Few things draw more attention online than a juicy, scandalous romance. When you're head over heels, it's easy to assume your bond is unbreakable. The thought that either of you might be unstable rarely crosses your mind. Some stories end well, but others serve as a harsh reminder that nobody is flawless—and the person you thought was your perfect match can morph into a monster.
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Reddit users opened up about former partners whose behavior was so horrific it wrecked their lives. Browse these maddening scenarios—hopefully none sound familiar:
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1. Acting Like Nothing Occurred
My ex-girlfriend attempted to run me over with her vehicle. She chased me into an alley where a fence too tall to scale blocked one side and condos lined the other. The next day, she called me at my job and said I resembled a sexy cheetah fleeing from her car.
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2. Acknowledging the Resentment
While we were still together, my unhinged ex-boyfriend once told me that I loved my 10-week-old kitten more than him. That evening, he asked if he could take the kitten home to keep him awake during his drive. I refused, but he took him anyway. The next morning, he phoned to say he had woken up late, leaped out of bed, and in his exact words, “accidentally crushed him with both feet.” He was insane in every way, and this might be the least terrible thing he did during our brief relationship. I truly despise that guy.
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3. God as My Shield
Two years after I ended things, she tried to reconnect. I wasn't interested. After several failed attempts, she sent a message that read: “You better find your God now because I’m going to murder you.” Okay.
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4. Unrealistic Expectations
My ex somehow believed that taking her to a fancy dinner meant I was about to propose. When that didn't happen, she spiraled into self-harm and at one point “attempted” to jump out of my car while I was driving.
She also once faked fainting during an argument. It was incredibly awkward.
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5. The Worst Three Weeks
I ended things with the girl on a Monday, but being me, I tried to remain friends. When I broke up with her, she kept insisting I owed her six more weeks for closure, claiming I was her last chance at dating (she was 28).
On Friday, she showed up and said, “ell0bo, I am going to let you go, but I want you to know I am pregnant.” The next day she called, saying she was heading to the ER. Later that day, she phoned again, claiming it was a tubular pregnancy and she needed to take the abortion pill (note: this usually requires surgery). She asked me to come over that night for moral support. I felt obligated.
While I was there, I told her I would leave once she went to bed. She started crying and said she was afraid she might hurt herself, so I had to stay. That unnerved me, so I stayed. Then at night, she took my hand, placed it on her belly, and said “say goodbye.”
The next morning I woke up and left, assuming it was over. That Monday I got a call: “I am still pregnant.” According to her, she had been carrying twins and one had survived. I said I wanted to attend her next doctor's appointment with her; she agreed, saying it was Wednesday.
On Tuesday, she messaged me that an opening came up and she went early. She asked if I wanted a picture; I said yes. She sent one, but it had no information on it. When I asked, she said they emailed it to her—made sense, they remove all identifiable data. Two days later, a friend with better Google skills found that image online under someone else's name. You could even see where parts of the image had been edited.
I confronted her. She said she couldn't believe I would doubt her and that my child would never know who I am. The next day, she emailed saying a lawyer would contact me. Then another email: she would have an abortion but I needed to pick her up and pay for it. Five minutes later, another email: if I didn't respond, she would keep the child.
I replied, showing her the link to the fake image and said her story had about a 1 in 500,000 chance of being real, even without the fake picture. I warned that if she kept harassing me, I would seek a protection order.
Two weeks of silence passed. Then at 6 pm, I got a call from her home number. A girl who sounded exactly like her claimed to be her cousin and future lawyer, telling me to call back. The only problem: that callback number was her home phone number, so obviously fake too.
Oh, and this has been my last three weeks… so it's probably not over yet.
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6. Absolutely Not Okay!
When I ended things with my ex, he became so hysterical that the only way he would “let” me leave him was if we continued as best friends afterward. Not just any best friends—he wanted me to still come over for “sleepovers” and share his bed. He insisted that any guy I dated after him HAD TO BE 100% okay with this, or I couldn't date him.
