Crazy Ex's Are Sharing THEIR Side of the Story

A thread that I can post my side in!

Anyways, I date this guy for 2 and a half months. He moves in about 2 weeks into us dating. 'Apparently' his family treated him like shit so me being a nice person and consulting in my mum, offered him to move in.

First month is all good, it's great having him there but then he changes. He starts disrespecting my brother and mum and basically bullied me for dropping out of school (I'm 17 and I dropped out at 16 due to personal issues). Anytime someone asked something, I'd go to answer and he'd say "I'll answer, i finished school".

The thing that really pushed me over the edge and made me dump him was when he started abusing my cats. My mums friends' cat had just broken his paw and it cost them nearly $1000. We couldn't afford that if our cats broke their paws so I spoke to him and asked him to tone down his aggressiveness, he did, but only for a day or two. He'd throw the cats and they'd hit walls and he'd hit them so had that their head would hit whatever they're standing on.

So I broke up with him over Facebook as he was at his mums house (I couldn't do it in person because honestly, I was scared of him). He went off and accused me of dating him as a rebound and that I pitied him. He went and complained to anyone and everyone that would listen and say I'm a crazy bitch that treated him horribly and that I was clingy (I was sick at the time so I wanted cuddles). He moves out but forgets a few things, all good, come pick them up the next day. He sends me a list of what he forgot and then said that if any of that stuff is in anyway damaged, he'd ruin my life. Gave his stuff back and blocked him.

2 months later, I unblock him thinking he'll be over me and stop being an asshole. Nope, he sends me a message saying how much he misses me and wants me back and says he's sorry for how he acted. I told him he acted like an asshole and he went crazy. Threatened to have the pound take away my cats and hoped my mum would miscarry when she falls pregnant.

Oh but I'm the crazy, clingy and psycho one. All his friends believe him, of course. All my 'friends' (don't really have any) believe me when I showed them the screenshots. An ex he had after me, she messaged me and we talked. Apparently I'm such a bitch and blah blah, she ended up saying that I'm actually a really nice person haha.

But now, I actually live in fear of seeing him. I'm scared he'll flip and ring the pound and I'll lose my cats. Been to the police and they couldn't do anything. Can't wait to move states so I can stop living in fear.

Anyway, thank you for letting me vent, haven't really gotten this off my chest.

Username: LoverOfDeath

I was the crazy one in this case. But my ex brought me to this point.

Somewhere in the middle of our relationship when I had given all my trust to her she drops some interesting news on me. She is a psychic chosen by God himself and can predict the future. At first I thought she was kidding but she successfully predicted something in my life. I can't remember what it was but it was enough to convince my 16 year old self.

And that was just the start of it. Slowly but surely I followed her deep into the rabbit hole of insanity until I was convinced that the end of the world was happening soon and together we would be side by side in God's army. Yes. I actually believed this shit.

I don't know if it was because I was young, gullible, or so ridiculously in love that I believed anything she said.

During this time I was convinced she could read my thoughts. So like any good fundamentalist crazy person would do I purged all unpure thoughts from my mind. Anytime I remotely thought a girl was attractive I'd instantly attack myself mentally with thoughts about how much of a sinner I am and how unworthy I am and stuff like that. It got to the point where I alienated myself from all of my female friends.

And eventually none of my male friends could stand to be around me either because I couldn't stop talking about God.

And just when I got as deep into crazy town as I could go I discovered my girlfriend successfully cheated on me for 6 months without me catching wind of it.

At this point I lost it. Completely. Fucking. Lost it. Up to that point I had lived the past year of my life KNOWING that we were some fucking revelations couple that would witness the end of the world together. And though I am 100% sure that was all completely psycho at the time I was convinced of it.

I'm so thankful the relationship ended the way it did. And though I spent the next year of my life desperately calling her and harassing her and thinking I was somehow a disappointment to God and trying to kill myself for it, I honestly don't know how I would have gotten out of that mental state if she hadn't done something so traumatically conflicting with everything that was in my head at the time.

Compared to then I am very sane now (8 years later). No depression. No anxiety. Successful career and a successful relationship (2 and a half years with a beautiful and intelligent and SANE girlfriend). I'm atheist now as well.

I am about as healthy mentally as a person comes. I just went through a really crazy phase.

Username: TheTaoOfBill

My ex and I had been dating for just over three years and things were always sort of rocky between us. We never fought and arguments felt like special occasions. I had never seriously dated anyone before her and had no idea how a relationship was supposed to work. I even tried breaking up with her a couple of times but we would inevitably get back together. I thought I wanted out of the relationship for a long while because I didn't know if I was feeling that magical, movie spark that is love.

Anyway, she tells me she loves me one night over the phone and I don't even register it. I just say that's nice or some stupid shit and we keep talking like nothing happened. She tells me a few more times and I keep unintentionally ignoring it. I've never told anyone I've loved them before and felt crippled! I was a deer frozen in the headlights not knowing where to go.

As time goes on, I start realizing I'm liking her a bit more. Our conversations would last until the wee hours in the morning and I'd find myself dreaming about her a lot.

Out of nowhere she tells me she's moving to Seattle to live with her friend from Twitter. I'm not shocked by this, so thinking she wants to move on I ask her if she wants to break up? I must have broken her heart jut then because she became instantly depressed and started hurting herself in the bathroom. I calm her down and tell her I just wanted to know.

It sounds sick but in that moment I realize just how much this girl cares for me and how much she wants to be with me even across the country. She moves and things are going fine at first. We talk constantly and she tells me of all her Seattle adventures with her new best friend and their roommate.

One night she texts me saying we need to talk. Completely oblivious to what that means I call her all lovey-duvvy asking her what's up. She's been drinking and she tells me she can't be with someone who doesn't love her. In an instant I realize what is happening! I feel like I need to show her how much I care about losing her!

So I started freaking out on purpose, throwing a little tantrum, saying how much I cared about her and "why was she doing this". I freak out and hang up the fun not realizing how actually mad I am. This goes on for the next few weeks and I begin to spiral into a really deep depression. I start calling her frequently crying and yelling at her then apologizing right after saying I had no idea what was happening to me. I was being barraged by emotions I'd never felt before and became a total asshole because of it.

She tells me she got drunk one night and made out with her roommate. I snap. 'This fucking guy.' I call her while she's at a party and start threatening him saying if he even touched her again I'd kill him. Her girl roommate takes the phone and tells me it's over. That pushes me over the edge. I realize I have to show her how much I care so I fly out to Washington. I have no money and wonder what the actual fuck I'm doing for a moment but my warped, love-determined heart pushes through.

I hitch-hike to seattle with only a "love will triumph " attitude and no place to stay. It was winter so I was cold and needed a place to stay so I wander into a late church service. I meet some of the loveliest people who invite me to stay at their home with is actually a half-way house for recovering addicts. I accept and met some of the coolest people of my life. After a few days I head off to see her and things just went batshit from there. I knocked on the door with a rose and she had absolutely no intention of seeing me. I explain my intention and her roommate is convinced I'm there to kill her.

So I leave. I hang out with a guy I met at a theater production I stumbled into and we head to a bar. Depressed as all shit without any way of getting back to the city I scam a few free drinks and was hoping to get put in the drunk tank. Then she texts me saying I can spend the night if I don't have anywhere to go. What follows was the most painfully awkward situation I could ever imagine. 3 girls inviting their new friend's ex (who may be out to kill them) into their house for the night. they were apprehensive as shit and rightfully so. They head to be and it's just me and her. N

ervous and drunk I lie out of my ass saying my sister died and that I had no one left. (what the fuck was what I thought right after I said that) she apologizes and I go to sleep. I wake up before them and leave. I hitchhike to the house, say my goodbyes and head back home on a private airline owned by a guy I met while hitchhiking.

I calmed down, went for therapy and am doing much better. I'm still depressed but I feel like that was my only real 'growing-up' experience. My only regret was lying to her. I still don't know why I did that.
I still dream about her every night.

Username: SeansWatching

I am/was assuredly that crazy. I am also aware of being that crazy, and therefore can say that my avenues of madness were grossly misrepresented by his friends.

