Ever been wronged by an ex? So have these poor people.
She Tried To Kill Him, But He Couldn’t Prove It
“We agreed that she’d collect her stuff from our place when we broke up, without me being there. I arrived later that evening to find two gas valves opened.
I did not call the cops. How would I prove it anyway? At that point, I was just glad she was out of there and out of my life. And still am. I decided to ignore it and not sound like a lunatic wailing at a police officer about a murderous girlfriend. Believe me, at this point we’d been through enough. Think I saw her once at a glance, at McDonald’s.”
She Refused To Leave HIS Room
“I had a buddy who’s ex, upon breaking up, raced him back to his own house, got there first, and then proceeded to lock herself in HIS room for several days. I don’t even think she talked much while there. She would just sneak out at night time to use the bathroom. Buddy’s kind-hearted, Christian parents fed her by sliding flat foods like bologna and pancakes under the door.”
This Is Heartbreaking
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“He called me at 3 a.m., so I could hear his 3-year-old crying for me. I was 17 years old, living alone for the first time, and nearly suicidal. He was 26. I still wonder why she was crying like that. She’d slept through the night as long as I had known her.”
She Lied About Everything
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“I dated this girl right before high school who was having a rough time for about a year or so. She cut herself, attempted to kill herself, and nearly jumped off her roof at one point. Her parents were mentally and physically abusive to her.
I was so worried, I called child services. They came. She confessed that she was lying.
It took me a while to realize that she actually was lying. About a week after I stopped talking to her from pure hatred towards her and disgust, she messaged me on Facebook. ‘If you can’t put this behind you, it’s all your fault.’
She lied about her entire life to me, and then said it was my fault.”
He Needed Help
“He tried to kill himself. We were together for five years and were engaged for three of those years. Nothing like sitting at work on your second day when you get a phone call from the state hospital saying they have your ‘fiancée.’ We had been split up for two months because he was abusive, and also just plain crazy. I asked to be excused from work, which they were surprisingly okay with, hopped across town to find him in the locked ward. I walked in and asked what he did, seeing as he seemed to be physically unharmed.
Turns out he was caught by security trying to jump off a building. He said that if I didn’t get back with him that there was no point in living. I told him that there was no chance I was marrying him. But I’d always be there as a support. They would only release him into the care of someone else, and I told him it wasn’t going to be me and that was the end of it. I called his mother who lived nearby and demanded she come and collect him. As crazy as he was, he didn’t belong in a place like that with people who were so far gone they were more their illness than a person.
The last time I saw him was just a few hours before he left with his mother. He asked for just a few hours of ‘normal.’ So we cooked dinner, talked about mundane stuff, went to volleyball together with our friends, and then at the end of our game, she stood in the doorway to collect him. And he left.
I guess you could say the worst thing he did wasn’t trying to emotionally manipulate me. It was giving me a taste of what could have been, allowing me to feel something right before he left my life. Make no mistake, I am far better off out of the relationship, I’m borderline unrecognizable as being the same person. But that departure ruined me for a long time. Never have one last fling, it’s better to end with bitterness on your tongue than deal with months of ‘what if’s’ and ‘but’s.’
This Is Horrific
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Years after I’d moved on, I finally got a listed number. Within a week, he showed up at my door with a knife at around 1 a.m.
He forced his way in and tried to get money out of me. He physically pinned me down and forced some sort of liquid into my mouth. He forced me to do some things I want to forget.
Then he made me get into the trunk of my own car, and he drove me to the middle of nowhere. I had a chain in my jeans that I wrapped around my fist, and when he opened the trunk I went at him like a wild animal. I got in the car and drove away.”
Talk About Moving Quickly…
“First off, this guy broke up with me because he wanted to be straight. Two days later, I had to drive him to a convention in Oklahoma from Nebraska (prior arrangement. I thought we were friends still).