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7. A Clever Deception
My first boyfriend tried to convince me he had slit his wrists because I wouldn't take him back. The “blood” was obviously Catalina salad dressing…
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8. That's Devotion
Looking back, I remember this clearly.
At 21, I was dating and living with a 20-year-old whose parents both worked in healthcare. So did we. Her ultimate dream was to become an OB/GYN. She studied vaginas, childbirth, and women's health even before finishing her bachelor's degree.
She had been diagnosed with irregular periods long before we started dating. She was also on birth control. That didn't stop her from taking a home pregnancy test every time her period was one or two days late. I once half-jokingly told her that if we had Native American names, hers would be “Pees on Sticks.” She was obsessed with the idea that her BC wasn't working and that I had gotten her pregnant. She took a home pregnancy test at least once every month or two.
Warning: this part is NSFW/NSFL. Then one month she had a horrific period, passing a lot of lining and bleeding heavily. Any woman who's experienced severe periods knows passing a bunch of uterine lining is pretty nasty. She insisted she had just miscarried our unborn child. She refused to take a pregnancy test to confirm. She refused to acknowledge that she had had her period the previous month, and that if she had miscarried, the zygote would be so tiny she'd never notice (mind you, both her parents were RNs, and she devoured everything about pregnancy and childbirth). She refused to see a doctor for a blood test. (Most times when you miscarry, enough HCG remains in blood or urine to still show a positive pregnancy test.)
So this girl, who was absolutely obsessed with home pee tests to the point we could have owned stock in EPT, refused to take a home pregnancy test. At all.
No. She insisted she had miscarried. So she started mourning. She told her parents she had miscarried. She told all our mutual friends. And then she made me feel guilty for not grieving. She even named her period lining (a male name, because she knew it would have been a boy) and bought a special miscarriage remembrance necklace from some online vendor, so she could always wear it and never forget her poor miscarried uterine lining.
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9. Is That How You Think?
One of my exes was convinced I was cheating on her with both my mother and sister. So whenever I spent time alone with either of them, I was flooded with texts and calls. When my mother, sister, and I took a family trip to New York City, she insisted I sleep on the hotel's fire escape because she thought I would sleep with them.
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10. Simply Didn't Care
In high school, I had a boyfriend who was verbally abusive. So I broke up with him, thinking we'd just go our separate ways. Was I wrong. He went and cried—literally cried—to the guidance counselor. She pulled us both out of class, and me and Bradley had to talk it out. I told her I didn't want to be with him because he yelled at me constantly and freaked out whenever I did something he considered wrong, which was pretty much everything. (He was the one who punched a hole in the wall of our economics class.) But she didn't care. We couldn't leave until it was “resolved,” meaning we got back together. I finally got out of that relationship when we went to different schools; then he ended up in rehab and would have people sneak me letters. Looking back, it was insane, and I was foolish for not doing more to get rid of him earlier and permanently.
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11. He Was 14
It actually started in a very odd way, but being as young as I was (14), I ignored it because, well, someone actually liked me. When I met him, we went to different schools—he attended a private school, I went to public. After a few months of basically just an AIM friendship, he transferred to my school… first red flag. We started “dating,” if you can call it that at 14, and I began to notice him getting WAY too serious. He would talk about being together forever and going to college together. He even scolded me for getting a bad grade because I “might not get into college.” I realized how overwhelming he was and broke up with him. He was so embarrassed he didn't want to tell his parents, whom he apparently tried to convince every day that we would be “together forever.” He wanted me to go to his house/out to dinner/etc. and pretend we were still together. I felt bad for hurting his feelings, so I did it for a little while. It all finally ended when I started seeing someone else. I told him I was dating someone, and he FREAKED out. He started crying and yelling, ordering me to give back everything he ever gave me, telling me he wanted to kill himself, and then he pulled out a painting from his closet that I had briefly mentioned liking. He said he was going to give it to me after our one-year wedding anniversary and I “ruined that.” That's when I stopped feeling bad, and I never spoke to him again. It was very scary.
