My friend was outside the door, I yelled for her to call the cops. She did.

Once he knew they were on their way, he left the bathroom, and I had left my laptop bag sitting in the hallway.. he grabbed my computer and threw it across her hardwood kitchen floor and he ALSO grabbed a golf club my friend had brought in for "protection", he ran outside and started clubbing HER car in..

He smashed the driver side door and front windshield in before bailing into the night. Cops came, he got arrested.. I chain smoked like hell the rest of the night.

Username: [deleted]

She begged to have sex on her little sisters bed, she said I was stalking her even though I moved to the opposite side of the country, she asked guys to spank her in front of me, she did heroin and coke, she was having molly withdrawals, she scratched herself to the point of leaving a nasty scar because I don't like to talk about my feelings and when I did talk about them she broke up with me,

she came to my house the next day crying and asking me and God why I hate her even though I didn't, she made me lose a friend I had for years, she didn't want me to have female friends because I might become attracted to them (she is bi and has many friends of both genders who has seen her naked and she has made out with a felt up),

when we were supposed to have a really romantic night that we had been planning for a week or so (that was long for us) she decided to skip out and sleep naked at a guy friends house, she guilted me into having sex with her multiple times, she said she didn't want me to have friends,
my first time having sex ever was with her and she knew I didn't want it, she said "I love you" and meant it a week after we started dating, flirted with other people, wanted me to hit her (like women abuse hit her), wanted me to take complete control of her life and when I tried she said I was being controlling,

she threatened to relapse and go do heroin just to make me upset, went a hung out with her ex boyfriend for a few minuted who raped her and chipped her two front teeth by smashing her face off a bar, posted pictures of herself with makeup on that made it look like she was beaten on social media,

tried to get me to do drugs with her, used me for sex and attention, broke up with me when my mom was raped and I was almost homeless and I possibly had Lyme disease, she picked at my insecurities multiple times knowing that would really fuck with me, told her friends things about me I don't want people to know, got upset when I mentioned to my buddy she was upset that day,

said I was sexually harassing her after we broke up (again I had moved to the other side of the country and had blocked her on all social media), she got upset when I tried to get her to do work for school because if she didn't do the work she would fail, she didn't like how I got upset when she cancelled plans 3 times a week every week,

didn't want me to play video-games so she could talk to me, I once asked her to pay for dinner because I couldn't even afford food in the house and she got upset and said I was using her, told me to cut myself, got me to cut relations with my brother (he was abusive anywho and I should've done it anyways),

made many people hate me by saying I was emotionally abusive and that I was harassing her, she didn't like how I didn't want her doing drugs, she didn't like how I would stop her from scratching herself to the point where she bled, she didn't like me being a "pity party" even though she always told me to tell people sad stories of my life,

when I needed a break because I was going through rough times and I wanted alone time she cried all day, she did things to make me jealous and/or upset even though she knew I had trust issues from previous relationships, and finally, she didn't like how I got upset when she lied to me.

There are more but these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head.

Username: [deleted]

At this point no one will see this, but here we go –

I had a boyfriend who would later be diagnosed with several personality disorders, one of which was sociopath disorder. This is a minor example of the types of things that he would subject me to:

When I was in high school, I dated a kid named Mike. He had every issue a teenage kid could have. He despised authority, was a thief, did graffiti, got into fist fights with nearly everyone he could (most often, his father), and physically abused me for a lot of our relationship.

One day, I had finally decided that I had enough of his insanity, and had called him and told him that we needed to take a break from each other so I could regain my sanity.

He began to sob hysterically on the phone, screaming and throwing things -- then, silence. I remain on the phone for another few minutes before hanging up.

I get a call the next day from him, and he explains to me that he had a seizure while he was on the phone with me, and cannot remember what happened after i told him that we needed to break up. He said he regained awareness about an hour or so later, and didn't know what happened. I suggested he go to a doctor and get that shit checked out.

I get a call the following day, and he tells me very seriously that he got an MRI at the doctor and they told him that he had a brain tumor, which to me, was a perfect explanation as to why he would have had a seizure. He then tells me the doctor informed him that this tumor is inoperable, and that he will die from it.

I believed him. I was so distraught for days, crying my eyes out, unable to do anything productive or eat -- I really did love him.

My mom asks me why I'm so upset, so I tell her. She gets a doubtful look on her face and without my consent, calls my boyfriend's mother. His mother answers the phone, and is appalled that my mother could even suggest the idea that he could have a brain tumor. She is surprised and insulted, and no such doctor visit ever occurred. Don't call again! she says.

Turns out, my boyfriend never had a seizure, never went to the doctor, and never had a brain tumor. I spent three days thinking the love of my life was going to die, and that I had caused him enough emotional distress to cause him to have a seizure.

When I found out he lied, I confronted him in a fit of rage, and called him out. He proceeded to call me a bitch and a whore and that he couldn't believe that I was defying him and not believing him, and believing his mother over him.

This is the kind of shit I dealt with while dating Mike.

Username: nimrod534

I was dating a guy in college. Then I went home for the summer. Once I was away from him I was able to see what a manipulative jerk he was. So, I broke up with him and started seeing someone else.

He found out about it and called my parents and left messages on their answering machine calling me a slut and a whore. I fortunately, intercepted those messages.

When I got back to college in the fall I no longer had a place to live (was planning on sharing an apartment with said ex and 6 other people, I got someone to take my room before I got there).

So, I struggled to find a place to stay while I was trying to arrange housing. However, a few of my things were at his apartment so I went to get them. He knew I was coming and spray painted my furniture with the words slut and cunt. I called the cops.

By the time I got there with the cops he had spray painted over the words and claimed to have no knowledge of what happened to it. Yeah, right. So I collect my things and move them to a friend's apartment. He cons said "friend" into letting him in and destroys a ton of my stuff.

I call campus police and they tell me that they can't do anything because it happened off campus and the city police tell me that I have no evidence.

I go to the court house to get a restraining order against him. However, I made the mistake of telling him that I was going to do that when he called the place that I was staying to talk to me.

(Why exactly did my "friends" keep telling him where I was?) When I got to the courthouse the clerk didn't want to give me a restraining order because he had come in earlier with his parents and asked them not to saying that he would leave me alone. I was floored. The police had told me that I could try pressing criminal charges so I asked if I could do that.

The court magistrate told me that I didn't have enough evidence. So I started sobbing telling them that I was afraid for my life. The magistrate told me I could get a restraining order at which point I said I tried and they wouldn't let me.

The magistrate made the lady who my ex had conned into thinking he'd leave me alone fill out the paperwork for the restraining order. However, she told me my hearing was a 1PM but scheduled it for 10 AM.

So, I show up for my court date to get the permanent restraining order in place and I was told I had missed my date so I was out of luck despite the fact that I had a paper that said my court date was a 1. (Apparently, they only hear restraining order cases at 10AM). By that point, I had already figured out that I couldn't stay in that city or graduate from my college (I was a senior) so I moved back home.

A mutual friend of ours told me that ex told him that it was a good thing I'd gotten the temporary restraining order because he wasn't sure what he would have been capable of.

Username: SmaterThanSarah

Sit yourself down, I have quite the tale. Had a girlfriend who was a problem drinker. And When I say problem drinker, I mean, every time she drank, it was a fucking problem. For some reason, she thought she had the liver of a god, and would chug liquor when I had my back turned.

It would lead to her being blackout drunk in about 20-30minutes of going out, and I would usually have to have a friend help me carry her home.

On top of that, she would just act childish during the whole ordeal. One time I laid her down, went to get her a cup of water, and when I left the room, she got up, ran out the back door, ran down the street to some random house, opened their front door, and passed out in their hallway.

I went looking for her, and then somebody shouted out a window to me "Hey, are you 'MIDItheKID'? I have a 'Veryfuckingdrunkcrazybitch' up here, she's passed out and keeps saying your name". I then had to enter their home, pick her up off the couch, and carry her home.

Most people would just break up with the girl at this point. But I thought if I could keep her off the booze, things might work out.

Well you know when people tell you "don't go into a relationship expecting to change people?". Heed that advice. Please. Heed that advice.

Whenever I wasn't there, she took that opportunity to get shithoused. She would then do things like call me, and breakup with me, but then not remember it because she was blackout drunk. I would remind her, she would apologize, and then ask for me back, and like a fucking idiot, I would always take her back. I eventually got fed up with it, and didn't take her back one time.

This led to a full blown temper tantrum when I went to her apartment to pick up my stuff, and she guarded her door, not letting me leave. Eventually I tricked her into getting out of the way by saying that I would consider staying with her. Once I got out of her door, I told her that was a lie that I just said to get her out of the way, and that I was leaving now. She then grabbed me by the leg (you know, that thing that 5 year olds do). I asked her to remover herself from me, or I would just continue walking.

