New Phone, Who Dis?
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“My ex bought a new phone and lost all his numbers. He asked me to text him so he can save my number again. As he and I drove home, I texted him, ‘Hey cutie, what’s up?’
He responded, ‘Hey can’t talk right now. I’ll text you back in 5.’
I figured he was messing with me and forgot about it. As soon as we got home, he went to the bathroom. A moment later my phone lit up:
Ex: ‘So hey. What’s up?’
Me: ‘Uhm… not much, you?’
Ex: ‘Super turned on. Wanna meet up tonight?’
Me: ‘Why not right now? I am, too.’
Ex: ‘Okay. I will try to make it ASAP. Cool?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’
A moment later, he came out of the bathroom for the following conversation:
Ex: ‘I’m actually just gonna head home I think. I don’t feel too good. Is that okay?’
Me: ‘Uhm okay…’
Ex: ‘Oh but can you text me real quick so I have your number?’
Me: ‘Sure…’
I sent him a text while we stood in the same room: ‘Hi.’
Him: ‘Shoot.’
I forgot what exactly happened afterward, but I vaguely remember removing him forcefully from my apartment…
A real keeper, that one.”
“Crazy Women Be Crazy”
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“I was off and on with my ex for a few years. We would be great for a month or so, then all of a sudden she turned into a different person and we split. We ended after just over a year on mutual terms. She moved on, I moved on. Then we got back together after about seven months or so.
It was going great at first, then after a few weeks, she told me she had seen the doctor and had downstairs warts. I ended it there and then. She threatened to kill herself, so I took her back but refused to sleep with her. Then she told me she was talking to another guy behind my back, so I ended it. She said she would kill herself again. This time, I called her bluff and told her to freaking do it (I knew she wasn’t the type and by that point, I had been messed around so much I was past the point of caring. I know I was a brat). I woke up in the morning and had about 15 voicemails throughout the night. The voicemails went from crying and begging for me back, to acting really thirsty and telling me what she’d do in the bedroom, to threatening to kill me and any future girlfriends. I also had multiple texts which included loads of nudes trying to show me ‘what you’ll miss.’
I blocked her number.
After blocking her number, I received messages and calls from other platforms, such as Facebook, Twitter and finally email. I blocked her on everything and finally stopped hearing from her…for a few months anyway.
Then I was added on Facebook from some random girl. Usually, I don’t accept add’s from people I don’t know, but I thought I’d make an exception because we had some friends in common. Turns out it was my ex trying to catfish me, which I picked up on pretty quickly when she was asking very detailed questions about my ex…
I haven’t heard from her since. I have been in a great relationship for the last four and a half years. I am engaged and just got on the property ladder with my fiancee, whom I am completely in love with. Although a year and a half ago, my ex liked a photo on my fiancee’s Instagram (probably by accident as they are not following each other). I guess all these years later, she still stalks me in the background.
Crazy women be crazy.”
Trouble At The Triathlon
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“She asked me to do a triathlon her brother was doing while she was going to watch his son. I have never done one before, but she told me she really thought it would be good for me and would be proud of me if I did it.
So I did.
It was a whole weekend camping trip. It rained the whole time. We got there on Friday. I unpacked set up, cooked, cleaned and did everything the whole trip. Her brother apparently forgot to register so it was just me doing the triathlon, which was on Sunday.
I woke up at 5 am, jumped in the coldest water I have ever been in to start, but I still finished it (it was a mini triathlon, so swim half a mile, 13-mile bike ride, and a 5k run, but still that’s a lot for me).
After it ended, we went back to camp. She made me pack everything up, then told me I had to put the tent in the original cardboard box it was in, not just the bag it was in. When I said she was welcome to do it herself, she told me her ex had no issue doing it (mind you, I’m exhausted from, you know, the freaking triathlon, and she just watched me pack up everything alone). I put it in the box but ripped it halfway down, but I didn’t really give a care.
I drove the three hours home and she broke up with me on the car ride home because ‘she just didn’t see any potential in me anymore.’
So yeah…good times.”
She Lied About Everything
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“I started dating a girl who was very cute, super fun, and amazing (or so I thought).
I was 29, she was 24. She was so easy to get along with. We had fun, took awesome road trips. We moved in together, got engaged, got married. Everything was awesome for about three years. Then, one day, she began to act really weird and paranoid. She was totally not acting like herself and finally, I asked her what was going on.