The first day we are there, he says he’s dating a girl. He just met this girl too. Three days later, he asked her to marry him. Can you guess what she said? Yes, the girl said yes.”
His Inbox Blew Up 24/7
“She created a profile for me on some gay dating site saying something like, ‘Hi, I’m 22 and looking for my first time with a man, I’m want to try everything!’ It had pictures of me and everything.
I got a lot of emails but it still took a while to figure out where they were coming from. The worst thing is that I couldn’t get it taken down. I had to abandon that email address.”
Betrayed By An Ex And A Friend
“I was in the process of going through a divorce on account of my ex’s cheating ways. She was still living in the apartment with me. I get home from work and she starts to seduce me.
To me, this seems pretty weird, as she hasn’t wanted to do anything intimate with me for months. I know I shouldn’t do this but she stripped down to nothing and gets really physical. She starts trying to push me into the bedroom and pull my clothes off. I decided to walk out of the apartment.
When I open the door, one of her friends was standing right there with a camera. The plan was to get me in the bedroom and then have this friend film us so that she could say we reconciled, and could possibly then be entitled to alimony.”
He Had No Idea How Irrational She Really Was
“This was back when I was in high school. I was 13 or 14 years old.
I met this girl over the internet on one of those social sites. She lived in the same country as me and had roughly the same musical taste, so I thought, ‘why not’ and met her. She was nice and we fell in love as much as pre-teens can love, and had a relationship for about 11 months. She went through lots of depression and accused me of a lot of things. Eventually, she broke up with me because she was ‘not sure I wasn’t going to cheat on her.’ I was honestly glad to be rid of her, but that wasn’t the end of it. She called me a few days later because she wanted me back, but I was sick of her nonsense and told her so.
Rule one of crazy people: do not call anything they do nonsense. I had a few days of relative calm, with just a bunch of angry texts, guilt trips, etc. Four days after calling her behavior nonsense was my half day at school, so I got home early and had the house to myself. There was a knocking at the door, and since I was waiting for a parcel I didn’t think much of it. I opened the door.
Next thing I know, I am standing with my back pressed against the door I had just slammed shut, my shirt red with blood. My ex-girlfriend came to pay me a visit but had brought with her a sharpened hockey stick. Hockey chicks are crazy. Luckily, I only opened the door a bit and have relatively fast reflexes, so what otherwise would’ve been a deep cut through my throat was merely a flesh wound.
The end of that story was police involvement and psychiatric help for her and a deep mistrust to people for me for the longest time.”
She Went Off The Rails
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“I dated a woman for three years. Let’s call her Demanda. We lived together, but we had grown apart. I thought the breakup went fairly smoothly. I agreed to pay for the apartment for the remainder of the lease (about a month and a half), and I went to stay with my bandmates.
I came back a few days later to grab some of my things, and the whole apartment was wrecked. She ripped all of the pages out of my textbooks, burned them in a trash can, and scattered the ashes all over the couch. All of my DVDs were shattered and placed neatly back inside their cases on the shelf. She wrote vulgarities on my paintings, slashed them, emptied my paint tubes on the floor, and cut the bristles off of my brushes. She cut the strings on my friend’s guitar and scratched ‘cheater’ and ‘liar’ on the body. I didn’t cheat or lie. She took a hammer to my gaming PC, the fat grey Gameboy I’ve had since I was 8, my NES and SNES, some flower pots that once housed some really nice shrubberies, and both of my cameras. My comic book collection was ripped to shreds. My clothes were cut into ribbons. My N64 and Wii and all of the games were missing (likely pawned). She smashed my glass desk. The cats went unfed, and she left a turd in the toilet.
The cops came and told me that there was nothing they could do for me. Because we had lived together for so long, they were her things too and she was certainly allowed to destroy her own property. The landlord was next. He changed the locks and struck her name off of the lease. All of her things were already moved out, so we both assumed she wasn’t coming back.