Keep in mind, this was all unfolding in the hallway of a Manhattan apartment building. I gave her a few more warnings to remove herself from my body, and she did not. So I continued walking, dragging her across the ground with my foot as she hung on to it. Eventually she let go, and I made it out.

The next day, I get a call from one of her other guy friends, saying that he's going to come kick my ass. I ask him why. And he goes on about how she told him about how I choker her, and hit her, and threw her on the floor, and she has the scrapes on her knees to prove it. I told him that if he comes anywhere near my property, I will call the police. He never did, which doesn't surprise me, because he was well know to be one of those kids with a big mouth, but no balls.

Finally, I go a few days of my life without hearing from this girl. I thought everything was finally over, and it was like being reborn. I go out to a party, meet some girl, and end up sleeping with her. A few days after that, I get a call from crazy ex screaming and crying about how she can't believe that I cheated on her.

Cheated? It's cheating after you break up with me and I don't get back together with you? Oh lawdy. She then tells her family about this, who start sending me emails and texts about how they can't believe what I've done and I'm such scum and that's when I found out that I can add phone numbers to a block list on my Verizon account.

Finally, the calls stopped. The texts stopped. All contact was broken off. At one point she had one of her friends contact me asking me to call, and I told her friend to pass the message along that if she continues to try and involve herself in my life, I am going to apply for a restraining order.

And that was the end of that.

Username: MIDItheKID

Throwaway account because even three years later, I still worry about him finding me. Things were normal for a couple of years with no indications of crazy. He was a bit aloof and moody at times, but I mistakenly attributed that to his shitty past and home life.

Then we moved into a nice apartment together. Right after moving in, they were converted into condos and sold to investors. We ended up with some horrible neighbors: rich parents who gave their 19-21 year-old children the condos as a place to live.

They partied all night and enjoyed revving the engines of their sports cars at 2 AM. The cops were called numerous times but nothing was done. That's when my boyfriend snapped and decided to pull a gun on them and go shooting it in the air to "scare them." The cops did indeed come that time and he ended up in jail, naturally.

When he got out I was really angry and ready to move out, but he sweet talked me into staying and we moved. He also managed to convince the judge to drop his felony charge to a misdemeanor, something that still bothers me to this day because I watched him totally bend the system to his will.

Things were never quite right after that and there was a sudden darkness that seemed to be exposed from the incident. He started verbally venting his frustrations out on me in the form of mental abuse. One day I came home from swimming and he'd punctured my tires and told me that someone needed to teach me a lesson about respect.

I went to change and noticed that the gun was not in the closet. Totally WTFing at that point and scared for my life, I grabbed my phone, wallet and laptop and went out the window, leaving everything else behind.

I hopped on a train, called a friend (that I knew he did not know) and stayed with them for a couple of weeks while I put my life back together.

That's when the insane emails and texts started. He begged me to come back, then accused me of cheating on him (because why else would I leave?) threatened to burn all of my things, threatened to come to my work and shoot up the place, bragged about how he could hunt me like an animal, etc.

I took out a restraining order, convinced work to let me radically change my schedule and after about six months I got a job offer and moved across the country.

He emailed me up until about a year ago begging me to come back, offering incentives like cash and gifts. I have mail filtering set so his messages automatically go into a folder marked Crazy.

My bad for forgiving so much derpery, but I did learn a lot from that failed first relationship.

Username: CrazyTrigger

Seems like this is one of those days to reminisce about the crazy and cleanse it from my system so here goes.

He was always a little of the rails but unfortunately I am sorta into that and always have been. I just thought he was "interesting" but I was only 16 then and he was a few years older. I looked up to him.

When his only real parent died he snapped and that was that. It was all downhill to Crazytown from there. At first he got extremely into the bible. So much so and in such a warped way that he started hitting me if I accidentally cursed. The day he found out I was pregnant I cursed by mistake and he beat the crap out of me, really hurt me, for the first time.

Eventually things got a lot worse. There were a million rules I had to follow everyday to avoid beatings. Rules about food and clothing (no mixed materials) and personal/cleaning products. He thought "chemicals" caused all these insane problems, and if I used a chemical by mistake I would get beaten badly. He thought spirits spoke to him and that God was showing him signs through random things such as the time on the clock or words/numbers here and there.

I became a total shell of my former self. He isolated me from everyone and everything. I was so brainwashed and confused. After our daughter was born he thought that my Prolactin production was causing him to have physical problems that made him more effeminate and also mental problems. So I started getting beaten and berated for breastfeeding or even sitting in the wrong chair or place.

I was covered in bruises head to toe constantly. My head was so sore and full of lumps It hurt to lay it on my pillow every night. Everything that had ever been a part of my identity was taken away. I used to write, but I had to stop because the things I wrote about were stupid, I couldn't listen to my old music, I couldn't dress how I used to. I couldn't even have plastic baby toys for my daughter. Our house was basically empty because everything was unacceptable, and filthy because he wouldn't allow me to clean with anything but baking soda and vinegar ( not even dishwashing liquid).

He didn't have a job for years, he thought he was above every single job. We were so broke. It was like living in hell.

Eventually I left somehow to live on my own. We were still "together" because it is very hard to break the control someone like that can have over you. He came to live with me a year later and stayed for another year and a half, the entire time he had another family in another town ( they had a baby together) and he tortured me with this other girl. He compared me to her constantly, and she gave me no end of trouble.

He almost killed me several times during that time. I was just waiting for death. Waiting for it to be over with.

I started talking to a boy I knew from highschool while he was on one of his trips to visit his other family, and he reminded me of everything that I used to be. It snapped me out of it a great deal. I put my foot down, I finally told my ex he could not come back to my house. I lived in fear for a long time but I moved across the country with that boy from highschool.

We're engaged now and have a daughter. It has taken years but I finally feel like my old self again. I couldn't be happier than I am now and it all seems surreal, like it was a long nightmare.

Username: stephenLARPer

This bitch. We got kind of a buzz going one night at a steakhouse... Or so I thought. Turns out I got a buzz and she is capable of storing vast amounts of alcohol in her gullet for later crazy bitch antics.

So I'm driving us home and she opens the floodgates. She goes from buzzed to sloppy idiot drunk almost instantly. She repeatedly removed her seat belt and I kept having to reach across and put it back on her. After about the 6th time I was very upset about it so I yelled at her. It seemed to have worked as evidenced by the minute or so of relative calm and quiet. Out of nowhere she starts wailing her eyes out, begging for me to please stop please stop, pleeeeeeeease stop! I thought maybe she had to vomit or something so I pull over. I was totally wrong. She proceeds to have a séance in the car, contacting my murder victims.

Oh did I not mention? Apparently at some point during the moment of silence I became a serial killer and she was channeling my victims. Seat belt comes off again and she bolts from the car. I chase her around on an interstate frontage road and finally catch up, I fireman's carry her back to the car. Okay, back on the road. I just have to make it home. I can dump this crazy bitch in bed and get the hell out of dodge.

The rest of the ride is an equal mix of her channeling victims and then reverting to herself, showing genuine concern for me. "Are you okay? You seem upset? Did I do something wrong?" When I would answer her questions with a stare of utter disbelief she would go all biggest-douche-in-the-universe again, unhook her seat belt and attempt to climb out of the moving vehicle. Mind you, we're on the highway now. So I would reach across her, close the door, latch her seat belt, lather, rinse, repeat.

How I made it to this point without gaining the attention of any law enforcement officials is beyond me. Perhaps my host of murder victims were looking out for me from beyond the grave.

We're home now. I have no idea how we've made it. I am so beyond angry that I can't even see anymore so operating a motor vehicle successfully to our destination was quite an accomplishment. I fireman's carry once again up some stairs to her apartment. She has lost her keys. Normally I would just put her back in the car and take her to my place; we'll sort this out in the morning. This is not an option. I take no more than five steps away to think about how to handle the situat...BAM!

SHE FUCKING KICKED HER OWN APARTMENT DOOR IN.

I barely had time to turn around and walk a few steps before this tiny drunk woman (seriously, 5'2", no more than 110#) kicks in a deadbolted apartment door, breaking the door frame in the process. Let me reiterate that I have no clue how no authorities have been alerted by now. We are by no means being quiet. She power walks straight to her bedroom and falls flat on her face passed out.

I am too tired and buzzed to drive any further and I can't just leave her in an apartment with a wide open door. I decide I will just sleep on her couch and deal with all of this in the morning. I am on the verge of falling asleep when I hear movement. I open my eyes and she stumbles from her bedroom towards the couch naked and crying.