Now, a little backstory: one of the things she told me was that she had no contact with her parents because her father abused her. I mean, who would lie about that?
She demanded to see my email (this was before text messages) because she ‘knew’ I had been ‘conspiring against her’ with my friends. I was really confused. So, I handed her my laptop and was like, ‘Babe, I have no secrets, you can read all the emails you want.’
The next day, I came home from work and I found her moments from death. She was not breathing. I called 911. They came and bagged her, got her on life support, the whole nine. The doctors told me that was likely she wouldn’t survive the night. She OD’d on some super heavy stuff and drinking heavily, which was widely out of character for her.
Amazingly she didn’t die, and three days later, she came out of her coma…only to tell the doctors that I had been keeping her locked up in the basement (we didn’t have a basement) and abusing her. It got even messier. I found her parents’ contact info through friends of hers that knew her brother. I called them and they came to my state.
It turns out they had hired a private detective to find her and find out what was up in her life because she disappeared from them after college. There was no abuse. In fact, her parents told me about her diagnosis of borderline personality disorder. She’d had episodes like this in high school and college where she insisted her boyfriend was abusing her…
Anyway, I immediately filed for divorce. She had lied to me about her entire life.
She dragged me through a year-long divorce, constantly lying to judges etc. She would get lawyers to take her case because she convinced them I was an abuser. They would all eventually drop her after they found out the truth and that she didn’t have any money. Then she would get another one, so it took forever.
The worst part though? She stole my dog and I never got her back.”
She Made The Worst Threat A Woman Could Make
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“I fell in love with a girl like six years ago. We had dated for a little over a year when on our anniversary, she told me she has feelings for a guy she worked with. This snowballed into us breaking up because she thought it was unfair to the other guy to not have a chance with her. Cut to the beginning of this year. After years without contact with her, she randomly messaged me on Facebook. Figuring the past is the past, I decided to be amicable to her and engage in friendly conversation.
It didn’t take long for old feelings to surface. She was flirting hard with me and I was buying it. I was feeling those old feelings I used to feel for her. We talked to each other constantly and started hanging out a few times. Well, one of those times we ended up getting really wasted at my place and we hooked up. At this point, all signs pointed to us getting back together and continuing where we left off.
Eventually, she finally admitted that, even though she loved me and wanted to be together, she was still with the guy she left me for. I flipped out and told her to stop contacting me. I felt sick and betrayed all over again. She lost it and told me she was with this guy even while we were originally dating years ago. They had been hooking up behind my back for months. Sure, she loved me, but she wasn’t IN love with me like she was with him.
Eventually, I had enough of the verbal abuse and told her if she kept contacting me I would get a restraining order. I blocked her texts and Facebook, but she somehow found my email address and was harassing me on there. She said if I went to the police, she would tell them I assaulted her, and went on and on about how I forced her into sleeping with me and all that when I had all our correspondence saved that proved otherwise.
Honestly, the whole thing left me feeling sick and terrified. She even said that everyone would believe her in regards to the assault allegations because I’m a guy and she’s a woman. I told her to leave me alone and if she tried that, I had all of our texts and messages saved that I would freely hand over to the authorities proving she initiated everything.
I blocked her email and thankfully haven’t heard from her since. The whole thing still leaves a disgusting taste in my mouth.”
Toxic Teenage Love
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“When I was 16, I met a guy named Ramin. He cheated on me a lot and lied to me a lot and was really verbally and emotionally abusive. He sucked.
He was smoking weed in his room one day when his mom found out, banged on the door, and asked what he was doing. He jumped out of the second story window. I came and picked him up and took him to the ER because he broke both of his arms. His mom called the cops on him.
For the next six weeks, I wiped his butt, fed him, and showered him EVERY DAY until he got his casts off. He dropped out of high school right before this, too. As soon as he could work again (around Valentine’s Day), he started spending all of his money on weed and lean. I remember crying my eyes out on Valentine’s Day because I just wanted a nice text or something and I got nothing. When I pressed about it, he said that he didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.
Anyway, we broke up a few months later because he was on my phone and saw that I texted someone I went to church with two years prior and IMMEDIATELY jumped to ‘this is your ex-boyfriend under a fake name’ and called me a liar and cheater and kicked me out of his house. By this time, he was literally all I cared about and I was so anxious and strung out that I went home and swallowed 30 antidepressants.
I went to the mental hospital, got out within five days, and the whole time he wouldn’t stop texting my phone about when he’d get my clothes back, even though I didn’t even have my phone.