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12. Love Can Be Deadly
I had been seeing a girl for a few months—I was 21, she was 24 and had a son about 2 years old. She seemed normal enough: had a good job, took care of the kid okay. She was a bit dim, though, not very bright. I was bored in the relationship and really didn't want to become stepdad to the kid, so I ended it. No problem.
Ran into her about a month later at a bar, and we ended up back at her place for some ex-sex. The next morning, she made coffee and breakfast, I went to school, she went to work. I got incredibly sick on the way to school, threw up multiple times, made it to school still puking, found the nurse/medical office, and vaguely recall being loaded into an ambulance.
Woke up in the hospital. A doctor told me I had overdosed on a massive amount of meth and had about five minutes left to live before they figured it out. Oh, and by the way, there are some federal agents here to talk to you.
Turns out she had planned the whole thing. She decided that if she couldn't have me, no one could. She went to jail but got a reduced sentence for turning on the family member who was making and distributing the meth.
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13. Warrants a Call to the Police
So, I was sitting on my front porch with a girl who lived down the block. We were hooking up after I had recently broken up with my psychotic, drug-addicted ex-girlfriend for cheating on me.
Then a silver car that I recognized as belonging to my ex's friends rolled by. WHILE IT WAS MOVING PAST MY HOUSE, the back door opened and out rolled my screaming, crying psycho ex. She hit the concrete at 10 mph, then jumped up with a baseball bat and started screaming that she was going to kill the other girl. I put the other girl inside my house and tried to calm her down. Only a threat to call the police got her to leave.
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14. A Wild Story
I think I was around 18. We'd been dating for about eight months, and I broke up with him because my parents were treating me differently and I didn't like it. It put too much strain on both my boyfriend and me, and on my relationship with my parents. I couldn't take it. Broke up with him one night, and about a week later he showed up at my parents' house wanting to talk. My mom answered the door; I didn't want any part of it, so she told him to go away. He got belligerent and eventually left, so she called the police. He was pulled over, given a warning, and let go.
Dad was at work, mom took my sister somewhere, and I was playing Mario Party 8 on my Wii at home. There was a knock at the back door. I looked through the glass from the couch and saw him there, peering in and trying to talk to me. Again, I wanted no part of it, so I ignored him. He got angry and shouldered the door. The frame cracked. He did it again, and the door burst open. I said, “What are you doing?” He grabbed me, put me over his shoulder, and carried me outside. I figured he would just put me in the front seat and drive off, but then he popped the trunk with his remote, and I realized what was happening. I twisted a little, which surprised him, and he dropped me, but then he put me in a headlock where I couldn't breathe. I stopped struggling. He tossed me into the trunk, shut it, and drove off.
At that point, I was doing everything I could to get out of the trunk (it was a Buick Le Sabre, which of course doesn't have an inside trunk release). I started kicking the back of the seats to get out. Eventually, I got one open enough to stick my head through for air. It was August, and outside temperatures were around 95 degrees, so inside the trunk it was about 110. I got my head out and could finally breathe. He had calmed down a bit, and I knew he just wanted to talk, so he didn't really freak out when I climbed into the backseat.
When he was putting me in the trunk, the neighbor kids were outside and saw what was happening. They ran inside to tell their parents. The parents called the police, the police called my mom, and my mom was doing 95 down the highway to get home.
My ex-boyfriend drove me an hour and a half away to an old camp he used to go to, and we talked for a while. Then he took me to Pizza Hut because I said I was hungry. I remember wondering why no one seemed concerned that I was waiting for pizza without shoes or socks. Since no one said anything, I figured my parents hadn't realized what happened yet. Little did I know, an Amber Alert had already been issued.