She wants to have sex. She tries to undress me. She is a very attractive woman and it's quite difficult to resist the urge and the advances of this very drunk, very naked woman. But something about the crying and the multiple personality disorder is a bit of a turn off. I finally get her back to bed and that's the end of the night.

The next morning is a whole other ordeal. But I survived the night. By far the craziest date I have ever been on, the craziest woman I have ever encountered, the angriest I have ever been, and the hardest test of my patience I have ever endured.

I don't even know how to summarize the craziest date of my life except to say that I'm not a murderer, we are still friends, and I encourage her not to drink. She's a fairly normal gal when she's sober. Get a bit of alcohol in her and she becomes a different person altogether.

Username: Young_Laredo

Story time: I asked for a break while my mother was in town for my grandmother was very ill at the time. My family was in worry and I figured Id focus on them for that time they where in town rather than the stupid issues I was having with my SO at time. She took it as an insult, telling me how selfish I was and everything else under the sun. The week "break" started. At first sweet " I miss you texts" after no reply, hateful texts. The week passed, mourning now, my grandma passed, we mourned, but it was time to get on with life.

At this point, we've both cooled off and I missed her a little. We spoke about the alone time, now 2 weeks time passed. She mentions she met a new friend... [Thats and entire crazy story on its own] so long story short, she cheated on me with a random guy nearly 20 years older than her; her being 19 at the time. Naturally, she didnt just come clean and thus no "sorry" necessary.

It was a few days of me re hearing this story, piecing things slowly, and finding holes in it. At this time what I was made to believe is that she met some new friends, and they went out for drinks. Then I went deeper, asking if anything went on. At first, "No" then eventually, "we kissed". Then, "okay, we made out". All the way to "Of course I would never sleep with him" to me finding out that she did in fact sleep with the man. That brings us to C-day or the day I knew she was crazy.

It was the day I was confronting her about how she lied to me. In one way or another it was brought up and I asked her point blank. A lot of denying at first, I then credited my sources, at that point she knew she was fucked and had to come clean. Shouting as usual. Then the blame game. Then lastly the guilt game.

"You dont fucking listen to me!" blah blah blah "you believe everyone else besides me" blah blah blah " This was youre fault, you asked for the break" blah blah blah - she said, or something like that.

More shouting, more of the same, then it went to "Just fucking listen to me" ~ grabs chef's knife from the knife block~ "will you fucking listen to me now?!" waving the knife in the air. So now I m in a weird position, scared but not intimidated, unsure if the knife is meant for me or to hurt herself. All I knew at the time was that I must make sure neither of us get hurt from this situation, because Im positive my neighbors heard us fighting (like usual) and if something where to happen, in the eye of the law I was FUCKED for sure being the male.

At this point, ive stopped rasing my voice, and become really calm. I tell her " hey, put the knife down, its not that serious" She raises it higher " See youll only listen to me with this in my hand" I then tell her "this has become too big, where not this type of people" she replies " you never fucking listen"

At this point, calm talk was getting me no where and I had to interject. Me being much bigger that her, I the grab the knife wielding arm by the wrist and hold up against the wall. At this point her hand is raised above her head, up against the wall nearer to my face. Im much stronger so she wasnt resisting, but still very much holding on to this chef's knife.

I then tell her " what the fuck are you doing, just let it go and lets talk" she then says..."why, do you think Im going to kill you?" in the most *I really am gonna kill you* tone of voice.

At this point, I was like fuck it. Im not playing anymore, I NEED THIS KNIFE OUT OF HER HAND, NOW. We start struggling a bit, her trying to pull her arm back, me holding it up against the wall, I can see, feel, and hear the blade scrape up against the wall. I eventually yank the knife out the hand and put it in a drawer. I then walked her outside to finish the argument whilst having a us having cigarette.

That was the point of no return. Didnt feel bad that she slept with another man whilst my family was in town watching my grandmother die slowly. This was the bullet coming straight at me and I was Neo in the situation and knew I had the ability to dodge it. I dodged the fuck out of that train wreak. That girl was crazy.

Username: simpre_fresco

This will probably get buried in the older comments, but whatever. I was dating a dude a few years ago who was an international student. A few months in to our relationship, I find he has another girlfriend back in his home country.

I find out her number through mutual "friends" (because they didn't warn me he was two-timing) and call her up. After a tearful conversation I tell her that I'm sorry to call her and that I didn't know about her, but that us ladies need to stick together and dump this loser.

I'm pretty sure that's how it ended up, but since he's in the States close to me, he starts begging me to take him back and everything. This kid had no car and broke his cell phone after his long distance girl breaks up with him and starts walking over to my place daily begging me to take him back.

Here's where the crazy begins. I obviously resist taking him back, so he gets plastered (he was a drunk anyway, so this wasn't out of the ordinary) and he goes ape shit saying he's going to kill himself.

He takes his roommates phone, calls every single person he knows from there, tells them an epic goodbye, takes a kitchen knife and cuts THE BACK of his arm. Yeah, not the wrist side, but the opposite side and he doesn't cut that deep either.

Well, he disappears after that somewhere on our school campus so nobody can find him. I get people that he called in my apartment, at my door from 8om-12am when the campus police find him passed out near a major parking lot. Somehow we got a hold of them, found out where he was, and he was taken into state custody to make sure he was okay.

The next day at 5AM, his MOM CALLS ME from their home country. Are you kidding me? So proceeds to call me nearly every hour about her son, begging me to take care of him, asking if I can take care of his affairs (he had to drop out of school because he didn't go to any class from August to November).

She talks about compensating me blah blah blah. One day I had the flu and I didn't answer my phone and she called my 18 times in a row, gave up and called my roommate. To this day I have no idea how she got my roommate's number.

The day he leaves for home, he calls me and asks why I'm not there. I tell him I don't want to see him and that I wish he didn't call me because at the time I really did like him, but he hurt me by cheating. He calls me every time his plane lands, e-mails me, facebook messages me, the works.

The cake topper was that he said after 2 years (after mandatory army service) he was going to come back and find me because "I'm his".

There was a lot more details I'm leaving out, but that's generally the craziest dude I'd been with. At least it was genetic for him.

Username: 400level_confidence

It's going to get buried but what the hell. Im starting of with some context but if you want to skip to the interesting part I will put a note in bold just before it :)

So it's 2004, I'm 14. I break up with my girlfriend after which I realized that I had made a huge mistake. So we continue to be friends and hang I try to get back with her and it doesn't work out. She gets with another guy, I'm sad. She then set me up with her friend. Now I wouldn't have gone through with it but I was 14 and I just wanted to still see the girl who I cared about.

Her friend was gross. I knew her from school but she really wasn't my type. I know its shallow but she wasn't attractive at all, had horrid skin, hair and poor hygiene. It didn't stop there, her personality was lacking as well, in no way was she interesting or funny. But I go out with her anyway to be close to my ex. We hang out a few times, Its the beginning of the summer holidays. After this I didn't speak to the girl for weeks. The day before school I get a phone call saying that it isn't working out (I lost her number and didn't get a chance to end it beforehand myself) I was actually extremely pleased.

This is where it gets weird. Instead of remaining friends like me and ex-no.1 She lets call her Sam (because that was her name) decides that she doesn't like me now. Which was fine by me but I thought her hate for me was a little over the top. In PE the guys and the girls are put together in the gym. I clearly remember her starring at me for 5 mins straight while the teacher was speaking about using the gym safely. After which she walks over to me and tells me "Don't you ever fucking look at me again" I let this go.

A week after this and she has moved classes for PE. She blamed the fact that I was staring at her! I let this go. Now there is maybe one or two more times I see her over the next week and each time she looks like she intentionally avoids me. All continues as normal until I randomly get summoned to the library to speak to the head of year.

**(She gets revenge)** I sit down and he has a very serious look on his face. I have met him once or twice before but he looks disappointed. He starts talking to me about why he has called me there. He asks me about what I think about privacy. I am very confused by this. He tells me that "if a girl wants a guy to touch her she will tell him to, what you did was extremely wrong and we are going to have to take further action, the police have been notified"

I react with a shocked laugh, and ask what this is all about, what have I done and to who? he replies with "you came up behind Sam on the x-block stairs grabbed her from behind tried to kiss her and when she said no you grabbed her breasts, she slapped you and you ran away." I burst into tears, I look up and tell him that I didn't and would never do such a thing. He looks somewhat confused, I explain the story that I have told you.

I was an introvert and in many ways I still am, I was bullied and was a social reject (but this was only while in school) The story she made up happened between Drama and Maths, I remembered walking alone and going to the lesson but I never remembered walking past her at all.