I got out and literally an hour after I got home, he called me and told me he was gonna kill himself and me and he was coughing up blood. So I called his mom and SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW WE BROKE UP. She told me that if Ramin ever contacted me again, to call the police. He did a few more times after that, so I did.
Eight-ish months later, I got a new boyfriend and my ex started coming into my work and asking about me and where I was. This was at a new job I’d gotten after we broke up. About a year after we broke up, he would call my phone under no caller id every day at 4 for about a week and would stay on the phone for a few seconds and hang up.
I eventually confronted him and haven’t heard from him since. He SUCKS.”
That Road Trip Should Have Been A Red Flag
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“We were driving from LA to Vegas where we were going to hang out with her sister and brother-in-law for the weekend. We were over halfway there when she asked me if I had brought the confirmation number for our hotel reservation.
I thought she was joking so I just laughed. But she asked me again, and I said, ‘No. We don’t need it anyway.’ Oh Lord, the nightmare that followed!
‘We need to go back and get it! What if they can’t find our reservation?’ She went on and on. I gave reasonable answers to all of her concerns. I assured her that I never needed a confirmation number. Despite this, she was DEMANDING that I turn around and go back. If I didn’t, she wanted me to let her out so she could walk or hitchhike home. I didn’t, and she just kept leveling more threats at me.
There was a lot more, too. When we got there, she sulked in the car while I checked us in with no problem. It would take her until the next day to speak to me again.
Plot twist! The real psycho in this story is me. Not only did I stay with her 15 years after that, I moved halfway across the country for her, and had four kids with her. Then, she packed up and moved to Vegas to be close to a truck driver she had met on the internet. Her story, however, is that I kicked her out. Not even her sisters believe her, though.
Anyway, there is a happy ending to this story. After I moved back home, I got custody of my kids, met an amazing woman who has been the best mom my kids could have ever hoped for, and got a good job and a house.
The best revenge is indeed a life lived well.”
Left With Nothing But A Messed Up Head And Trust Issues
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“This was back in high school, but it messed me up for a long time. I got a message from her one day out of the blue saying she liked me so we started dating immediately because high school. Both of our family lives were pretty horrible, so we kind of clung to each other for mental support.
We talked non stop and were together every free minute. She would write me love letters and we’d kiss in the hallways in between classes. Your typical head over heels high school stuff. I got along great with her family and I was over at her house all the time after school. The first time I ate dinner there, her dad had me remain seated after everyone finished to ‘talk to me.’ He proceeded to tell me that all the high ranking government officials are reptiles and explained how you could tell. She immediately pulled me away and apologized for his weirdness. This should have been a huge red flag in retrospect.
She had some weird quirks and stuff, but I was crazy about her so I ignored all the signs. The biggest one I ignored was her talking to an older guy (I think he was out of high school, but I can’t remember). He had told her he liked her and all this other stuff, but ‘he’s not serious.’ I think he was a former friend of her older brother or something. Something about the way he talked to her just made me feel really uncomfortable.
A few months later, I told her I was going away on vacation for a week and she started getting weird about it. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was off. Over that week, she was acting really weird. Not answering texts or calls for a day or so which was completely out of character. She just seemed like she wanted nothing to do with me. I landed from the plane ride home and turned my phone on to a voicemail telling me she cheated on me and it was over. I was numb. I tried calling and texting, but she wouldn’t answer the phone for more than a few seconds at a time. Finally, I got her to agree over text to meet so we could talk about what happened.
We met at her house a day or so later and it was awkward, but we went for a walk in the snow. I admit I was so desperate to see her that I was trying to act like nothing had happened. We were just standing in the snow by the lake not talking and just staring out at the ice. That’s something I’ll never forget.
After we went inside, things took a turn for the worse. Her mom yelled at her for cheating and told me I deserved better than her daughter. It was a horrible thing for a mother to say to her daughter, but I didn’t say anything. After this was hours of her hiding under a blanket going between telling me she was going to kill herself out of guilt to not responding to anything I said or did. Eventually, I told her I would see her at school and went home. We broke things off and avoided each other as much as possible.
Fast forward to me being in summer school sometime later. I got a text from her out of the blue and we started talking again. A day or so later, she swore me to secrecy and dropped a freaking bombshell on me. She told me the guy she cheated on me with and another guy had taken her to a hotel room and assaulted her. I was not allowed to tell a soul, but she wanted to see me.