Anyway, he decided he didn't want to go to jail, so he was going back to his workplace/place of residence to get his shotgun. When he got there, the cops were waiting and tried to tase him. They missed, and he jumped back in his car and did a backwards U-turn. He started driving through the city at speeds of 60 to 85 MPH.
If you've never been in a high-speed police pursuit, let me tell you: it's a rush. So much adrenaline.
Anyway, he tried to get on the highway, but the police had it blocked with spike strips, so he turned onto a back road that dead-ended. He ended up crashing into a tree. (I was in the front seat by this time.)
The cops swarmed the car, pulled us both out, and since they didn't know who we were, they cuffed us both and put us in separate squad cars. Once everything was sorted, they uncuffed me and put me in a police SUV, transporting me back to the police station in my city. My parents and sister were there, freaked out, and found out I was okay. The whole ordeal lasted about ten hours. My ex got four years and is now out of jail in a halfway house.
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15. Sorry for Your Loss
My ex broke my PS3 after I failed to tell her I was working late. She thought I was cheating. If we weren't together, we had to be texting; ten minutes without a text and I'd get an angry phone call.
She was so shy that the lights had to be off, and I could only see her topless if she “felt it was right.” Everything I owned got broken when she got mad over the silliest things.
I lost all my friends because she didn't approve of them and eventually cut me off from them.
If she bought me lunch or food, she made sure I paid her back in full later, even though I always bought everything for her. The same went for gifts: if she spent X amount on my present, I had to spend equal or more.
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16. It Only Gets Worse
Okay, so I used to date a girl in high school who would always tell me she was contemplating suicide. At first I thought it was serious, but after a while I realized she just wanted attention. She would “cut” herself by giving herself scratch marks on her arms and then wear tank tops (in the middle of winter) and sit with her arms outstretched on the table so people would notice and comment. Anyway, we broke up after a year, but she only got crazier. She started dating a friend of mine a couple of years later and would stalk him. One of my favorite stories of his was when they got into a fight and didn't talk for about a week. Apparently, she went to his house one day and was let in by his parents—she made up some story about waiting for him to come home so they could talk. Anyway, she went into his room and started cutting up all his clothes with a pair of scissors she had brought, then left. Later that week, when he was brushing his teeth, he said he bent over to spit out toothpaste, and when he stood up, she was standing behind him looking at him in the mirror (like something out of a horror film). Then she ran out crying hysterically. After a few more of those “crazy” episodes, my friend decided to cut her off completely.
But it gets worse.
Fast forward a couple of years, my crazy ex is now dating another guy I know. They stay together for a while, but soon he realizes she's nuts and decides to break up with her. Only she won't accept it. She waits outside his house every day and calls him constantly, trying to talk. This goes on for a couple of weeks until he tells her to leave him alone and not talk to him anymore. She can't handle it, and the stalking continues. He gets an average of 30 to 50 calls a day from her and literally hundreds of texts. She's always sitting outside his house, waiting for a chance to talk, and it drives him to the point where he actually gets a restraining order against her. A week later, she breaks into his home, and he finds her sitting on his couch waiting for him. He calls the cops, they remove her, and she ends up spending the weekend in jail. But wait, there's more. She starts telling people she's pregnant and even goes with one of her cousins to get a sonogram. Twice! Both times the doctors tell her she is NOT pregnant and there is no baby. She tells everyone they have no idea what they're talking about and that because she has “brittle bone disease,” the baby actually got lodged up somewhere inside her rib cage, which is why they couldn't see anything during the sonogram. Word gets out, and now even her friends have given up trying to help her. The craziest part is that after a couple of weeks, she actually starts forming a belly! She even sends pics of her stomach to friends and family to show them she's really pregnant. But she's not. Apparently, there's a psychological disorder where women can convince themselves they're pregnant and start showing signs, but they actually aren't. Anyway, the last I heard, she is “forcing” her family to throw her a baby shower in April and is due sometime later that month.