The story she made up and wrote down was so specific and intricate that it (combined with questions from the head such as "well maybe you just grabbed or just kissed her?" "are you sure that you didn't do any of this?") actually made me question my own memory of the day. As if I had just somehow forgotten it!

The police came to my house, to speak. I was terrified, I made them tea and they spoke to my parents and I. The first thing that said to me was said with a smile "I don't think you did this. But we have to talk anyway." After about 15 minutes they left and it was over with. When I walked past Sam next she looked extremely Glum. I never really spoke to her again. But one day I walked up to her when she was alone and asked her why she did it. She replied with "I was angry, I made it up because I wanted to get you expelled."

Username: NamesEvad

Last year, I started dating this girl. You could say she was my first proper girlfriend. It wasn't until the first month of dating until I realised that she was a complete psycho. She was emotionally unstable. She was crazy. Insane. Psychotic!

I was whipped, my friend and even my stats teacher told me I was whipped (I was in my final year of high school) She had a lot of rules, I wasn't allowed to wear any bright coloured shirts, and this includes blue and purple. My favourite shirt was was a purple Ralph Lauren shirt, and when I wore it to school, she would make me change shirts at school. (She would keep some "authorised" shirts in her locker). So basically I was only allowed to wear "authorised" clothing.

She threw away all my yellow shirts and jackets.And I wasn't even allowed to wear shorts when I was with her. It was the middle of summer and soo bloody hot, and when I wore shorts she would littlertly cry and say "why do you dress like a poor person when I try to look nice" She made me take off my yellow jacket in the middle of winter and I was freezing.

This one time, we were window shopping, and she said to me " I wish I was a normal girl, I just want to look at something in the shop, and I want the guy to instantly buy it for me" and I was like "damn girl, that ain't normal". So she littlertly cried about it for 2 weeks. I got really sick of it so I was like, "fuck fine" and I ended up buying her a designer handbag. Now a few weeks later we were at the same shop, and the same bag was on sale, and she says "I'm never going to wear this bag again, because its for poor people".

A similar thing happened again a few weeks later. I somehow need up buying her another hang bag. One day, when we were walking in town, she sees a random girl holding the same bag as her, and says "I'm never wearing this bag because poor people wear it."

She had a huge problem, she was self conscious, she didn't want people to think she was poor. Whenever we're shopping and when I look at the price tag of an item, she called me stingy because she thinks I won't be able to afford it. Now that's just fucking crazy. Of course you have to look at a price tag when you want to buy something, because you have to know how much you're spending.

She was begging me to buy her some Opi nail polish, so I ended up buying her 2 bottles. And she says I'm not going to wear this because nail polish is for naughty girls.She never let me hang out with my friends. I always had to be home by 9pm, and if I wasn't she would think I was cheating on her. Whenever my friend (male) called me she would always call him a homo.

Whenever me and my ex left a restaurant or a shop, I wasn't allowed to say goodby to the female worker. Because when I did she saiid was flirting with her. I wasn't even allowed to hang out with any female friends (unless my friend was a lesbian).

She would always check my phone and made me give her my Facebook password. And when I didn't want to give her my password she assumed I was cheating on her and ended up crying. So I ended up giving her my password. When we walk down the road in town, I always had to keep my head down, because if I slightly looked in the general direction of a women, she would say I was checking another girl out.

She made me wear cardigans and stupid clothes and when I got a hair cut, she would littlertly cry and say that I wasn't allowed to get a hair cut without her permission. And she cried about it until, it grew back to my normal length.

She said I loved my little sister more because I was looking after my little sister when she was sick instead of talking to my girlfriend on the phone. She cried for about a week saying that I didn't love her because of this. She would always scream, yell cry when she didn't get what she want, like I said, she was emotionally unstable, and also a huge bitch. Her family even asked me why I was dating a bitch.

Whenever her female friends got presents from boys she would tell me about and complain about how I never bought her shit and she would fucking cry about it. Now, I treated her well. I respected her and did everything she wanted and played by her rules. But she would always tell her friends that I didn't treat her well.

This was the worst 5 months of my life. i admit, i wasnt happy. I barley got in touch with any of my friends and they were worried for me. I don't know why I stayed, maybe it was because she was my first girlfriend. But now that I'm no longer with her, I've been happier and been able to spend more time with my friends and family.

Username: Brightparker

God damn I'm late to this but I'll tell you anyways. My crazy ex was in high school and she told me she had a mild caseof lukemia and would get "sick" from time to time. During this time she would disappear on me for a few days to a week. I thought nothing of it cause why question it, who would lie about it. I found out later that that was her scapegoat to go on dates and screw around with other guys.

She also **hit me with her car**. I went to go see her after I (very stupidly) took her back after I found out that she cheated on me. We made up but she went missing right after, so i decided to go to her house after a few days to see what happened.

(I thought maybe she got I trouble with her parents) when i showed up and got out of my car I was crossing the street to get to her house. Turns out she was pulling out of the driveway saw me and proceeded to hit me and kept going.

This wasn't an accident cause I parked a couple hoses down she had time to stop and made eye contact but she didnt., she pressed harder on the gas. I bounced of her hood and landed in the street. In shock I drove home and then called our mutual friend to try to understand what just happened. I then got my sister to take me to the hospital where I found out I had internal contusions but no broken bones.

During this time she filed for a protective order. Staying one step ahead of me. I was served a couple days later and had to defend myself in court using all my own saved money on a lawyer. The judge ruled everything out in court cause she made such a scene and claimed it was a young lovers quarrel. Next day I woke up to a broken and tampered vehicle.

The girl was a year below me so months down the road she tried getting me kicked out of prom which I had went with my new girlfriend in the same class and then tried to keep me from going to graduation ceremony to see my then girlfriend graduate.

She also completely ruined my reputation saying I abused her. I heard every story about what happened. Stories of how I would hit her, I broke into her house at night, I tried to rape her, I threatened to kill her, I held her at knife point and gun point. These stories got me threatened multiple times, ruined freindships I had and prevented new ones. I lost respect from important people in my life simply cause they didn't let me defend myself.

It didn't stop there. Almost a year after we had broken up my Facebook and email account were hacked and changed. I don't know how they got the passwords. Messages were sent to friends that put me in awkward situations and almost got my ass kicked. I was eventually kicked out of my accounts in which this new person took over. Two years later the Facebook account is still managed.

They post things and like things, except now Facebook has the map posted on the timeline where it shows where you're at due to GPS or whatever it is. The location it shows is my ex girlfriends house. I found this out last month when i was going to drunkenly show my friend my doppelganger account. It sent chills down my spine.

Things I missed were that she said she was pregnant when we were going through a rough patch and then lost the baby a month later. Also what I'm pretty sure is related to her is I had random people calling me and threatening to kill me.

They were different people from different numbers saying how they wanted me dead. Ya now its hard for me to trust people and at the first iota of crazy I get the fuck out or explain to them that i don't deal with shit like that and that it would be best to move on.

Username: LVKRFT

You'd think I would learn after the 3rd Baker Act and 4th suicide attempt but no.
I was so sure I could help him, that I could pull him through.
After all, he was only 16 (I was 17).

I wanted to redeem his youth, the childish essence he had when he had his gymnast dreams and a thirst to live, not the need for the next best high or untold lie.

He had the world in his hands but somewhere between the lands of life and love he found drugs and built a home there, right in between where barely any of us could understand or reach him since we were too far into either side of the spectrum. He was kicked out of two high schools for his behavior and eventually was banned from any public school, home school was the only way for this boy who lived outdoors more than anyone I knew.

Only more time for him to find drugs, "an experience he couldn't resist each time it called out to him" he told me. His mother, bless her soul, took the brutal force of it all. No army of therapists or doctors or treatments helped my other half, only deepened his obsession for narcotics and not a day passed where he didn't ignore or verbally abused his mother but she took it all and did whatever she could for her son, regardless what anyone said of her parenting.

We didn't just want 'the best for him', we wanted him to be **satisfied**. Satisfied with the support he couldn't stop receiving from his friends and family, satisfied with the love I had to offer but more importantly, with the unconditional love his mother had to offer.
But one by one, people left his life.

His suicide attempts consisted of taking an obscene amount of drugs, usually mixed but most of the times just a large amount of ecstasy, then calling his friends and then me to announce that he will be gone by the end of the night.
3 times of this and by the 3rd time, I was the only person he had left to call.
But I still answered.
I still ran to him.
I still loved him.