At one point, my now fiancé’s friends were fed up with not 'hanging out.' I had told him to go hang out with them for weeks, but he honestly was a little detached from their shenanigans since he was struggling through a pretty difficult college degree at the time. His friends, assuming it was me, devised a plan to kidnap him.

They sneaked onto our property, parked a black car at the end of the lot, and donned ski masks. For those of you who have not experienced the sheer terror that is going to lock your door at night, and seeing someone in a ski mask run past, let me illustrate it for you as best I can.

I exclaimed something to the effect of 'HOLYSHITTHEREISAPERSONOUTSIDEWTF', which my fiancé dismissed because we had JUST got done watching a Steven King movie. 'NO SERIOUSLY' I swore, and taking no chances, I seized the situation by unleashing my two dogs on whoever was outside.

It was obvious as soon as the dogs hit the porch that someone was there, so my dogs treed the trespassers. While I stood there shaking and about to start crying, because now I see the car at the end of the driveway and KNOW I'm not crazy, I yell with all my lung power the following things:

"You need to get off of my property now."
"I know you're there."
"I will call off my dogs and count to 5. You will use that time to get in your car and leave."
"If you do not get in your car and leave, I will call the cops."
"We are prepared to use force if necessary to remove you from the property."

I'm sure in the heat of the moment this was littered with expletives. Now where is my fiancé in all of this? Well we didn't have a gun at the time, so he went inside to go find his Samurai sword. Yes, a Samurai sword. So I'm standing out there NAKED with a towel wrapped around me. I called back my dogs, grabbed their collars, which drops the towel, and stand there like a damn valkyrie ready to take these miscreants.

This is what honestly takes the punch for me in this whole story. When all 4-5 of them came out of the tree, they left their ski masks on. They are walking towards me, NOBODY saying anything, with ski masks on. It was about that point in time, I thought I was going to die. I was screaming at them to get back in their car, because my damn cell phone is still in my car and now I have four or five men in ski masks between me and my only line to call the cops. Awesome feeling.

FINALLY someone takes off their ski mask, and they all start laughing, like this is the greatest prank ever. It's not. It's not for someone with panic disorder and PTSD (like I said, I'm crazy, and I know what kind of crazy). So I went to the bedroom because I was naked and now sobbing and shaking so bad I couldn’t stand, and when I come out 20 minutes later, they are all still in my living room trying to get my fiancée go to drink.

They got out of my living room. Fast. Never have I screamed at someone so loud and with so many swear words and so adamantly 'threw them out of my home.' I also had a massive dog at my hip, which helped speed up the exiting process. As they left, I said 'You are so damn lucky I don't have a gun, and I went with an adolescent pup instead of her father. You would have had two bullets in you and a good solid mauling if things had been different.'

I found out a month later that they had been telling everyone I had a gun, which I threatened them with, and held them at gunpoint from. This did, as per my detailed events above, not occur. But for a substantial amount of time my future mother-in-law thought it had, which was AWESOME.

Username: pinktangerine

Alright....I'm just too drunk to try and reason with myself. Here goes nothing.

I spent 2 whole years of my life obsessing about this woman who didn't give a flying fuck about me. We were friends - good friends at that and I just got autoboxed into being a 'friend' forever. We held hands, we shared some secrets, some gossip and over time, I slipped way down the slippery slope called love. She however, was always a distant beacon, pristine in her glory and always, motherfucking always atleast a thousand yards above the human condition, where one yearns for affection.

It took a lot of courage to come clean with my feelings. And that was the last time that I ever saw her.

I still remember the lilac skirt that she wore, the chipring of the crickets when I told her how I felt, the smile on her lips that touched her eyes for the breifest moment, when I told her that I loved her with all the ardor that a man can have. I can vividly recall how her hips swayed as I saw her smile and walk away that evening, half knowing that she'd probably never speak to me again. I still recall the black skirt she wore - the same black skirt that disappeared into the velvet sheen of night and became a memory that tortured every breath.

I can still recall her text at 23:14 hrs that night. She said - "sorry...I dnt feel the same way abt u". I recall the disdain that arose within, for the love of my life couldn't even care to type a proper rejection message with proper grammar. I recall the love-bug in me completely sodomizing the grammar nazi with a purple dildo, called love and inspiring a further downward spiral that took me 2 years down the old beaten road of depression, nihilism, masochism in the name of self abnegation and other allied horse shit.

And I spiralled down, away from all that I held holy, away from all values that had any value for me, away from food, away from care, away from any sense of self value.

I called her, texted her, emailed her, bought Swarowski crystals for her. She didn't want to see me. She didn't want to meet me. I felt as if I were the fucking Alien Xenomorph. I felt as if I were Samara Morgan from The Ring. I felt as if I were the protagonist from Old Boy - that dude who ate a live octopus. I felt exactly the way whoever wrote Cemetery Gates felt - "crucified for no sins; revenge beneath me."

In the two years that followed, I sustained myself on a diet of cigarettes, tea, occassional sandwiches and mostly tears. I lost like 30 kilos.

The last I heard about her was that she changed jobs and all and was dating someone else. I don't have words to convey how much this hurt and how it still hurts. It's not about conquest. It's not about getting laid. It's just about an acknowledgement that I never got. What hurts most is that I didn't get the basic human 'regard' that I believed I deserved.

However, if all of that were to happen again, then I guess I'd make the same mistake (of falling in love with that woman) again. For never have I felt intolerable pain juxtaposed with sweetness without comparison.

That woman, that most beautiful pair of breasts that I could never kiss, never fondle, that hair that I could never smell, those lips that I could never ever taste have become a flame that I fear I will willingly enter.

As you can guess, I'm quite mad about her. It's been 5 years since I first met her and 3 years since I last saw her. I haven't done Heroin or any other hard drugs. I don't need to. She's my heroin and alas, there can't be any consummation. The only thing I can do is stay distant, honoring her wishes.

Sometimes, chivalry is this double edged sword that goes up one's arse. I don't want to write anymore. Time for another drink, I guess.

Username: steppenwoof

**Paranoid she will see this but going to post anyways**

I met a girl my Junior year in high school that I dated until the end of my Senior year. She was *really* hot. That's not relevant to my story but I just needed to let you know she was *really* hot and I was with her.

We dated for about a year and a half, and things went sour near the end. I found out she was having some sort of weird online affair with a guy I knew from Counter-Strike. (I played a LOT of league CS back in the day, and she got into gaming a bit and talked to some of my friends from the states) Immediately after we broke up I wanted to remain friends (TERRIBLE IDEA IN RETROSPECT) and we hung out quite often even after she started seeing a guy a few days after we broke up.

Well she told me once that this guy she was having sex with had "bumps all over his package" but it was okay because he wore a condom. I told her that shit is not okay, and a condom is not guaranteed to protect her. Well lo' and behold she calls me up crying a few weeks later saying that her vajayjay is hurting and that she thinks she got what he had, which she thought to be herpes. I tried to calm her down, tell her to go to the doctor etc. (Still I'm being a fucking retard for even trying to be friends with her)

So a few more weeks go by, I didn't ask for an update on the herpes situation. I found out through some friends that she had in fact fooled around with a guy while we were dating, and I was fucking livid. I confronted her about it, she said we were broken up and I just need to let it go, etc. Fast forward, I'm at a basketball game when one of my ex's good friends comes up to me and asks me how I'm doing.

She then proceeds to shit-talk my ex saying how she has changed blah blah she's a huge skankasaurus etc. I then did something *very* terrible. I asked this girl if she could keep a secret. I then told her the story about the whole herpes thing, including all the information I was told. I was angry and still upset that she cheated on me and wanted to make sure that she know the facts from my account, and that I wasn't just making it up to be petty. (Even though I was still being petty)

Next day comes by, and I get a phone call from my ex. She instantly starts screaming her brains out telling me how it's so messed up that I was going around telling people she "had a disease" as she put it. That put an abrupt end to our friendship, which in hindsight was probably a good thing.

Well I grew up in a very small and closely-knit town, and the word about her herpes situation spread like..well..herpes. Everyone knew in no time at all. It was especially bad for her because she was a year younger than me and still in her senior year of high school.

After she dated me she ended up cheating on both of her next two boyfriends, and then moving away from our small town to NYC (probably to hit the reset button on her life and reputation) with some guy who dreamed of becoming a firefighter or something.