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17. A Serious Issue
Not sure if this is crazy, but this is the tale of how I broke myself.
One winter day, I was with three of my friends and my girlfriend at the time. We were just hanging out at the local ghetto coffee shop, having some coffee to combat the harsh Canadian winter. Everything was fine for a while, then suddenly my girlfriend started crying. Not like laughing-too-hard crying. More like Mufasa-dying kind of crying. So like any boyfriend, I turned to her and asked what was wrong.
She then turned to me and said these exact words: “There's a hole in my doughnut.” My friends lost their collective shit and were on the cold floor dying of laughter. One of them even had to run outside just to try to calm down, since the very sight of her made him laugh harder. Now for me: when I heard that, I froze. I didn't react, showed no expression, didn't say a word, nor did I laugh. She effectively made me go brain-dead. I couldn't process anything for a good ten minutes before replying, “It's gonna be okay.”
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18. Written Forever
I un-friend-zoned this guy once. During the first four weeks we were dating, he told me how he was going to marry me, make me have his children, tried to force me to wear a string, started naming our future children, and also wanted to tattoo my name on his chest. He couldn't afford it, so he carved my name onto his arm with a knife instead. To this day, he still has my name there.
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19. A Fine Job of Lying
So, she and I had been having issues for about two years. It started out slow—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. But it kept getting worse. 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 five times that day, she'd be upset that it wasn't six times. I kid you not. Well, finally I was fed up. So I got mad one day and just went 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—she chose to keep emailing, calling, and texting me. She messaged my siblings trying to find out what I was doing at all times (despite me not living at home and them not knowing).
Finally, Sunday rolled around. I was sick and tired of getting emails and texts and whatever. I eventually picked up one of her calls 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 answered and said, “Hey.”
She responded, “coltsblazers, I think someone is chasing me.”
Then she hung 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, “DO YOU WANT HER BACK?” “SHE LOOKED LONELY.” I was terrified they were going to kill her, beat her, rape her, all of the above. I was driving 80 MPH on the back roads trying to get to her house from my school. I got a call from the cops asking if I thought it was a prank. All I could say was, “God, I hope not.”
I got to her town and looked all around for her. She finally called me and said they let her go. I told her I was in her town and asked where she was. She just told me not to worry about it and go home. I was confused but kept pressing. She finally told me where she was. I picked her up and said we were going to talk to the cops. She told me she couldn't and wanted to go home. Well, the cops were already at her home waiting for us when we got there. I was terrified they had raped her or done other horrible things.
The officer talked to her alone for about 15 minutes. He came back to me and handed me his card, asking me to call him when we were done talking. So I sat down with my girlfriend and asked her what happened. The 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 never to call me or email me or talk to me again. That's right—she faked her own kidnapping.
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20. A Roller-Coaster Relationship
I dated a guy for five years, from ages 16 to 23, and we moved to a larger city than where we originally grew up. Eventually, the relationship deteriorated, and we parted ways. He stayed in the larger city while I planned to move back to a smaller one. Long story short, we were in limbo, chasing each other across Canada, not wanting things to end.
I made the decision that the larger city was where I would call home, and I settled in while he moved back across the country to the smaller city. Once my mind was made up and I told him I would be seeing other men, he had memorized my passwords, logged into my accounts, changed the password, and told me I wouldn't see my accounts until I paid him the $400 I supposedly owed him from moving. The costs didn't add up, and I was furious. He was blackmailing me, trying to manipulate and control me—scary stuff in hindsight. Either way, I told his mother, copying and pasting the conversation where he called me a slut and threatened me.
Within 20 minutes of sending that message, all my accounts were restored, and we never spoke again. It's been five years.
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21. A Terrible Situation
In high school, I had a thing for a girl, and we started dating. Long-distance was a mistake. Things were fine for a bit; she moved, told me she was working as a nurse, living with some friend. I thought it was all good. Then a couple of months later, she told me she was really scared—she thought she was pregnant. I had not had sex with her. I asked what happened; she said she got drunk at a club and took a guy home. The condom broke. I was pissed, but I had it so bad for this girl that I stayed with her (I really had it bad).