A few more times of this and now,
The seizures start.
We would walk and use public transportation for our daily adventures and almost daily, he would drop, sometimes even foam at the mouth, and shake violently.
The only way I was able to help him recover was through CPR and this is how it became a daily routine, almost twice a day.
Still, the drugs continued.
The attempts worsened.

At this point, he had broken up with me a few months back for my best friend but my best friend broke up with him after the 6th suicide attempt thus explaining why I'm the only one holding his hand bedside at the hospital, same hospital my two gorgeous little sisters were born at yet it is something I am only able to recall secondhand since my ex told me he saw the light about me and wanted to get back with me and I did.

Can't ask my why, love is love. but then he tells me he's diagnosed. *Schizophrenic.*.
It seemed like it all made sense to me and like somehow all my work wasn't in vain.
Then I get a call from the doctor (2 months later since at the time, his mother and I were not on good terms and I couldn't verify his condition through her).
*No such diagnosis was ever given.*

After talking to the doctor and never reaching a conclusion on whether or not he really is schizophrenic since someone who fakes schizophrenia and schizophrenic episodes (yes, he also faked the seizures. For 5 months) can *technically be considered schizophrenic*,
I never bothered to find out the end of it,
I just never spoke or saw him again.

Not until a few weeks ago after his mother passed away from cancer, the one and only person who truly withstood the storm that was my ex.

He hit me up and apologized for all that he put me through and for leaving me twice for my best friend (yes, after the "diagnosis" he broke up with me for the same guy. **Again.**), told me I was truly the only one who cared at all for him and thanked me for trying so hard for him.
Then he asked me if I had a connect for Molly. You win some, you lose some.

Username: sirkingmister

Honestly, I have so many stories that I'm just going to give a quick couple of highlights of my last three relationships:

Ex GF #1:
- Seriously considered breaking up with me after she found out I wasn't baptized
- Told me she 'prayed for forgiveness' every time after we had sex
- Accused me of pushing her out of a raft when she fell out during a river rafting trip. When I refused to take that bait, she ignored me and started blatantly hitting on the river rafting guides. In front of both me and my dad.
- Logged into my fb and read my messages

Broke up with her when I went to my grandma's funeral and wouldn't respond to her text messages quickly enough

Ex GF #2:
- Went behind my back and read my text messages to see if i was cheating on her; asked me about things that clued me in on this and then lied about having checked my phone
- Asked me if "i talked to any girls today" and, if so, what I talked to them about. Made me feel guilty about even innocuous conversations with friends to the point that I stopped talking to people
- Told me I was the only thing that made her happy, and flatly rejected the notion that we need to learn to be happy and peaceful when alone, too
- Gaslighted me constantly, minimizing horrible things she said and did to me and made me feel like I was crazy and unreasonable in my memories of these events

- Last straw was when she described our 3rd year together's valentines day as "awful" because I didn't call her when I woke up. This was after I spent the entire weekend beforehand with her (we went to different law schools in CA), talked with her past midnight on Feb 13/14, fb messaged her when I got to my first class, sent her hundreds of dollars for flowers, and had my law school acappella choir call and sing her a song. Her response to the song: "who the fuck was that bitch who sang the solo?" When I told her it was my fellow first-year friend J___, she called her a bitch and said she would've preferred that I not have called her at all, even though I didn't have any solos that I could've sung.

Broke up with her when I started reading about emotional and psychological abuse in relationships and I started shaking because of how it scary it was to read something so in line with what I was experiencing.

Ex GF #3:
- Constantly interpreted my actions in the worst possible light
- Got in arguments with me regularly about how I was fucking things up
- Never understood when she was saying or being inappropriate socially (I later found out that she has aspergers, which she never told me)

Broke up with her when, after spending 6 consecutive days together before law school finals, she demanded that we hang out again. After less than 24 hours apart. Btw, in those 6 days, I took care of her because she got the flu and, when she went to the bathroom to throw up, she LITERALLY SHIT MY PANTS.

She was wearing a pair of my basketball shorts, didnt' come out of the bathroom for about an hour, and came out later and said she would need to take my shorts home and clean them for me. I was SUPER cool about it, but jesus christ at some point I just needed some time alone, you know? She couldn't handle it, though, and she accused me of not caring about her at all and basically told me to go fuck myself.

Since we've broken up, she's literally gone off the fucking DEEP end. She doesn't have any friends left at law school, she posts on FB ≈ 40-60 times PER DAY (e.g. things like, "I just figured out life - FORREALS YO", followed by an eminem song with lyrics that she believes explain life perfectly).

Username: McSneeeze23

I met a girl that was a bartender at the local place that I hung out at all the time. I pursued her over the course of several months and we started dating.

Three months in she got kicked out of her apartment. She gave me some sob story about her roommate being a cunt and I believed it. At the time I had just moved into an awesome and cheap place with a lawyer friend of mine that took up the second and third floor of a large house. Lawyer friend occupied the main floor and I occupied the top floor. We had our own bathrooms but shared a kitchen. After girl got booted from her place I reluctently allowed her to stay at my place. She was a manager at a Starbucks and I assumed she would eventually get her own spot.

Over the span of ten months I realized she was a raging alcoholic. She repeatedly peed the bed when drunk. I realized she was taking my nalgene bottle and filling it with vodka and orange juice and taking it to work with her every morning.

She rode her bike to work, and while smashed, crashed the bike and slammed her face into the pavement, destroying her teeth.

All these things were played off and I didn't really realize that she was batshit. After she got fired from Starbucks for drinking on the job I confronted her and flat out told her she needed to get her shit together. We got into an argument and I kicked her out (she didn't pay rent) and gave her an undetermined time to get out.

The night I kicked her out she proceeded to go out to the bar with my roommate (lawyer guy). They got hammered and I could hear them having loud sex on the floor below our bed.

The next day I took all of her stuff and put it in the parking lot behind our house and told her she needed to move. I was mad at lawyer guy too (even more so) ,but I had just moved into this awesome place and didn't want to move out.

That night she got raging drunk and came into our place flailing a knife at me and screaming. She shredded her clothes with her own knife and tried to stab me. I ended up spraying her with pepper spray. She retreated to lawyer guy and he grabbed a pistol and came upstairs brandishing it and I maced him.

I ended up barricading the door and moving out the next day. She called the cops but they dismissed the case because she offered to give the officers blow jobs if they arrested me. Over a period of years she told everyone in my small town that I had beat her and raped her. Some of them believed her and I was banned from some of my normal haunts.

Years later, after everything had passed I had a new apartment. The driveway to the apartment was very narrow with a high wall on one side. After a dinner with my folks I came back to find her stealing my bike and sitting on the wall with a bottle of vodka. She then asked me if she could sleep/stay at my place.

I have no idea what ended up happening to that girl but I'm glad I haven't heard from her 6 years.

Username: rumbar

I was in high school. I was 16-17 years old. He tasted like cauliflower. I should have known it was a bad sign. He was nice to be around at first, but he was really religious and I was never a religious person. Still, he didn't push it much on me, so I didn't mind too much until he started calling and I would be on the phone for literally...two or three hours...convincing him not to kill himself.

This would go on pretty much every day for weeks. He would get depressed and sad and then I would have these long conversations trying to give him hope to survive until the next day. It was really stressful in hindsight, but I thought I was helping.

I got a ride home from his mom a couple times. She was a really tired lady, and they all lived in a really shitty part of town. She was maybe in her early 40's and I guess the Christianity they followed didn't allow them to use birth control or something because she had like five children and that was how I learned that Crazy Boyfriend didn't believe in birth control methods at all.

I actually asked him about this and he said to me (with a totally straight face): "Yeah, but if you have sex until you're pregnant, it's not like you can get more pregnant, so it's fine!"

Other weird things came out later, such as his insistence that women shouldn't have jobs or go to college. I was like...uh...nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

The final straw happened one morning in study period where we were talking on the bleachers and he just goes on and on about how sad and horrible he is and how we should break up because he's a gross person and whatnot (this is him, mind you, not me), and I finally say, "you know what? I don't think this relationship is working out. Sorry. I'm leaving."

He freaked out and cried and didn't come to school for like two weeks. When he finally came back, he told me that he stayed in bed and didn't do anything but cry for that whole time. I told him that that was his decision, and that he obviously needed professional help.

He tried being stalky and creepy at school for awhile, so after trying a bunch of ineffective tactics, I ended up basically taking everything he'd ever told me about himself and used it against him to. I basically kinda broke him psychologically because he wouldn't leave me alone. I dunno. I don't like doing it, but if someone threatens me or my friends/family, then all bets are off.

He called a lot for awhile, but I just didn't answer, and he couldn't get his mom to drive over from the shitty part of town, so he never came to my house to bother me. In the end, his dad apparently lost his shitty minimum wage job so they had to move to Texas to live in a church or something- it sounded kind of cult-y and I was glad that he was out of my life.