My brother came over the next day to help me move the rest of my things. Bed, furniture, washer/dryer, etc. We were nearly done when Demanda shows back up screaming obscenities. She put a few dents in my brother’s truck while telling him how much of a terrible person our mother was for raising us like she had. Then, she tried to get inside to get some more of her things and lost it when her key didn’t work. She punched me in the face and started hitting me with her incredibly dense purse.
My brother called the cops and let her know that they were on the way. Cops arrived, she was gone. Their immediate reaction to the domestic dispute call was that I was the bad guy, so I ended up in cuffs while they looked for Demanda. After they realized that my eye was swollen shut and Demanda was nowhere to be found, they started listening to my brother and me. He showed them the dents in his truck. I showed them my still-wrecked apartment. One of them got a good laugh out of the situation. They took pictures and a statement and left. I sported a black eye at work and class for the next week or so.
Fast forward a couple of weeks later. It’s the last day of my lease. I’m sleeping on a mat on the floor. The only things left in my apartment are a few lamps, a TV, a microwave, a backpack full of some clothes I bought over the last few weeks, and my cats.
It’s 2 a.m. when I start getting texts from Demanda. ‘I love you.’ ‘Let’s get back together.’ The usual. I ignore all of them and try to get some sleep. At 3 a.m., I get a knock on the door. ‘Hey, open up. This is my apartment too.’ I tell her to go away. Then I hear a much, much deeper voice. ‘Open the door or I’ll kick it in.’ Before I get a chance to respond, the dude is already trying to kick in my door. I grab my backpack and jet out the back. I called the cops as I left, but I didn’t stick around to see what happened.
When I return the next day, there are a few giant footprints in the front door (it’s one of those big steel ones), and the doorframe is broken. She has smashed all of my lamps and the TV, peed on my pillow and mat, dumped all of my food out on the floor, spread kitty litter throughout the apartment, and smeared cat poop on the walls. She also let out or stole all of the cats.
I got a call from her mother a few days later pleading with me to not press charges. I told her it was out of my hands. The cops had taken pictures, and Demanda was going to be arrested and charged whether or not I wanted it to happen. I did. Last I heard, she spent a month in jail, paid a $5,000 fine, and had to sit through anger management classes for six months. Good riddance.”
It’s Safe To Say She Overreacted
“I once broke up with a girl over the phone. At that time she was in Mexico City for work, and I was in Michigan. She was living in California at the time.
She immediately caught the very next flight to Michigan and said, ‘You’re not breaking up with me.’ At one point she hit me with a stick. We only had a few dates.”
She Tried To Ruin Him
“My ex re-opened several credit cards that we had had jointly, but had paid off and closed before the divorce. Somehow she opened them back in my name and charged them to the max, then moved out of state and stopped paying her car payment.
All of these things ended up getting reported to my credit years later and pretty much ruined any chance I have at decent credit for the next 10 years. I’ve been divorced and lived outside the US for eight years now, and only recently found out about all these charges.
I know all this can be corrected eventually, but the hassle of explaining things to several credit companies and collection agencies is a major bummer.”
He Was Wayy Too Attached
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“After the third date, I left to go back to London as an au-pair. The guy had his sister send me a traditional African wedding dress to my host family, and a letter stating that she was so happy for us and hoped I would visit her in Mali. I got out of there.
He then had his friends and brother call me and berate me for breaking up with him, had them say I could not possibly do that because his parents had already bought the plane tickets to come see me before the wedding, and then tried to stick me with the costs for said tickets. I changed my cell phone number and had the host family say that I had gone back home and they had no forwarding address.”
He Got Nonstop Calls, But Not From His Ex
“My ex put me on the mailing and call list for every church group she could find. For two months my phone was blowing up with calls from churches and evangelicals, they wanted money, they wanted to send me bibles and pamphlets. The ones that had my address did send me bibles and pamphlets. Took a lot of patient explaining, and occasionally some frustrated yelling to get myself removed from everything.”