We walked to a park nearby her house. We talked about how afraid of him she was because he was so much older and knew people in her life and he had threatened her. I said I’d beat him up, like a dumb teenager. We talked about life and our relationship and what happened. It didn’t feel real. I left and we didn’t talk again until a year or so later when she told me she needed to see me again. This time her mom had pushed her into the edge of a table and it messed up her spine. It was strange. She acted like a different person and things were awkward where they didn’t use to be. It was like she knew I would be there to give her attention, but she didn’t actually want me there. She just wanted a body to be around. It happened a few more times before I stopped answering. Each time, it was always someone else in her life had done something horrible and she needed me, then when I showed up she wanted nothing to do with me. She wouldn’t hold a conversation, she would barely look at me.
When I got sent to a therapist a while later, I eventually broke down and told him what had happened and how she had made me swear not to tell anyone. He told me that she was lying to make me feel guilty and he pointed out all these different times where she was being emotionally manipulative. To this day, I have no clue if she was telling the truth or not. I don’t think I’ll ever know and I’m not sure I want to.
Now she’s married and they’ve got a kid together. Now don’t get me wrong, in no way do I wish it was me with her. Aside from the obvious reasons, I also think we’re both way too young to be married or having kids. The whole experience messed with my head for a long long time after it happened. It left me with serious trust issues and a lot of self-hatred. I thought I was unlovable and I’m still recovering from that feeling. Now that’s mostly due to my own mental illness, but it has definitely been exacerbated by all of this.”
“Staying With Him Is One Of My Biggest Regrets”
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“Where do I even start? My ex-boyfriend was the most conceited, narcissistic, self-centered guy I’ve ever met. He was so superficial that nothing I was doing in my life (getting a university education, playing in a band, playing on a sports team, having a job, etc) mattered because I didn’t look good in a bikini.
I wasn’t even overweight, I just carry all my fat on my stomach and he hated that. He also hated the fact that I refused to bleach my hair white or dye it black or the fact that I lived in jeans and t-shirts and refused to let him buy me a ballgown to wear around the mall.
He had all of these ridiculous ‘suggestions’ that he would bombard me with like, ‘I think it would be really cool if you cut off one leg of your jeans at the crotch.’ All of them usually involved me dressing a certain way or changing my appearance to an extreme degree. When I refused, he used to get so mad at me, saying that he was genuinely trying to help me be the best me that I could be and he thought I was just not taking his suggestions to be ‘contradictory.’ He said that a person should always be striving to be their best self and I was only hurting myself by not doing all the stupid stuff he was suggesting.
I called him on it and told him that I’m wasn’t his freaking Barbie doll. I told him I resented his suggestions because they’re all about HIM and what HE wants and never took into account my own style, budget, preferences or lifestyle. Moreover, I felt that being a full-time university student, with a part-time job, who played intramural sports and played in a local band was plenty enough to ‘be my best self.’ Because I was doing what I wanted and not what he wanted, it wasn’t good enough.
Eventually, he realized that he depended on me for everything and I didn’t actually need him for anything. He called me up one night at 2 in the morning to ask me why I never asked him to change the oil in my car. I said because I can do it myself or pay to take it to a garage. I wouldn’t trust him to change my oil because he had never done it before. I dumped him soon after.
Honestly, staying with him as long as I did was one of my biggest regrets.”
He Eventually Showed His True Colors
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“My ex was jobless and lost his apartment, so I let him stay with me temporarily to help him get back on his feet.
I was a full-time student, full-time intern, and I was working part-time as well. Turns out, he got a job, spent all his free time drinking his paycheck away, and I found his coke in my apartment.
I confronted him and he finally showed his true colors and became physically abusive (in retrospect, there were plenty of signs and he was pretty psychologically abusive before that). I was scared of what he would do. I had pets also.
I decided to take him on a trip to his hometown. I woke up at 5 am, snuck out of the hotel, took his key to my apartment, and left. That day, I moved all of his stuff into a storage unit and blocked his number.
I heard from one of his ex-coworkers that he ended up being arrested a couple months later for a couple felonies (fraud and identity theft.) I haven’t heard from that guy since and am in the healthiest relationship of my life. Thank God.
There is a whole lot more to this story that seems equally unbelievable. I still can’t believe that all of this is part of my life. When I look back, it feels like a stranger’s life, not mine. It was hard to look myself in the mirror and forgive myself for all the stuff I put myself through, but with a lot of time, and kindness, and support I was able to.”
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