The creepy thing was that a couple years after that, he messaged me on linked-in or one of those older social media companies that are defunct nowadays and tried to send me a friend request. He was like "oh, I'm in the military now and I'd like to pick up where we left off."

I'm like STILL NOPE. I blocked him and blocked all messages from him. I know he's not nearly as "crazy" as some of the crazy exes in here, but he ranks high on my squick-o-meter.

Username: Oniknight

Man, where do I even start? When I met her, she seemed like a somewhat normal early-20 something. She liked to party, maybe drank more than she should, seemed a little wild, but hey, what 22 year old guy wasn't into that sort of thing?

But then the crazy started leaking out. Turns out she had been arrested for a drunk in public a few years before we had met. Okay, no big deal, shit happens. Oh, wait, no, she's been arrested multiple times for DIP *and* had an aggravated DUI. Awesome. This came out after we had gone out for drinks and whatnot a few times when she had driven. But whatever, ain't my license on the line, but I did start driving more when we went out.

Little bit down the line, turns out she takes some medication for anxiety. Oh, okay, I mean, whatever, I know a lot of people who take benzos. Wait, no, actually, she's on a cocktail of anti-anxiety drugs, anti-depressants, mood-stabilizers and who knows what else. Oh and she sells Norcos for her dad. Sell meaning eats a lot of them and sells some of them to her junkie friends.

Ok, I mean, I'm not super down with that, but I'm not really in a situation to be telling her what to do. I expressed my dislike of it and she said she'd stop.

Why was she on all of these drugs might you ask? Turns out she was in a horrendous car accident when she was 19 in which her mom and another person died right in front of her and she sustained life-threatening injuries, including the loss of some of her organs, including one of her kidneys. She had scars, but had always side-stepped the questions, saying something about an operation she had had when she was younger. But yeah, she's running on one kidney, while eating drugs and drinking like a friend. Great, just great.

Needless to say, there were plenty of late night drunken fights about who-knows-what and her flying off the handle because, well, she was, for all intents and purposes, crazy, whether it was because of the drugs or because of whatever demons the car-wreck had created in her mind.

The final straw came when she disappeared from her house one night, black out drunk. I wasn't with her, but her room-mate called me, asking if I knew where she was. I told her I hadn't talked to her in a few hours, tried to call and text her multiple times, but I got nothing. I was worried, but didn't have any recourse, so I went to sleep.

I wake up to my doorbell ringing at 9AM. It's her. She had gotten dropped off by her dad. She reels off this story about how she had gone out with a friend (who was driving her car) and they got stuck and had to get the car towed. She lived a little bit out in the country, so this kinda made sense. It was a Saturday, so she wasn't going to be able to get her car out of the tow lot until Monday.

Well, shitty, but okay. Monday morning rolls around, she still doesn't have her car and asks for a ride to work. No problem. Next day, same thing, needs a ride, no big deal. She says that she's having some problem getting her car out of the lot because of some mix-up at the DMV or something, but hopefully it'll get lined out soon.

A week later, after driving her to work and picking her up most days, I'm hanging out at a party and my friend asks me if I was gonna tell him about Erin's DUI.

*What?* My friend worked with a neighbor of the girl's dad and had gotten the full story. Turns out she had gotten blacked-out drunk (and probably eaten a bunch of drugs) and drove out of her house, took out a fence and crashed her car into someone's barn. Totaled her car, got arrested and spent the night in the drunk tank. Got picked up and dropped off at my house in the morning. She'd been lying to me for about 2 weeks straight at that point. Needless to say, I confronted her about it and broke it off.

Crazy, drunk, drugged out girlfriend eats drugs, totals car, gets arrested and lies about it, becomes *the* crazy ex.

Username: braff_travolta

He ended up in the in dryer at my apartment complex in the middle of the night naked and crying. Yes, you read that correctly and no, I am not making this up (I wish I was). I found this guy on okcupid, and he really was a nice guy if a little strange (good looking too).

We dated for about several months, during which time he slowly revealed that he was hearing things that he couldn't possibly be hearing (his upstairs neighbors or my roommate were talking shit about him, even though I couldn't hear a thing) and he started to get paranoid.

This all came to a climax one night when we were at a comedy club with some of my friends. He had been acting strange all night and thought my friends hated him and were talking shit about him from a couple of feet away (they weren't, I was sitting between them. They had even told me previously that they liked him). He left before the show started and I didn't see him again, until...

Eight months later my roommate was getting ready for work one morning (she gets up around 5:30am). She heard strange noises coming from the laundry room which shared a wall with the hallway of our apartment.

She thought the loud wailing sounds were from our neighbor's crazy friend and that she'd have to deal with her when she went in the laundry room to get her bike, but when she went in there she couldn't see anyone and wasn't sure where the sound was coming from.

She searched around and was looking under the table across from the washer and dryer when she heard the dryer door being pulled shut (I know, horror movie shit right there). She was about to open the door (!), brave lady that she is, but thought better of it and went to wake up sleeping me (I work in mental health) for help.

I got up and could hear the crying, so I went out to the laundry room and opened the door. At this point, the person who had previously occupied the dryer was lying face down and naked on the lineolum floor. I asked if they were okay (not knowing who it was at that point) and there was no response. I told my roommate to call the police and while she was on the phone, this person gets up (he was actually wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses) and walks past us and into our apartment.

He sat on one of our chairs and proceeded to give me a death stare while my roommate was outside speaking with the cops and her work explaining what was happening. He was in our apartment over the course of an hour while the police, and later the paramedics checked him out and he did not say one word.

The most he did was make a guttural growling noise while he gave whoever was speaking that hate-filled stare. Finally the paramedics took him to the hospital and I never saw him again.

Some notes: The car we figured out was his was parked outside for about five days and one day disappeared. All he had in his pockets (his clothes were on the floor of the laundry room, so I brought them into the apartment) was a boarding pass from around the time he disappeared (his family was from another state) and car keys and we could see that in the car were only a bunch of energy drinks and fast food wrappers that implyed he had driven up from said other state (about 1-2 days drive) and taken up residence in our dryer).

My neighbors and I tried to get in touch with his family, but they were unlisted and the hospital couldn't tell us any information. I wish him well and hope he's doing better now. My former roommate and neighbors are all redditors and can verify this story if necessary.

Username: stumptowngal

Ok I got one, her named rhymed with “Wacky Chlamydia”. I was 14, freshman year of high school, virgin, I meet a girl in the hallway wearing a dog collar and a leash and she asks me to walk her... We end up making out in one of the out coves. At this point I don’t think she’s crazy I just think SEX SEX SEX.

Fast forward a month later and I find out she cuts herself. Not a big deal, it seems like every girl in this high school does... I do ask her to stop and do the whole “it’s bad for you, don’t hurt yourself, I love you”... ugh I wanna vomit just thinking about it. She eventually stops cutting her wrists but instead cuts her ass cheeks because no one can see it. K

Fast forward a few months, we’re camping in PA with her family. I had begged my mother to let me go and she finally agreed after having a huge fight. My mother tried to convince me this chick was crazy and I was telling her she was over baring and a bitch...I regret everything.

While camping she cheats on me with these 2 brothers she met in the community center who are a 2 years younger than us. Both are ugly fat pig looking boys who had the personality of gym socks. I break up with her but I’m still stuck in PA with her and her family for the next week. My mother won’t pick me up because I was a little prick and she was teaching me a lesson. I had to sit across the table from these shit heads for breakfast and dinner for the next week.

On our way back to NY she’s trying to make moves on me in the back seat. I don’t go for it and remind her that we’re over. She goes to school the next day bragging about how she broke up with me.

Fast forward a week or 2 and I’m seeing a new girl. Wacky’s friends are all running up to me to tell me what a terrible person I am for doing what I did to Wacky. I have no idea what they’re talking about. Turns out she beat herself up and cut her wrists claiming I did it and she carries around this book filled with pictures of me, things I drew, and some chewed gum. Along with this book, she has a teddy bear with a little baggy inside that contains a lock of my hair...I DON’T FUCKING REMEMBER HER TAKING A LOCK OF MY HAIR!

Later that day I get called down to the Dean’s office and had to explain to them that she’s a nut case, they don’t believe me and tell me I’m on warning and let me go, just to call me back an hour later to have a meeting with Wacky and her crazy mom. I beg the Dean to leave me alone and not to do this but she doesn’t listen and throws me in “the box” with these people.