Eventually I wrote her a huge email telling her how no one deserved what happened to her (even if she did have a problem with being faithful) and that I was truly sorry and it was immature and petty of me to spread that around, even if it was based on something factual.

I found out later from someone that in the end it was true that she did have herpes, and I felt fucking terrible when I found out. I still feel terrible.

Username: JumpOn3

I'm not crazy ex. I was a crazy ex. I still am. I'll warn you in advance that the doctors still can't pinpoint exactly what is wrong with me. I'm a high-functioning autism. And I mean REALLY high-functioning. If you met me, you wouldn't suspect anything was wrong. Or, maybe you'd think I'm a little bit socially awkward. But I'm not as socially awkward as Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory. But I have a high IQ like him, 140 to be exact. And he has what I have: Asperger's Syndrome.

Well, actually, I have PDD, which is an extremely mild form of ASD. Then again, the doctors have diagnosed me with mild forms of the alphabet, by which I mean APD (Avoidant Personality Disorder), BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), OCD, etc. My best friend, Sena, says I'm perfectly normal and that my mom should stop taking me to college interns. He says my doctors are all quacks. So I've concluded there's something wrong with me, but I'm not going to excuse it with any one diagnosis. On with the story.

I've been depressed for as long as I can remember. Scott once described it as, "Happiness is not my [emotional] resting state." It's because I've been so socially awkward, I've gotten myself ostracized by the general public of my peers.

No one really wants to be associated with me. When I finally found a group who would accept me, I was that awkward silent girl in the back that kind of followed everyone around, but didn't really do anything. The silence was unnerving. People thought I was psychotic or crazy.

My therapist (for major depression) defines insanity as "vehemently insisting something is or is not real, with no possible evidence to prove it." I am not crazy because I've considered the possibilities of my mind creating and projecting images.

Perhaps what I think I've seen is not real. Matt accused me of being hallucinogenic, but Falcon had some crazy visions when he was getting bullied in school too. In advance, I'm not one of those people who thinks they've never seen a car or they've talked to the President yesterday. What I've seen is demons. Three, to be exact.

Remember, I accept that this is probably just my mind playing games with me. They're not scary devilish things. They're just a combination of animals that appear and disappear, never to be seen again. And I don't mean like Discord from MLP:FiM. One of the ones I saw had the body of a lion and the neck and head of a vulture. Anyways, nobody has ever believed me about these "demons" I've seen... except him.

Can you imagine the joy? The relief? The indescribable feelings when maybe, just maybe, someone believes you? It wasn't just that. He said he had seen them too. (I guess that should've been my first warning sign, but...) He was a bit of an outcast, awkward, difficult family life (I'm Asian. My home life is Hell.) We had a lot in common. I was just so... I had found someone who was exactly like me. Actually, he had found me.

Later, I found out he was running back and telling his friends about this crazy girl he had met. He didn't see anything. He was just using me for shits and giggles to gain popularity in his group of friends. At first I was angry, and then I was sad. I tried to apologize. I tried to talk to him. I wanted to explain that I wasn't crazy. I knew that what I saw was probably not real. He wouldn't listen. He insisted I was crazy, and told his friends I was obsessed with him.

In a way, I guess I am. We haven't had contact in 6 months now, and I still feel like I love him. What is love? I can't stop thinking about him. I have one picture of him saved on my cell phone, and every time I look at it, I wonder how someone could possibly be so beautiful. It hurts that he lied to me, but what hurts the most is the silence that follows our turn of events.

If you're out there, reading this right now, please know. I'm not mad anymore. I'm not sad. I love you, but you don't need to be afraid. I just want to be friends, I won't show it. I'm so afraid of losing you. I miss talking to someone who understood what it was like to have an overprotective, paranoid, crazy mother. I miss talking about videogames and the latest mythology of vampires. If you could just be my friend, I promise not to mess up.

Yes, I am crazy. For still loving someone who hurt me so badly. But for someone who has been alone all their life - surrounded by people, but always alone - to find someone like them, even if they only pretended... How could you not love them? I am crazy. Am I crazy? You decide.

Username: creepyghostgirl

I am definitely not crazy. We dated for 4 years and she meant everything to me. When we met with both agreed it was love at first sight. Anyways within those 4 years she went behind my back to talk to an ex, a guy she liked before me, and a new guy she met in college.

While I never caught her physically cheating, she was definitely flirty and what I considered emotionally cheating. Now I was never controlling and would let her talk to whom she wanted as long as I knew about it and if it was someone new id like for her to introduce me to them. She wouldn't do that so of course trust issues ensued.

On top of that she was the type to quit instantly if things weren't okay. She'd want to break up every argument we had. They only happened because she'd do something wrong like not communicate properly with the one she claims she loves and wants to spend the rest of her life with. So it was always just mixed feelings and confusion.

To shorten things up because this is long and complicated. She set me up one day when we were supposed to hang out by arguing with me when I had just wakened up. I walked half an hour to her house to go talk and then to spend the day together because there was no point in arguing over text.

In that time she had called police claiming I was on my way to go hurt her, calling me abusive etc. and basically had all these papers, messages, apparently a picture of a bruised arm (something I have not a single clue where it came from because I never once laid a hand on her) and for 9 months now I've been dealing with my new criminal record. I'm a felon now (they took away the strike).

Had never had a criminal record, did jail time. Am thousands of dollars in debt because I had to pay for bail and a private attorney who did not help at all because her maniacal plan was apparently full proof and hard to argue against because in a domestic violence case it's her word over mine and what proof did I have besides my own words.

They tried charging me with domestic violence but they saw I never laid a hand on her so then they tried me for terrorist threats and finally I was charged with STALKING!! WTF. Yes I stalked my now ex of 4 years while we were together, makes sense. There's also a restraining order so I can't speak or see her for 3 years, not that I'm going to anyways.

I was just about to graduate college and had a job and was going to be promoted now I'm a broke ass kid (I'm only 22) with nothing to look forward to for years to come. Thanks American justice system for believing in my evil ex whom funny enough threatened me once with "don't make me ruin your life" didn't catch on until it was too late.

While in jail she tried turning my friends on me claiming that I was psycho and abusive and very manipulative when in reality all that is reflected in her persona. She was always so insecure and accused me of stuff, guess her own conscious was biting at her.

Last I heard of her she had a new boyfriend a few days after my arrest and was already telling him that she loved him and everyone whom knows her says she lost it and is posting weird shit on media and just is a nut job now. My luck picking the evil/crazy ones. I did everything for her and I'm one of the calmest collected and kind guys around, I've been told this by many.

My friends laugh at me for being forced to go to anger management because I'm "sooooo angry" lol. Anyways I hope she's okay and that she blooms into a decent human being before she heads in the wrong path in life..

Username: petersonspants

I was a crazy ex. I was dating this girl. Now, coming into it, she had an open relationship with this guy who lived out of state. We were fuckbuddies, and we started getting feelings--queue up the usual story. She started debating breaking up with him to be with just me (at the time, I wasn't alright with open relationships; give me a break, it was college and I was dumb), and eventually did. I can't stress enough that you should never date someone who broke up with someone else to be with you. That's a lesson I've tried to drill into my little brother, his friends, and anyone else who will listen. The trust isn't there, because the precedent is one of not being trustworthy.

Anyway, things go pretty OK for a bit. But the jealousy hits me. Why is he still calling her? Am I just another open relationship and not knowing it? Does she actually love me (another lesson, kids, don't use the L word in college--it's dumb), or was I just a distraction? I went nuts. Crossed a line when she left her livejournal (dating myself here) open on my machine. I read it. Private entries and all. Whole conversations between them with him badmouthing me and her openly wondering if she should break up with me and get back with him. I know I crossed a line, but at this point I was so insecure and jealous that I flipped out. Massively. Confronted her on it, they cut off contact, and things proceed.

Mind you, I was always suspicious, and having gone full on jealous asshole mode once already I basically couldn't get out of it. I became a suspicious, awful dick. But even with that, I had that whole "dude, I *love* her" thing going on, and was determined to make it work. Just, you know, by controlling her and being a jealous asshole.