A month or so later, she called and said she wanted to tell me “the truth.” The friend she had been living with was someone she met online for the purpose of sex. Female friend, by the way. They moved in together, and she started working for her friend's business, not as a nurse. What did her friend do? Run an escort service. She had been working as an escort for the last few months. The pregnancy scare wasn't some drunken shenanigan at the club—that was one of her clients. This client, she told me, told her to keep it quiet because his kid was upstairs napping and to make it quick because his wife would be home soon. She then gave him an erotic massage and fucked him.
But wait, there's more. I was in shock and told her I'd call her back. A friend of mine slapped some sense into me and told me never to speak with her again—she's just bad news. I called her and said I didn't want to talk anymore. I then got dozens of calls and texts with the same message: “Pick up your phone or I am driving out to Kansas and I will kill you.” I didn't, and I'm still here, so at least there's that.
Finally, years later, she told me she was full-on lesbian and was using me as her beard anyway.
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22. What Just Happened?
We had been together for four years and were happily engaged—or so I thought. I came home to find a good deal of our shared things missing. Even worse, nearly everything else that wasn't missing was burned, but not like the room was set on fire—each item was individually burned and then placed back in its spot. What the fuck, right?
She came out of the kitchen irate, screaming about how she didn't feel the same, that somehow our relationship had become strange to her. She was angry that neither of us was sticking to the rules we had laid out together and that she needed full commitment. I was flabbergasted. I told her she'd never find another guy who could reach her on the level I could, who could tell her exactly how I was feeling without words. I knew, somehow, I had to make her understand.
She paused and took a deep breath, then gave me the ring back. After staring at it in my open palm, she exploded into a fit of rage. She ran around the living room table in a wild, demonic tirade. She disappeared into the kitchen for a second and came out with a cake right out of the oven. I was so confused but never would have guessed she'd throw the hot dessert at my face. I couldn't stop crying. Almost as quickly as she started this trance-like behavior, she stopped, stared me straight in the eyes, and with the coldest, scariest voice said, “Just kidding. I love you.”
I was so hurt by the whole thing.
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23. He Broke Me
Six months after my boyfriend and I broke up, he sent me an itemized bill for about $800 of the costs he incurred while we were on a trip together a year before we split. It included everything from a couple hundred dollars for a flight to $16 for a bus ticket. He had put it on his credit card at the time, and I must have asked him 100+ times how much I owed him—to which he always answered “don't worry about it.” Fast forward a year later, and he sent me the bill (coincidentally, that's now his nickname). I was a student at the time with a huge amount of student loans, and he was making a very healthy six-figure living. I never wanted to evade the cost of the trip—I've always paid my own way and never wanted to take advantage of anyone. It was just tiring asking him how much I owed when he refused to tell me.
What set me off was the timing of the bill. He knew my financial situation and decided to send it then anyway. I scrounged up the funds and sent him the money with the following note:
“I want only to remember the awesome parts of our relationship with the door open for all possibilities, but now I'm finding that sort of difficult. I understand that this is money I owe you, and I'm happy to repay it… but you had countless opportunities to solicit the funds (especially when I prompted you for the number so I could write you a check). The post-breakup timing of this itemized bill email seems petty and lacks class—especially for someone in your financial position. The check is in the mail.”
Oh, and by the way, the reason I broke up with him (among others) is that he cheated on me.
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24. Lazy, Disorganized, and Messy
My previous ex was the laziest, most unclean and unorganized person I've ever met to date. SO is lazy—she didn't do any laundry, ever. One of her relatives died around the time we got together, and she received a huge inheritance (around $50,000), which she proceeded to use to BUY NEW CLOTHES INSTEAD OF DOING HER LAUNDRY.