She Was So Manipulative
“This is about my significant other’s ex. She threw herself down a flight of stairs and called the cops, claiming he beat her up. She would hit herself and call the cops almost weekly. Eventually, he installed a GPS tracker on his car to try and prove his whereabouts during the times she was accusing him of the abuse.
The absolute worst was probably when she told him he could come over Christmas morning to see their then-2-year-old daughter open her gifts, only to call the police and have him arrested in front of their daughter. Eventually, she was recorded admitting she was making it all up, and the charges were dropped. More than five years later she just took off, abandoning her children.”
“This Is Burned Into My Memory”
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“Five years ago, I broke it off with a ‘fine’ young lady after just a six-month relationship. However, a week later, come to find out that it was not exactly over for her, and she had been keeping an eye on me. She lived on the complete opposite side of a major city.
I was forced to confront her after she called me freaking out about who I was hanging out with because I wasn’t home at night. This was more than unsettling, and I see she’s in front of my house at about 2 a.m.
After a very heated argument, she physically attacks me, biting me after I bear hugged her. I told her to leave me alone and never come back. She gets in her car and peels out off into the distance.
That relief was very short lived. As soon as I thought she was gone she turns around and floors it going about 60 mph in a quiet neighborhood. She swerves to run me over, and I have to dive out of the way to avoid the car. She slammed into my neighbor’s car so hard that it spins out into the middle of the street, and all I can hear is her crazy screaming. Her middle console catches on fire, and I have to pull her out of the car. All the neighbors are awake and the place is swarming with cops and other emergency vehicles. This is burned into my memory.”
Everything About This Situation Was Unsettling
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“A guy that I broke up with two months earlier showed up at my house at 2 a.m. and banged on the door until I opened it. He pushed his way past me into the house and put a dead, skinned rabbit in my freezer. It was almost completely skinned, but the head was intact eats and all. I have no idea where he got it, but it was just in a plastic grocery bag. I actually couldn’t tell what it was until after he left because it was all wrapped up.
It was scary. He was completely sober too. He lived 90 minutes away, had no friends in my town, and I had asked him numerous times to stay away from my house. My male roommate woke up and the ex-boyfriend took off after grabbing one of my roommate’s books from a living room shelf.
When I texted him about the rabbit, he said I was overreacting and that he just brought it as a present because people like rabbit, and said he was just there to get ‘his book.’ I was a vegetarian at the time. I still won’t eat rabbit.
She Had So Much Rage
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“We had broken up a week before Christmas. New Years comes around, and I’m at a party when she starts blowing up my phone. A friend approaches me, tells me she’s calling him, too. I step outside, see I have about 30 missed calls and seven voicemails. Two from here and five from her mother.
Apparently, a ‘close friend’ of hers died. A friend I had never heard her mention. Her mother’s voicemails were telling me that if I really cared about her I’d be there for her. I have a friend take me over there, call a friend’s mom on the way, let her know that I’ll be going to my ex’s house.
When we get there, my ex and her mother are outside. I’m with three friends. She’s sobbing. I ask if she’d like to walk around and talk about it. She talks about the deceased for a whole two minutes and then changes the subject to us. Thirty minutes of talking about us.
We get back to her house. With everyone around. I tell her that I came to support her, but I don’t want to get back with her. She goes off on a tantrum; screaming at the top of her lungs. A neighbor even came out to make sure no one was getting killed. She keeps screaming at me, asking how I can do this to her. She lies about being pregnant. I call her out on that.
She throws her phone across the road. She’s on the floor hitting herself. Her mother is screaming at me. I decided I should leave before it gets worse. I go home, talk to my parents, and we change the codes to the house. My car gets egged every day for a whole month.
Five years later, I see a familiar car pull in front of me as I’m driving. The car brake-checks me to the point that I have to veer off the road. The car speeds up to a red light. I’m mad so I pull up to the car once I get off the grass. Lo and behold, it’s her mother.”