So, like it does, this behavior on my part drives her to lash back at me. Lots of fights, lots of crying, lots of pretty brutal rough make up sex. And being young and stupid, I chalk all of it up as emotional investment and hard times to be overcome so that we can finally be happy. She gets jealous back at me, we fight some more, she goes through my phone, I go through hers, the whole nine yards of bad relationship Vietnam. Really, terribly awful stuff. I catch her doing the same "emotional cheating" (her term, not mine) a couple more times, she catches me at it, as well, and we turn the entire relationship into an awful deathgrip of awful crap.

As eventually happens in situations like these, one of us is bound to cheat on the other. It was her, though not for lack of trying on my part. I had bought the ring and was going to make the insane leap, and she left me a week before I'd planned to propose. She'd been fucking my best friend at the time (yeah, some friend, eh?) for about six months.

I went ballistic. Even though I was miserable in the relationship. Even though I was just as fed up and pissed off as she was. Even though everything was completely and utterly shitty. It didn't matter. I exploded, got rip roaring drunk, called her every slut shaming and awful name I could, punched him in the face, and basically had a complete and total meltdown. It was terrible.

The thing is, even though I was miserable, I was still pissed off. I kept trying to make things work, and I kept holding out hope that they'd get better. It wasn't until later that I realized who I'd become and where I'd gone emotionally in that mess, and looking back on it now I hate who and what I became, there. We brought out the absolute worst in each other, and the breakup was no different.

The thing about crazy exes is exactly the thing about the sinners in Dante's vision of hell. It's not that they're hateful, terrible people, or that they're somehow just not normal folks like everyone else; it's excessive or flawed love.

I didn't think I was being crazy, I didn't think I was even being unreasonable. I just thought I was trying to keep us together because, dammit, we were happy--when we clearly weren't. It's hell, and everyone can go there with the right push or the wrong situation. EVERYONE. So go easy on the crazy exes of the world. They aren't in full control, I'd say. Sometimes we just snap.

As is, I'm a lot better. Am in a normal, sane relationship that makes that one look like a nightmarish fever dream of the shittiest possible kind. I'm over her, found myself, and am looking to get married soon. No more jealousy issues (at least, not anything off the scale like I was), no more manipulation, none of it. Hell, I think I became a better person for having gone through it. It showed me how bad I could get and exactly how not to be in a relationship. I learned the wrong way, so I can do right.

What's really messed up is that sometimes she shows up in my dreams, and it'll mess me up for a day. It's like I got some kind of shellshock out of it, you know? Like as bad as it was, and as awful as it was, part of me never left. That worries me, but then it's just bad dreams.

Username: gaelraibead

I wasn't crazy, I was worse.

To the "crazy" girls out there, I'll let you in on a secret: sometimes, we made you crazy and we know it. I think the theme of this thread is that there are two sides to the story, and even that's not enough. Sometimes the story actually has a villain, and that villain is almost never labelled as "crazy" when the dust settles.

It started when I was in a long term relationship. We had even lived together for 3 years and (in my mind) we were building a life. Then slowly, she (lets call her L) began to fall out of love with me. But not just me, with the relationship as a whole. Maybe 23 is too young to plan your life, maybe it was bound to end. Either way the relationship came apart and she moved out. It sucked, a lot.

Within a month I met a new girl (lets call her Y). All of a sudden I could be in a relationship again. I dove in head first, all of the feelings I still had for my previous girlfriend were now being given to the new one. Within a month I had told her I loved her and she said she loved me. Before long the lease on the apartment I had with my old girlfriend was up and it was time for me to move.

I was happily looking for one bedrooms when the new girlfriend suggested we move in together. In a single moment I knew what I had done. It hit me like 100 punches in the stomach. Like a complete and total asshole, I had led this girl on. I had used her, in the worst possible way.

When a friend asked me how things were going with Y. I said "She asked me to move in with her" to which my friend said "She's crazy dude, you've got to dump her." I didn't correct him. It's not easy to tell a story where you're a total asshole.

The honourable thing to do here would have been to break up with her ASAP, but remember I'm the villain in this story. I thought that I could "slow things down". For some reason I thought if I could dial the relationship back to 0 we could start over and really give our relationship an solid try.

From her perspective I probably just woke up one day and stopped loving her, as soon as she wants to move in I need my space. It wasn't that I had stopped loving Y, it was that I had never loved her but only tried to use her to replace L. Of course, this wasn't what I set out to do, but it's what I did.

After a few weeks of failing to "slow things down" I came to realize that I really needed to break up with this girl. I took her to her favourite restaurant and broke up with her. Even as I write it, I can't believe I thought that was a good idea. In my head I thought "I hate to break up with her, but perhaps a free meal from her favourite restaurant will soften the blow".

She went nuts, some of this stuff I only found out months later, but she stopped bathing regularly, stopped hanging out with her friends, even had huge meltdowns with her two childhood best friends (separately). I don't know what happened in those blowouts, but she hasn't spoken to either friend since. She even told people a family member (who was perfectly healthy) had cancer.

She's fine now. I don't talk to her, mostly because I feel kind of guilty, but I have heard from mutual friends that she's happy again. I've seen her a few times and she looks better. She doesn't look like a person who hates the world anymore.

I've never told the story that way before. It's probably not the only time I've been the villain, but it's the
only time I know I was the villain for sure.

Username: throwaway24681356027

Ok, I was in Schrodinger's relationship: at any given time we were both broken up and together. I know there were times we would break up and get back together several times a day. I met him online right after I moved to the other side of the country, away from all my friends and family.

I was totally alone for the first time in my life. He made me feel like I had someone. He was local so I went to meet him and way too quickly we started dating.

A few weeks after we began dating he told me to delete all my male friends from Facebook. I did. Then he told me to stop hanging out with my friends from college, male and female. I did. He said I was trying to make him jealous on purpose. He wanted to monopolize all my time and even missing a phone call from him would result in a violent argument and an interrogation.

He was paranoid that I would cheat on him. Then I realized it was all a double standard. At that point I just broke. I became genuinely crazy. I started to play his games, questioning him about every girl who talked to him. I got his passwords to emails and social media accounts and found out he had several Internet relationships with girls who didn't know about each other or me, his irl girlfriend.

I googled some of his favorite usernames and found he had a massive internet presence, dozens of emails, an account on every major dating sight, and any game that had a chat feature (like Second Life). He trolled the internet for girls to talk to him. He was a paraplegic so he mostly stayed at home so he never met them in person.

I put my foot down and forbid him to talk to girls online. I made him delete all his accounts, I scoured his emails for evidence of unfaithfulness. When we fought one of us would say it's over while the other would beg to stay together. We would then hang up and the one who ended it would call back to beg to get back together.

Then the one who begged to stay would punish the other by refusing. I'm sad to say I played all these games. I sent the fake I-accidentally-sent-it-to-you-it-was-meant-for-my-new-boyfriend texts. He did the same. I showed up at his house at all hours of the night during our fights.

I waited outside in the rain when he wouldn't let me in. We would scream and curse and say terrible things to each other. I was convinced I was in love with him and I would marry him and take care of him. If we went out to eat he would hit on our waitress and ask for her number.

Later I'd find her on his Facebook, hack my way in, and find dirty messages sent to each other. I'd leave him and he'd beg me to take him back. We were stuck in this horrible, addictive, symbiotic, obsessive sham of a relationship for over a year. I was so crazy I actually thought I was happy.

At the same time I knew I was miserable. My behavior was so obsessive and unhealthy but I just couldn't stop. Whenever I thought we were actually over the ear shattering silence would drive me to depression. I had alienated any possible friends at his insistence and I was a thousand miles from anyone who cared about me.

If not for him I could have died in my trailer and it would be weeks before anyone looked for me. It was the darkest time in my life and I really thought I would never get out. None of the things I did were characteristic of me before that boyfriend, and I have never since acted anything like that.

Username: coffeeshopgirl7

Yeah, I was pretty crazy.

In my own defense, we had been on-again-off-again for years--I was madly in love with him, but he had "commitment issues." He'd tell me to act like we weren't dating when we were in public, and seemed terrified of other people finding out we were in a relationship.

I was convinced it would work if I waited long enough for him to figure his feelings out, but his coldness left me feeling insecure.

He waited about a month after we had moved in together and he was renting from me to let himself fall in love with someone else, and then denied it for months until I finally called him out on his feelings (it was painfully, painfully obvious)--at which point he felt that he was justified in dumping me and starting a new relationship because the cat was finally out of the bag.