So our room became a disgusting mess of bloody underwear and other nasty shit because there was a continuous stream of new clothes being soiled and thrown on the floor.
Eventually, I got so angry and tired of this that one day when she was out (clothes shopping, naturally), I put on a pair of rubber gloves and proceeded to jam every nasty article of clothing into her dresser and closet so she would finally have to deal with it.
PLOT TWIST: As soon as she got home and saw all her disgusting clothes jammed in all sorts of places, she went through everything and threw all the clothing back on the floor and proceeded to curse me out.
Needless to say, we're not together anymore.
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25. A Comprehensive Attack
When I left my ex, she decided to run a full smear campaign against me. She called my work weekly to tell them about all the death threats I had supposedly sent her and how I was planning to shoot her. She created an entire blog dedicated to slating me and got a (former) friend into bed in order to influence him against me.
She also targeted my friends. She tried on multiple occasions to run some of them over in her 4x4, and in one incident, my friend had her children with her.
Three years later, when my daughter was born, she addressed a letter to my daughter with a death threat. Imagine opening a letter addressed to a four-week-old child stating she was going to be choked to death. That's when I flipped. I called the police and told them if they didn't stop her, I'd kill her. I haven't heard anything since. Last I heard, she has a new boyfriend and is planning to get married. I wish him the best of luck.
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26. Ways to Die
The day I broke up with my ex… I got into my car and began the 35-minute drive home from her apartment. She started sending me pictures. The first one showed a bunch of prescription bottles. The next, a drawer full of knives (not a cutlery drawer in a kitchen—a dresser drawer filled with pocket knives, steak knives, and other sharp objects). The next picture was an Instagram-worthy shot that she HAD SOMEONE ELSE TAKE of her lying on train tracks.
She must have sent me 25 to 30 photos of various ways she could “end it all.” This wasn't the first time I tried to break up with her, and she had done similar things in the past, so I didn't respond to her photos. But I did text her dad to let him know what was going on, because if she actually did something, I'd feel terrible if I ignored it.
I later found out she swallowed three bottles of prescription medicine and attempted to steal her dad's car. Luckily, he was there waiting when she arrived. She was hospitalized, and we still haven't spoken since that day.
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27. She Took Action
I dated a girl for a while who, in retrospect, was probably only dating me for my car—but that's high school. Anyway, she broke up with me because I “kissed like her brother.” Not “kissing me is like kissing a brother.” Apparently, our techniques were exactly the same, and it weirded her out.
She then proceeded to date every one of my friends who would say yes, until she figured out that I wasn't jealous. She spray-painted “I love you [her name]” on her parents' van and tried to blame it on me. Fortunately, I had an airtight alibi, so nobody believed her.
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28. Partners in Crime
I broke up with my ex, and a few years later I married another woman. I found out that my ex (who by then was also married) had her husband driving her up to where I worked, and she was stalking me… with her husband's help!
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29. Her Name Was Mary
Very well. My ex came home one day and told me that all the Catholics in the neighborhood wanted her to bear the Christ child for the second coming. Because her name was Mary.
She became very interested in changing her name. She also became fiercely critical of me for the interference: apparently, my astral body was popping out of me at night and giving her all kinds of invasive hell. The stories I could tell you.
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30. Gaining an Advantage
First off, I'm diabetic. In high school, I had a girlfriend who was upset at me because I was in a play—SHE wanted me to audition for. With no theater experience, I got a big part, and she got nothing. She wanted me to quit, but I didn't. Fast forward to right before the first show. She apologized, offered to buy me an In-N-Out meal, and then I drove her home. After finishing eating in my car outside her house, she grabbed my diabetes equipment, ran into her house, and locked the door. She screamed, “You can't go now! I won't give it back until you promise to not do the play.” I went to the play anyway, feeling like the black guy from Con Air. Luckily, her best friend was the stage manager, and she convinced her to give it back before I had to go to the hospital.
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