Wacky is begging I take her back and says if I don’t she’ll tell people I did worst things to her and HER FUCKING MOM IS SITTING RIGHT THERE AGREEING TO THIS! I had just seen the movie Swimfan so I knew not to play this game, I quickly got the Dean and told her what Wacky had just said. The Dean ends the session and has Wacky agree to leave me alone.

After school I’m walking home with the new girl I’m seeing and this car comes speeding down the block and parks sideways on the street. Who else is in this car but Wacky and her crazy mom! They both jump out of the car, push the girl I’m seeing away and try to force me in the back seat. I yell to my best friend to get New Girl (the new girl I was seeing) out of here and bring her to my house. I then shove them both off of me and Wacky’s mom runs back into the car.

She starts screaming for Wacky to get in but Wacky is just standing there staring at me. Wacky then says a line from an Amanda Bynes movie (I really wish I could remember what the line was, it’s from the one where she needs to be fancy but she’s too much of a tomboy) which I call her out on because it was so fucking odd. She then starts this high pitch screaming in what I assume was a foreign language only meant to be understood by dogs. Her mom then forced her into the car and they drove off.

I later got a restraining order against her and her mother...

Username: DannyFnLanza

oh this is a good one (sorry it's long) I was with my ex from 15 to 22 years old, so it was quite a long one. We knew each other from the area and I guess we just got together

We got pregnant at 18, but she miscarried unfortunately and things were tough for a while but we worked it out.

She went to university up in Uxbridge (west london), where her signal was always terrible, so I would usually think nothing of it if i couldn't get through to her. Come to find out theres a rumour she's been seeing some guy there, and immediately I came to her defence on it, I was pissed that someone would make up that stuff, but our mutual friend's boyfriend knew the guy, and confirmed what happened.

So after that, it was a very messy breakup. When I broke up with her she apparently (never saw this) downed a bottle of pills and tried to kill herself (we're around 21 at the time, i'm 25 now). Her friend calls me from hospital saying she overdosed, and I need to come and see her. Fuck that I thought, I knew she was attention seeking.

We stopped talking, I moved on, met someone else. Around 3 or so months later i hear from mutual friends that she's pregnant, and my heart sank, all the arguing and anger was finally over with, I couldn't tell you how much I started to realise how batshit insane she was.

I spoke to her eventually, and apparently she was 3-4 months pregnant with my child. I instantly was prepared to be a father to my child, i didn't have a father growing up, so it meant a lot to me.

I tried to start getting involved with the child. I kept booking days off to make her doctor's appointments, but every time I told her I could make it, it somehow had to be 'rescheduled' coincidentally to days she knew I was working. I asked to see her red book (child health record to track your baby's progress) and she told me she lost it, and that the nurse was posting it. She couldn't find the baby scans either.

So after a while I was feeling very doubtful she had a child, I couldn't get any answers so I left it alone. If I came to find she was actually pregnant, I would have been there instantly.

Skip a year and a half now, a mutual friend (one of my old close friends) tells me my ex has a child (I long suspected he was banging her, but thats another story) and so I get back in touch with her. She tells me she has a year old daughter, and she looks just like me blah blah. I asked her to send me a picture, which she did. I tineye'd it, and traced it back to a photobucket account, and then to a youtube account and a mother's forum. A video on the youtube channel showed a little girl that looked the same as the one in the picture she sent me, but now a toddler. I got in touch with the youtube account, and she verified that was her child, she was based in the US (i'm from the UK)

When I call her out on it she immediately comes out with 'i didn't want you to know what she looks like', we met in public a couple times to discuss it, and both times she couldn't bring the child because of various stupid excuses. I said I would pay for a paternity test, if she brought her out we'll do the test and if she's mine then we'll discuss the arrangements. She said the child has a 'father figure' already and he's very protective of her so he wouldn't have let her go out alone with her.

She also said the child had a heart condition and was awaiting surgery so she was keeping her at home. I got fed up and contacted her cousin I was close to, and asked him if she had a child. He said 'no, she's been quiet for a while but she definitely doesn't have a child'

I told her take care and get some help and that was the end of it.

Username: superphotonerd

Mkay this is fucked up. When i was 13 my dad decided I was not "religious enough" and found a local church with a really...exceptional(?) youth group. Or so he had been told by friends. I joined this church along with my family and started youth grouping, that's what it's called right? The teen leader of the youth group was an egotistical, over religious, idiotic asshole. BUT I fell for him hard and fast, because back then I did not SEE what he truly was.

I only saw a handsome (he was quite hot), outgoing and funny guy who from the get go took an interest in me. He was 16. Oh yeah my father is a (now retired) narcotics officer, and frequently had to leave alot, and so I was left to my own devices.

34I was a "good girl" and never got into any trouble, quite shy and a major book worm. So when i started going to youth group meetings, festivals or outings my dad was excited, and happy I had "good" people to be with while he was usually out at all hours working.

This guy completely enthralls me, I mean I am so in..something, not love but something with him. I did what he said, I dressed more acceptable (long everything; sleeves, skirts, etc.). I carried my bible everywhere, I talked only when spoken too, I STUCK to him because he said if i loved him (again i thought this was love) I would follow him anywhere.

This goes on FOR TWO YEARS!! I think about this and hate myself for it, for being dumb. Well anyways, he's slowly turning me into a weird zombified religious mute person thing. I don't remember having my own thoughts at this time, I just remember him and wanting to be accepted by him. Well I'm 15 now (not now, but at this point in the story) and i'm experiencing more in my life, my dad has begun to HATE this dude, i mean HATE HIM.

So much so that he tells my brothers to go to church and youth group with me more often. Because although he cannot put his finger on it, he feels something is wrong, like either I'm being abused or something worse than that. He tells all this to me later.

Guess what? I kept this part to kind of keep you in the dark like my father and all my family was. See i went to church every Sunday... Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday for church activities, it was a megachurch kinda thing.

But the truth is i was SUPPOSED to go, i was only going on weds and sunday. Those other days i was at his house, I won't go far into the specifics of what happened, but i was being sexually and psychically abused. See the reason my brothers found out, was because my eldest brother followed me when i was dropped of at the church, i walked down to 7-11 and was picked up my him (psycho fucker) he would take me to his house and my brother went to knock on the door and find out wtf is up, he hears me crying, and a loud ass crash.

Psycho fucker was shoving me up against the front door with one hand and throttling my head into the glass panes of it wiht his other, i was again in trouble for "looking like a whore". I had shorts on, not short ones either. Well needless to say alot of Officers, Court and counseling followed.

I was a fucking mess, what was WRONG WITH ME!? I look at me then and think about the shitty horrible, disgusting shit he put me through and wonder who that person was...not him, ME. This has been long enough, but hey...don't let this shit happen to you.

Take a sec to think if your relationship would be fucked up in someone elses eyes, if it is. LEAVE. You're worth so much more, years of counseling and nightmares and finally an amazing husband has fixed me. Don't let it get there.

Username: Iwishiwaslyingtoyou

This will most likely be buried but I feel obligated to share. I could rant about the psycho bullshit this girl put me through for hours but I'll try keep it short. I lost my virginity to her when I was seventeen and and we dated for a year and half. She was a compulsive liar, severely depressed, and likely bipolar or had borderline personality disorder.

When I met her, she told me she had ovarian cancer. Throughout our relationship, she would be 'sick' and I would have to take care of her. At one point she told me she had six months left to live. I was so concerned about her and it seemed that she was not getting adequate medical attention, so I forced her to see a doctor and attended the appointment with her.

Throughout the visit, the doctor only discussed issues with her depression. I finally asked 'what about the cancer?' The doctor looked confused and told me she did not have cancer of any sort. I tried to break up with her immediately after, as I had already attempted to do several times, but she always manipulated me back into her life.

Other crazy shit that this girl pulled. Once, while briefly discussing the idea that I might go to college out of state, she started to get over emotional. I went to take out the trash, came back inside, and found her finishing eating an entire bottle of antidepressants.

I called an ambulance and she was in the psych ward for three days. I was honestly happy to see the paramedics take her off my hands. I had to call the police on her more than once because she was threatening to kill herself and I was too far away to check on her myself.

She lied about being pregnant more than once, typically after I would try break up with her. Once she told me that she was pregnant with twins and had to get an 'abortion'. I spent more than one sleepless night as a seventeen year old high school student convinced that I was going to become a father and that my life was over.

I am fairly certain she was cheating on me. She would have guys stay over at her house who she would swear were just friends. I am quite certain she would then lie to them about me, because apparently they hated me and one of them even threatened me. I bought a knife because I felt I had to protect myself.

At the end of the relationship, she had started a countdown to the day she was going to kill herself and told me she was going to buy a gun. I was concerned she would actually do this because I had lent her $50 a few days before. I was honestly afraid that she would try kill me as well as herlself, this is when I finally opened up to her parents about what she was telling me.