I stayed up late every night he was out with her, waiting for him to come home, and when he did, I'd typically spend the rest of the night keeping him awake crying (separate rooms, thin walls). I wrote pages of angry letters to him, but never gave them to him.

I invested a lot of time and energy into figuring out where he was every time he left the house, so I could feel justified in freaking out when I knew it was with her. I would alternate between avoiding him for days and being extremely clingy and insecure. My other friends all told me to evict him, but he was my best friend, and if I did, he'd become homeless. (Also, I wasn't listening to reason at the time.)

If we hadn't been living together the entire time he was in that relationship, I think I would have reacted more rationally ... but having to watch his shiny new relationship blossom at *very* close range (while comparing it to our years of failure) was more than I could take.

I took mean digs at his personality flaws whenever I was in a bad mood. I did stupid things like punch walls and doors to the point where I injured myself.

On top of that, I found his new girlfriend really unlikeable (and at one point had an epic Facebook wall fight with her about astrology/ghosts/woo, which he felt obligated to take her side on because ~~boobs~~ love).

After that I was typically verboten to bring up skepticism, astronomy, and even just goddamn regular science in conversation with her, and eventually him.

In *her* defense, though, she did end up breaking up with him because she felt what he did to me was rotten. Somehow, hearing that was probably the beginning of what pulled me out of that pit of crazy I'd fallen into.

Username: Emby

I have been crazy ex. Two guys got the worst of it. I was dating guy number 1 for about 8 months, when we had a trip to New York with his family. He told me about this ex girlfriend of his that was a lesbian, so I shouldn't worry.

She and her girlfriend showed up to our family trip and he and her eye fucked and connected emotionally while her girlfriend and I exchanged "I know what the fuck is going on here" glances. I ended up leaving the room and having a panic attack.

The love of my life was flirting with an old ex and they connected more than I did.

Keep in mind at this point I had undiagnosed GAD which I'm now medicated for, and a lot happier for, so I had paranoid episodes and couldn't leave shit alone.

He ended up cheating on me with someone else and then dating my best friend, who he met at several of my birthday gatherings. I got blindly angry at them for that and let them both have it. They're still dating and I have a rocky relationship at best with both of them.

I met guy number two shortly after, and he was my dream guy like no other guy had ever been before. I was adamant about getting tested for STDs, so we both got tested and started banging.

Well, he got tested for AIDS and I got tested for chlamydia, gonorrhea and syphilis.

He thought I asked him to only get tested for AIDS and that I didn't get tested for AIDS and basically called me a liar and that his trust was broken. I may have asked him to get tested for AIDS specifically, but the premise was to get tested for everything before having sex with no condom.

Well, I didn't get the AIDS test before we went condomless.

That was it. I was a liar and a cheat. It didn't matter that he told me he got tested when he only got tested for AIDS and nothing else. But I was the bad guy. Couple that with my anxiety and I was crazy girl for another guy.

My current boyfriend has been there for me through it all, thick and thin, and though my therapy and through my happiness now that I was diagnosed and am being treated. He has his own issues but I will always accept them because he has seen me at my worst.

Don't get me wrong, I take responsibility for my actions being anxious. But what those other guys never did was sit me down and say hey, look, the way your acting is abnormal and maybe you should talk to a doctor about it.

When you're in the anxiety, every issue you see seems like the worst thing in the world. It's nearly impossible to step outside of your irrationality and recognize the illogical nature of your suppositions.

Username: Dioxycyclone

He was always a mommas boy. So were his siblings, mommy did everything for them. I got a place with his and his older brother against my parents warnings, but my mom and I didn't get on well at all so I just needed to move out.

I was working at McDonald's from 5am-2pm,running home to shower so I could go waitress from 4pm to 11pm and do it all over. Six days a week. He worked part time at Panera and spent all his money on video games.

My dad attempted suicide. I'm a total daddys girl. Instead of being supportive he totally ignored that I was at the hospital all the time since my dad had to stay for two weeks.

I quit McDonald's because it was making me feel like shit and picked up full time at the restaurant. And all my ex did was bitch and moan. I had it. I told him I wasn't in a place to be in a relationship. His brother moved out and my ex moved into his old room.

Yes, I had a breakdown phase where I was out drinking and partying, but I could go that. It wasn't my fault he wasn't drinking age yet. So he started telling mutual friends of ours (who I wasn't actively hanging out with) that everything in my personal life was a lie for attention.

That I got fired from McDonald's for going in drunk. Ave then that I kicked him out and was suing him for rent.

That last one. I came home one day and he was gone. That's fair, he was way more in love with me than I was with him. Problem is, no notice and I couldn't afford the place by myself. I asked my parents for help since they consigned and they replied by suing their parents who consigned for them.

My exes response? To just show up at the house at the Crack of dawn when I wasn't home, call me, and tell me I have fifteen minutes to find him or he's going to kill himself.

Note: this is only about two months after my dad's incident. I'm having none of it. I get him to tell me where he is and I immediately call the police.

The military won't take you off you've been institutionalized or on anti depressants and apparently he was going to go into the Navy? So now his ENTIRE FUCKING FAMILY (siblings, parents, aunts) are messaging me telling me what a horrible person I am.

I go nuts, get a bunch of no contact orders, lock down my social media. It was a fucking mess. I was a fucking mess.

And some how I came out the bad guy because no one would listen to my side of it, no matter how hard I tried to tell it. This is the first time in five years I've ever actually gotten to type it out and have it be heard.

But during this mess I found the most amazing human in the world. Who stood by the crazy and helped it make sense. So thanks, Tim, for helping me see what a real man looks like. You can keep my old shitty friends! Loser.

Username: diinomunster

I have sort of done it on purpose. I have never been a "one night stand" kind of guy - always in relationships. Once, after a long and painful breakup, I began to lust after a girl who reminded me of my ex.

Now, in my mind, getting a girl drunk, or using date rape drugs was clearly unethical, but using my own words and charm was not. This person turned out to be a bit of a "good-girl" - from a Catholic orthodox family - only had one BF by age 26, etc, etc.

More or less, she was not going to be "easy," and this fact only deepened my lust for her, and desire to "corrupt;" afterall, who doesn't have fantasies about corrupting schoolgirls?
Well, it all ended up taking too long - I met her (crazy) parents, and started to "couple down" as my friends put it - and eventually, I got my wish, and we had great, awesome, crazy sex over and over and over again. 

Unfortunately, I was cornered at that point - I had been far too covert with my actual intentions that simply "walking away" would have made me a liar and scoundrel in my own eyes, so I stuck with it for close to 6 months - looking for a way out at every turn.

I knew I did not want a relationship with this woman, or her crazy parents, but she started growing way too attached. I later came to find out that she was a bit of a "gold digger" - and that her (less well-off) family had been very influential in making sure she did not let the "nice engineer" get away. Eventually, after all this became clear, I had no choice - break her fragile heart, or invent a character flaw to push her away. I took the latter approach - the coward's way out - I had always been a bit of a jealous lover, so I made a conscious effort to ratchet that up. 

I pretended to spy on her phone (though never actually invaded her privacy), acted jealous and childish when she drank with people from work, and generally made it very clear (without saying it) that I would not tolerate male attention towards her.
It still didn't work though - I felt terrible about it - about making her cry, about giving her false hope that I could raise their family out of poverty one day, about making her think that her feelings for me were reciprocated (and maybe they were to some extent...). 

Eventually I didn't even know who I was anymore - I got lost in my own invented persona, and started acting more and more like a dick in general; my ethical self-checks became less and less frequent as the situation deteriorated. My delusion that dishonestly was somehow more "noble" and "ethical" because it sheltered her from the painful truth was becoming increasingly more difficult to rationalize every day that I kept up the lie.
In the end, I broke it off "clean," by "staging" (was it really staged, or do I just rationalize that to myself now...) a public situation I knew would end in a heated conflict. After she stormed out of the bar (like I knew she would), I never spoke to her again - no calls, texts or anything. When our paths crossed afterwards, we were strangers.
I feel terrible about the entire thing - but I learned a lot about myself, and I definitely learned my lesson. Manipulating people in order to get in their pants requires a complete vacation of morality, and an embrace of deviancy to an extent with which I am not comfortable. 