This is when I realized that not only was the cancer a lie, but she was also not adopted and had been lying to me about several other things. To this day I do not know if anything she ever told me were true.

Her parents and I set up a psychological intervention with her therapist, during which she became overly emotional and angry and stormed out. This is when I ended it for good.

To this day, I still have severe trust issues with women. It's been four years since we broke up and I still haven't been in another relationship. I feel like I really need to see a therapist to discuss some of the emotional scars she left on me, because I'm honestly terrified of intimacy and always fuck things up with girls or just vanish when things start getting serious.

Username: wildamyris

This will probably get lost in all of the comments, but: When I was 18, I had an unhealthy attraction to white trash. I was sort of a rebel, dating men I knew my parents wouldn't approve of. I was dating a 22 year old, who lived with his parents in a run down, very small, condo complex. It was right off a road in our city, notorious for all of the hookers, gangs, homeless, and drug dealers.

This man was definitely, by far, the trashiest person I could have ever gotten my hands on. Which worked well for disgusting my parents. We were together for 4 months and I eventually broke it off due to his excessive lying. He took the break up extremely hard, and I was a bit afraid of him because of that.

A month after we had parted, and he had suddenly left me alone after many texts and phone calls demanding I get back with him, I found out I was pregnant. I took two tests, the kind that say clearly, "pregnant" or "not pregnant", and they both came back positive.

I waited a week before deciding that it was the right thing to do to let him know he was going to have a child. I also felt that I needed moral support. Even though he was intimidating after the break up, I felt that he would be good to me, considering I was carrying his baby.

I called him up and let him know what was going on. He let me know, not so nicely, that he had gotten back with his ex girlfriend and wanted nothing to do with me. I sent him a picture of the two positive tests, and asked him to please meet me so that we could talk about what we were going to do.

He would not agree, so I left him alone. Two days later he texted me asking about the tests, asking if I was sure and if I had slept with anyone else. I said I was sure, and no, I had not slept with anyone else; the baby was absolutely his.

Apparently this set him off, and he again told me to "leave him the fuck alone and keep the child". A few hours later he called me, cursing, ranting about how I'm a whore and he knows the kid isn't his. So I tell him "that's fine, I was only trying to give him a chance in being in our lives." But that I don't need added stress from him so to not contact me again, and I would raise the child on my own.

With that, he had a change of heart and told me he was now going to contact me in a few months, to see how far along I was. He also let me know that when the baby was born, he would have a lawyer and would demand a paternity test. He said that when he was sure the baby was his he would take it from me and I'd never see it again, due to me being an unfit person to raise a child, considering I was a whore and all.

I began ignoring him. The threatening calls and texts and Facebook messages went on for another week. When I went to the doctor, THANKFULLY, I was not pregnant. The expensive home tests I had taken were faulty. I called him to let him know I was in fact, not pregnant.

He didn't believe me and threats went on until I changed my number. Soon, somehow, he had found my new one, and they began again. I contacted the police. I have a restraining order, another new number, and I haven't heard from him since.

What I learned from all of this is, if you get a positive test, take another one from a DIFFERENT brand, and NEVER use ClearBlue pregnancy tests. Needless to say, I immediately stopped rebelling against my parents using men they didn't approve of.

Username: Lillawonder

This will get buried, but it's my time to shine! So she and I had been having issues for about 2 years. It started out slow, like we'd fight once a month over stupid little things and sometimes big things. I figured it was normal growing pains of a relationship after a year.

It kept getting worse though. She wanted to fight over every single little thing. I eventually told her I was going to get her an iPhone for her birthday. As a college student, I couldn't afford a new one, but I wanted to get her a nice used iPhone 4 since the 5 had already come out and I could afford one.

Well she freaked out asking if I thought she wasn't good enough for the iPhone 5. These are the kinds of little things she wanted to fight about. If I told her I loved her 5 times that day she'd be upset that it wasn't 6 times. I kid you not. Well, finally I'm fed up with it. So I end up getting mad one day and just going home since I had a quiz to study for and some exams.

I told her not to talk to me for a few days and let me figure things out on my own. That wasn't good enough for her though, as she chose to keep emailing me and calling me and texting me. She messaged my siblings trying to find out what I was doing at all times (despite not living at home and them not knowing).

Finally the Sunday rolls around. I'm sick and tired of getting emails and texts and whatever. I end up finally picking one up to tell her to leave me alone because I hadn't in a day or so and I was tired of my phone blowing up. I answer and say, "Hey."

She responds, "coltsblazers, I think someone is chasing me." Then she hangs up. So what would you do? Would you drive the 30 minutes out to her house to find her and make sure she's okay? Would you call the cops and give all her information, description, address, etc?

If you said yes, then you did exactly what I did. I started getting really creepy texts from her cell phone. Texts asking me, "DO YOU WANT HER BACK?" "SHE LOOKED LONELY." I'm terrified that they're going to kill her, beat her, rape her, all of the above. I'm driving 80 MPH on the back roads trying to get to her house from my school. I get a call from the cops asking me if I thought it was a prank. All I could say was, "God, I hope not."

I get to her town and I'm looking all around for her. She finally calls me and say they let her go. I tell her i'm in her town and ask her where she is. She just tells me not to worry about it and go home. I'm confused about it but keep pressing.

She finally tells me where she is. I pick her up and say we're going to talk to the cops. She tells me that she can't and she wants to go home. Well, the cops are already at her home waiting for us when we get there. I'm terrified that they raped her or did some other horrible things to her.

The officer talks to her alone for about 15 minutes. Comes back to me and hands me his card asking me to call him when we're done talking. So I sit down with my girlfriend and ask her what happened. First words out of her mouth were, "coltsblazers, would you be mad if I told you I lied?"

Eventually she admitted she lied. I got up, had a few choice words, and left. Went back the following week to give her some of her stuff. Told her not to call me or email me or talk to me ever again. That's right. She faked her own kidnapping.

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Moved in with boyfriend. He hasn't exhibited any signs of being "weird" at this point, except for once when he called me at work and was mad that I hadn't orgasmed the night before when we had sex. Seemed kind of weird, but I told him to just let it go.

Soon, he starts imposing stipulations on what I can and can't do. Wouldn't let me drive my car anywhere, insisted that I ride the bus, even across town to get multiple bags of groceries. If I said I didn't like to ride the bus, he called me a "conservative", like it was the worst insult imaginable.

He proposed, and I accepted, even though I was starting to feel nervous about the relationship. He started exhibiting serious aggression. If someone accidentally walked in front of him, he'd be ranting about it for ten minutes or more. He bought an antenna for his tv, but since it was a crt, I told him he needed an hd tuner too. He took the antenna out of the box and snapped the pieces and stomped on it. I told him he could have just returned it and he got mad at me for "picking on" him.

Little things started setting him off, and once he lunged at me, spitting and cursing (literally, spittle dribbling from his mouth) and put me in a headlock then ripped my engagement ring off my finger and shouted "YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE ANYMORE." We weren't married.

One time I was taking a bath and he sat in the living room staring into the bathroom and started berating me, saying I was fat, worthless, and had bad teeth.

A female friend came into town and I told him I was going out for drinks with her. He seemed upset, even though he went out with friends often. When I got home, he had barred the door with a chair and a dresser. I tried to get in and he called me a "filthy whore" over and over.

The breaking point was when he got mad and grabbed a bottle of wine and tried to break it on the counter. He'd tried to do the same thing during our last argument, but it didn't break so I knew he was going to try it again. It didn't break but he broke his counter with it. He also punched a hole in the wall. I told him I was leaving and went to my sister's (she grudgingly let me stay, but she's another story).

In the days that followed, he sent me pictures of my furniture (which I couldn't get because I didn't want to go alone and my sister wouldn't accompany me) out on his front yard. He said he was going to break all my dishes.

In the months that followed, I'd receive emails almost daily about how he "found out" the real reason I broke up with him. He said his boss, who fired him, had hired me to date him until the company didn't need him anymore and then break up with him. He said he hired a private detective to find out what I was really up to.

Over a year after I'd left him, he sent me a threatening email that said "Oh so you think you can just drag my name through the mud and get away with it? Not anymore."
I told him to never contact me again and blocked him on gmail.

And that is the shittiest, craziest boyfriend I've ever had. There are more stories, but the most fucked up part is that my sister and her husband still maintain contact with him.

Edit: When I finally got the last of my things from him, they were in a box that he had written on with permanent marker. It said "bullshit server" (I worked at a restaurant) and "whore" and "liar" all over it.

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