Username: socsa

So my Ex really didn't enjoy Eminem, who happened to be my favorite white rapper, and it slowly but surely tore our relationship apart. Everytime I had a chance to play music I would put on some hard hitting song that I thought would get her heart pumping. She became more and more annoyed with my insistence on how good Eminem's flow was. She would present me with these low brow reasons why she didn't enjoy Eminem, "I can't understand what he's saying", "He sounds too angry", to which I would respond by condescendingly shaking my head in disgust.

I knew she could love Eminem it's just I hadn't found the right track for her to listen to. Sometimes a single track can make something click inside of you and then all of a sudden the rest of the artist's body of work starts to make sense.

So I started making playlists and putting post-its on her ipod with Eminem recommendations. She didn't appreciate this and thought I was being annoying and a little insensitive about the fact that she doesn't like Eminem. I told her to just trust me.

Then one day, her family came over for dinner and we were really hitting it off! While talking to her dad over a couple of beers before dinner, I began to seamlessly direct the conversation towards Eminem, asking him who his favorite white rappers were.

I was a little bit shocked when he couldn't name a single one, but was understanding about it because he's just an old guy and I'm mostly youthful and have my fingers firmly on the pulse of current trends.

Wanting to show him some of Eminem's best work, I put on one of my favorite tracks featuring Em, "Forgot about Dre". I guess I must have turned it up a little bit too loud because he began to point his hand and motion for me to turn it down.

However, in my excitement I misread his intentions and thought he was making a "this shit right here, homie!" hand gesture, so I nodded, turned it up, and began to rap along with Em, getting a bit too much in Howard's face but once again, I thought he might be deaf.

I paid little to no attention to him as I went about completing my performance. When the song was done I looked up and saw that Howard was gone. I walked into the kitchen to find my girl sitting alone at the table and crying. I walked in, not sensing the tone and still feeling good about my tight performance, "food almost ready, beb?" I asked her.

She looked up at me and I noticed her tears and asked "What happened? Where are your parents?", she then gave me like 10 minutes of shit for behaving "like a jackass", said she had to think about our relationship and would be spending the night at her parents house.

In that moment, I felt that a good way to disarm the tension would be to say something funny so I remembered some great lines from Eminem's song "The real Slim Shady" and started rapping. She just got up and left.

Haven't heard from her since, but we have a lot of the same friends so I heard that she was calling me a crazy asshole, so for closure I sent her a final text that read: "I am whatever you say I am".

Username: Sir_Abraham_Nixon

I don't even want to post this because I do know that he has an account somewhere on here, but it's not like he wasn't there for the story. Deep breath, and reddit, this was so many years ago. Don't judge me.

So there was this boy, we'll call him Soy Sauce, that I was just in love with from the time I met him in sixth grade. I'd admired Soy Sauce from a far for three years, only seeing him occasionally, as we had friends in the same circle but weren't close friends ourselves. We'd chat, and I'd sometimes coerce him into buying me a Monster, but in general, he was always talking about other girls.

Well, freshman year, we've known each other for three years and have had plenty of time to get to talk with each other and decide we'd like to date. (Heaven's horns, clouds break, kittens cry tears of joy kind of happiest day ever.) We had a pretty awesome relationship for three years but eventually, with high school boys acting as they may, and high school girls acting equally pig headed and belligerent, we had a parting of ways. He wanted to drink and party, and both of my parents had recently become alcoholics (the only time in my life I'd seen them even drink until that point) and I wanted nothing to do with it.

Months of lying to each other, asking "what we ever did wrong for god to stick us together like this" and every other horrible thing a senior and junior have no business saying to anyone, let alone their lover, ensued. Ultimately, a nasty breakup became the only possible outcome.

**Reddit, I was heartbroken and absolutely devastated.**

Every single friend I had in the world, we'd made together as we made our attempt to conquer the world as a couple. I was left with nothing. None of my friends even went to my school, so there was no one to turn to.

Eventually I started to pick up the pieces and make other friends. Flash forward to two years after out breakup. St. Patrick's party, lots of booze, and he and I have yet to have ever spoken a word to each other. So what do I do? I get shmammered, and decide that he'd surely like to have me arrive, sobbing, drunk, two years after the last word we spoken, on his porch at five in the morning. I banged on his window (adjacent to the front porch) for what was probably a really long time. In those two years, he'd gotten a new, large dog that I imagine had to have woken everyone in the house with his barking.

Eventually, his father came to the door, asied if my dad knew where I where, and told me to get the fuck home (which to me meant return to the party and keep drinking, even though everyone else is asleep.) And then he called my dad, who's number he still had for some fucking reason.

But in the end, Soy Sauce returned the favor. We still hadn't spoken five years after our breakup. I get a text from him saying he's in town and wants to see me. (What the fuck, now? After all that? After all those
years?) I live with my boyfriend of 3 years, and tell Soy Sauce that I didn't think it'd be right to go see him.

Then he gets drunk and proceeds with "Is it because you hate me? You have to see me. They're playing our song. Please stop hating me and come see me."

Username: [deleted]

I knew I was crazy. Our whole relationship was crazy. We started off good and then jealousy poisoned the well.

She was a liar. That’s harsh, but it’s the truth. At first it was small things that I brushed off, but then the lies started becoming more of problem. I used to get things like, “Me and my mom are getting our nails done, I’ll talk to you later” and then she would text later and say she never went to get her nails done and she was just napping.

No big deal. It later morphed into things like, “Hey, goodnight babe I’m going to sleep <3” and then I would find out she went out to a party with her friends.

This planted a seed of distrust in me that I never shook. I started calling her out on the tales she told and I started to ask her why I was always getting the wrong version of the story. She played coy and we would argue, and then I would get over it.

She was never good at telling guys no. The first time she cheated on me she said that “he invited me over and kissed me”. As if she was incapable of refusing either of those things. And then there was one guy she worked with who bought her a whole bunch of gifts and kept asking her out on dates, but she refused to confront him because she didn’t have the heart.

So it was always left to me to let these dudes know that she was in a relationship. If I didn’t tell them no, then these dudes never received a no. On a handful of occasions I dug up guys numbers so I could tell them off. This totally gave me the overprotective boyfriend persona.

At some point I reached critical mass and the jealousy was perpetual. Every time she made plans without me I assumed that she wasn’t telling me what was actually going on. So I got in the habit of driving around town to verify she was, where she said she was. That should have been major red flag number one.

I’ve always been good about responding to my phone, but she was not. And that was fuel to my fire most days. If she didn’t pick up her phone or text me for a few hours, I would call her nonstop and leave messages. I remember one night I left several hysterical voicemails threatening to break up with her if she didn’t call me back immediately. Red flag number two.

When I graduated from high school my parents had taken me and my brother to Europe. We did a two week trip around the UK. I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn’t been rotting on the inside from the worry that she was up to no good while I was across the pond.

The first words I sent to her after we landed in Philly on the return trip were, “Please tell me you didn’t cheat on me”. Red flag numero tres.

Her friends all knew me as the crazy one, but in the past six years or so since me and this girl had our falling out they all have started to realize that I’m not who they thought I was. I was definitely a fucking creep. I admit that. But after her treachery became public knowledge I like to think that most people’s opinions of me have changed.

Username: halfwaytosomewhere

I dated someone whom I truly loved for almost 2 years. We planned on getting a place together and everything. But I noticed that after a while, I started to feel trapped and missed being single.

He loved me so much and he did so much for me. I wish I could have been a better girlfriend because I did go batshit crazy a few times which I regret. 3 months ago I left him because I felt I needed time to think. I had also just gotten out of a mental health/detox hospital for severe depression and a couple of suicide attempts along with detox from opiates because I was using it to mask all of my feelings.

He was one of the reasons I was put there, because I told him I wanted to kill myself. At the time I was angry for him getting my family involved but then I realized he was only doing it because he cared about me and loved me.

After I got out, I felt changed and different. For some reason I didn't want to be with him anymore, so I told him I needed time to think and we broke up. I thought I fell out of love and then we remained friends. Everything was fine. It was just really awkward seeing him sometimes but we were always friendly. Once college ended (we commute to the same community college) I didn't see him for a while.

I met someone else who I am dating now. He's a marine and an amazing guy who has helped me a lot. But I noticed that I had suppressed my feelings for my ex. I never dealt with it. We went weeks without talking, until I finally texted him a couple days ago and it was all friendly... until he told me that he met someone else who he was sleeping with but not "official" yet.

For some reason my heart completely shattered. Even though I'm dating someone else, it still hurt me. I feel heartbroken. I don't understand why since I thought I had moved on. So after I found out, I flipped my shit on him and started saying all these awful things about this new girl of his and mind you, I don't even know who she is.

I said awful things to him and the whole situation has made me extremely depressed the last few days because I now know that I'm not completely over him, but he told me he is over me and moved on already. It feels like those almost 2 years meant nothing.

Apparently I sent him 70 text messages while he was working and I said some pretty horrible things which I regret. Heartbreak is one of the worst feelings possible. I've dealt with it before so I'm stronger with it now, but it still hurts.

On top of finding all of this out, I already have some major things going on in my life and have started to fall back into the depression I was in before I entered the hospital. Sorry for the long rant. This will probably get buried but it felt good to finally let this out somewhere.

And I'm not sure how to break these up into paragraphs so I apologize.

Username: falzaaa

Throw away account.

This is a part of my life I don't like looking back on, simply because of how embarrassing it is and all of the baggage associated with it.

As a young kid, I was very insecure. I was pretty much bullied at school since grade 1. I wasn''t beaten up thankfully.

I was abused at daycare, if you can call it that... it was just me and two other kids being looked after by a hispanic woman. She would just plop us infront of a tv to play video games. There was another blonde woman there, but I hear she threw herself infront of a train several years later.

Anyways the hispanic woman was pointlessly cruel to me, and I remember her dragging me across the floor and throwing me at the door once for some reason. I was four at the time so you'll have to forgive me if that is vague, there was other stuff but I honestly can't remember.

I believe my dad tried sexually abusing me as well around that time. I say tried... I don't believe anything actually happened (I remember saying no, and didn't understand what was going on), but I do have one memory inparticular which actually just cropped up in the last year or two.

Anyways, I was a pretty emotionally messed up kid. I remember cutting grasshoppers in half with a pair of dull scissors. Later I would abuse the chickens we kept (kicking them, hitting them with sticks, trying to crush them with rocks, etc).

My dad was never really nice to me. He would take any opportunity to ruin things for me, insult me, try to make me feel bad about myself, etc. E.g eating icecream, he comes in and says, "Jesus Christ, you're going to die at the age of thirty".

That kind of shit characterizes how much of a shitty person my dad is. There is a mountain of other shit he has done over the years, but I'm not going to get into it.

So with that background info, I wasn't the most confident or emotionally stable kid. I was prone to extremely angry outbursts, which I had to learn to control and eventually get over by myself as the years passed. I still have a bit of a temper though, but I'm the zen master when it comes to controlling it. I still have problems with vivid, extremely violent fantasies though.

Long story short, whenever I got close to a girl, I would always end up breaking down over stupid things. I was distrusting, jealous, insecure, etc. One of my exes believed I was literally crazy.

However when I started taking philosophy in high school it really helped me understand myself and untangle a lot of the emotions. A little later I met an awesome girl with her own insecurities, I helped her work through them, and we've been in a loving relationship for almost five years.

Username: FTSFFFUUU

Alright, you tell me.

Now, I went into this saying I have two rules: No cheating, and no jail time. Meaning, don't cheat on me, and don't kill anyone and end up in jail. If you stick with them, we'll be cool.

I met a guy who I almost instantly fell in love with. He was not "the perfect man" in the sense that perfect is obviously impossible to achieve, but he SEEMED like the perfect man for me.

Unfortunately, this guy was just out a relationship. I said fuck it, why should that matter, because I was also just out a relationship. He had been with the girl a year, I had been with someone for 4 years. The girl dumped him 6 weeks before, I had been dumped about a week before. Note - this was college. These were both long distance relationships.

I said, "you know what they say about college" - you're supposed to move on from high school romance right?

So I went for it. (This is something I would not do again).

He was clearly not ready - still saying he was in love even though they had been apart for almost a year. So, I told him that he had to make a decision: Me or the other girl who had dumped him. (So far seems fair, I think). It was March, I gave him until the end of the summer.

At the end of the summer, after going back and forth, he picked me. We were together for 12 months and everything was great. I was on top of the motherfucking world.

Turns out that summer, after it being a YEAR, he met up with the other girl and kissed her. Now, here is the icing on the cake, he didn't tell me this himself. She facebook messaged me it like it was some funny joke and game. Then, he turned and lied about it for a day and I was like "yeah you're full of shit bitch". Welp, she started sending all kinds of details, like she had been hanging onto it for awhile. "How would I know that his mother's birthday was the next day?" "How would I know what kind of car he was driving?" So, he broke down and told me the truth.

So yeah, I broke up with him and kind of went psycho. It's bad enough when a guy cheats on you. It's worse when his ex-girlfriend basically brags about it to you, like "ha ha, you thought you were secure, but look how I fucked you over."

And then I went abroad for 3 months (study abroad). Came back, he worked hard to "change". I trust him now and I don't think he'd ever do it again, but it's difficult. If anything, part of me (and many of my friends) think I am the psycho girlfriend for staying with him.

Username: haleted

I was most definitely the crazy ex with my last girlfriend.

I have had 2 serious girlfriends in my life. One when I was 18-20 and then the last one from 22-24. The reason I say this is because the first relationship greatly impacted the second one.

My first relationship was the definition of stupid high schoolers thinking they found the one. Turns out we werent meant to be, which was proven to me when she left me for another guy.

The sad thing is while it was proven I didnt believe it so when she called me up a year later asking to get back together (and leave said guy) I jumped at the chance. Round 2 lasted all of 9 months before she left me again....for another guy (which they are still together and have a kid)

This 2nd breakup greatly impacted me. After a summer of barely surviving I said fuck it and moved halfway across the country. I actually got my life together and started a career. While this was happening I was becoming very close with a girl from back home. So close in fact that I moved back home (transferred with my job though) to be with this girl.

I have since realized how big of a mistake this was and the reason I say that is because I had mistaken true friendship for love. I feel horrible about it to this day because the initial attraction wore off after awhile and I quickly became the crazy ex.

I would yell at her for stupid things. I wouldnt show her any affection and the word sex might as well have been made up. I didnt want to do anything with her, but at the same time when she would go out with friends Id loose my shit. My reasoning for this at the time was essentially that I gave everything I had to my first girlfriend so Im not going to make the same mistake twice.

Finally she had had enough, so she left me last summer. I spent a month or two doing the typical crazy ex things like calling her, facebooking her, texting, ect, but this girl said fuck you guy and just moved on. Im very thankful for this as it forced me to actually deal with my shit and grow up.

The last year has been one of the best of my life and for the first time in my life I feel happy being myself, by myself.

I will never forgive myself for what I put her through for those few years though. We were never meant to be because as I had said I had mistaken our level of friendship for love. I wish I hadnt done that because she was one of the most amazing people I have ever met and Ive no doubt in my mind we would still be best friends.

I miss being friends with her.

Username: [deleted]

Throughout all of these years I haven't told anybody about this, so here goes nothing.

I was a senior in high school where I found the first love of my life, or at least I thought I did.. Over the period of two years, I was so blind to the fact that she was just a horrible person inside and out. She would never pay a penny whenever we would go out on dates as she did not entitle herself as a feminist whatsoever.

She would always say the most negative comments about others who would just give us a friendly glance. Or the people (strangers) who intervened in any way possible; whether it's an accidental bump, somebody who goes first while waiting in line instead of letting you go, etc.

She was the complete opposite of me! To make things worse, she literally hated all of my friends and was really controlling. Not only did she burn many bridges that I have had with friends of the opposite sex in fear of getting cheated on, but she would never let me go anywhere alone without her.

She was that type of "crazy ex" to text you every 20 minutes to see where you are, and if there was even a slight possibility of insecurity she would demand evidence. Whether it's pictures, FaceTime, videos, anything for you to prove that your'e not lying...

There was a distinct memory during our relationship where I once received a text from a good friend of mine asking me how I was doing. After seeing this, she started crying uncontrollably and then became physically abusive without understanding the whole situation.

She threw multiple blows and kick towards my face WHILE I was driving!! She was the type of girl where if you spent the whole day trying to be thoughtful for her, if one thing (little or big) goes wrong she threw the biggest fit and would just tell me she wanted to go home.

Which was very inconsiderate as I would drive almost a hour and 30 minutes to go see her (she lived in another city but attended the school in my area) and take her out! No matter how hard I tried to make her feel loved in any way possible, she gave nothing in return.

There were even certain times where I would occasionally catch a random number or a guys' name in her screen as the text message indication would go off. Next thing you know, the text messages are gone. I always given her the benefit of the doubt, and never really questioned her actions as I thought nothing of it.

I guess it was the intimacy that was truly the only reason why I stayed with her. The younger me would rather be sexually satisfied than be mentally re-assured about our relationship. She ended up breaking up with me because I ended up lying to her to go hang out with my friends. After this, I heard rumors from close friends about her having intercourse with another guy days after her leaving me.

It took me months for me to finally feel okay about myself. It really hurt me a lot to give all the efforts and energy into one person when in reality they wouldn't do nearly half the things for you. There were so many obvious signs that showed our relationship was diminishing, and it wasn't right. But I tried, and tried again. Hoping for the best that eventually one day she will change. It seemed like I was fighting for the wrong person, and by the time I found out it was already too late.

Now, almost 5 years later, I cannot help but thank my younger self for being so blind and stupid. I learned so many valuable life lessons from her that I will cherish forever. She still contacts me til this day, while having a new boyfriend.. I ignore her :). Ultimately, you can't change anybody who doesn't want to be changed.

Username: veviviv3

My ex husband's family liked to call me a crazy, mean bitch. I was 18 when I got pregnant and though my family said to "get rid of it" I decided not to. We got married and lived in poverty. I was on welfare and medicaid and was on bedrest for preterm pregnancy. He eventually just stopped going to work.

After we had our daughter we moved out of the city, far away from both of our families, where he could go to school. He stopped going when he was staying up all night to watch porn...things like rape, drunk passed out women, beastiality, hardcore bondage (lots of blood and torture). He quit going to class completely and started hanging out with 14-15 year old kids.

I was suffering from very, very bad post portum depression and was crying myself to sleep every night. I was parenting this newborn that I loved so much and was thinking about how much I wanted to kill myself. He was using the car my parents owned (but gave me) to go buy drugs while I sat at home alone.

We had no money and I was down to 80 pounds. I was literally starving to death to make sure my daughter and husband could eat.

My parents drove 5 hours down to us and picked up my daughter so he and I could try to work things out. He didn't even say good bye to her because he was so busy with his new 15 year old friends. He was 20 at the time...he also liked hanging out with meth users and this creepy dude that I was pretty sure was a pedophile. (He was NEVER allowed in the house when I wasn't there).

That night my husband left without taking his phone and there was nothing for me to eat. I packed a bag and hid it in our daughter's room. I filled up the gas tank and took the last $40 out of our bank account and the next morning when he "said" he was going to class I left and drove to my parents house.

I was accused of taking all of our money and leaving him to starve. They said I took his daughter away from him (he never even bathed her or changed her diapers much less played with her or showed her love!). He served ME with divorce papers and we went our separate ways.

He burned all of our furniture, gave away all of clothes and personal belongings and then went on a 3 day long bender where he started a relationship (sexual) with 2 different 13 year old girls.

A few years later my parents are managing conservators of my daughter and are taking care of her. I was in no place to raise a kid and her life would have been hell. I get a phone call from my mom asking me if he had ever "touched" her. I am in my car, on the highway trying as fast as I can to get home. She tells me that my daughter GRAPHICALLY described what happened to her. She was 4 at the time and could tell my mother what his penis looked like.

She says his mother took her clothes and washed the...well she said something else that makes me sick to repeat, but basically his cunt of a mother CAUGHT him and asked my daughter why SHE was touching HIM like that and washed the evidence off her clothes.

This whole time his family is going on about what a stupid, crazy bitch I am, that I was a lowlife and deserved to die. He molested my daughter and now she is 9 and still has to see him because she wasn't old enough to testify that he molested her. He ended up with supervised visits, but she has emotional problems still. She's such a smart, beautiful little girl and has to suffer from seeing this sick pervert?

He just left for the military a week ago and I am praying that he is in a one man casualty so she never has to see those sick fucks again.
Username: trowavay4u

My experience as the "crazy ex" was something out of a soap opera. I'll try to keep it concise:

- met a guy, charming as could be. Over the course of several months he took me out, bought me things, heavily pursued me, even introduced me to his parents and sister and nieces and nephews.

- during Christmas I found out he actually had a girlfriend in Singapore who he had been with for the last 6 YEARS.

- I immediately confronted him. He owned up to it, apologized and gave me this long spiel about how she was "crazy" and he had been "trying to break up with her for two years" and was "controlling, bitchy etc etc". I was naive (probably clinically retarded) at the time and believed him. I even felt sorry that he felt so trapped by this woman.

- he said he wanted to break up with her and be with me. Before he could, she received an email from a mutual friend telling her that he was cheating on her. She dumped him, and he kept denying he cheated.

- fast forward a year, he kept actively pursuing me and trying to prove his love for me. I bought into it and we started dating. I even popped his cherry, and soon I realized he was mostly in it for the sex. The dates, gifts, affection all stopped. He never touched me outside the bedroom. Not even a high-five. He started putting me down in front of other. Examples include: "I can't have a pimply gf", "your boobs are tiny, drink more soy milk", "no one cares you're a graphic designer, just sit in the corner and we will keep you entertained with some crayons."

- all this while I had been receiving threatening emails from his ex. Calling me a whore and slut. I received almost 53 before I emailed her back and asked if we could talk and clarify things instead of her assuming I was the other woman, when clearly, I had no idea.

- she ignored me completely and sent countless rude emails to me over another whole year.

- then last summer, she happened to come into town. I didn't know anything about it till my friend said he saw my boyfriend out at 3am with her.

- they both called me for a public meeting, where he had called all of our friends and some of my cousins, and basically told them all that I had sent those emails to MYSELF and blamed them on her. and that's how he publically dumped me. He also told everyone about my abusive Parents, and his ex went so far as to say "your mother was right about you, you are a whore". (Mind you, he was my first bf at the age of 23) anyway, our entire friend circle believed him and ostracized me. I tried saying I have proof that I didn't send the emails to myself (I'm a software engineer too so I know These things) at that point no one believed me because they all saw the wreck i had become in the last few months - I cried, became withdrawn, isolated myself - things they all deemed were proof enough that I was mental.

- When I tried proving myself, 99% didn't want to hear anything I had to say. They couldn't believe that this charming, funny, wonderful guy was a cheater, liar and someone who had gone so far as to be physically violent with me.

It got so bad that people stopped looking at me on the street even.

I cut them all out and moved back home. Haven't looked back since, I still hear crazy stories he makes up - like I apparently texted him "I hope you die of dengue fever". And I laugh it off because people will believe what they want to believe. All I can do is hope that people eventually think rationally. But I won't risk holding my breath for that.

Username: [deleted]

I had a crazy ex moment, but I would not consider myself a chronic crazy ex. I got out of a two and a half year relationship in January and after two weeks of sitting on the floor of my room eating melted ice cream with a ladle, I got tired of my own misery and started picking up the pieces of my life.

Things were going well until he started approaching me as a friend, and I just could not handle it. I had told him that he could call me in an emergency (grandpa died, car needed a jump, sick enough to need a ride to the hospital) but otherwise I needed a few months without contact (we laid out until July as a tentative marker) to get over my romantic feelings.

Well, it turns out he felt he was having emergencies pretty damn often, so I ended up hearing from him about once a week for a while, not counting the week he called me over 25 times a day every day, not counting the times he showed up randomly at my apartment, not counting the pebbles (read: rocks) he threw at my window to get my attention when my phone was off, busting up the window screen in the process.

I was quite happy doing my own thing a few weeks ago and hadn't heard from him in a while, when I run into a friend who tells me he has an item that my last boyfriend gave him to give to me. I thought I had collected all my stuff from his place so I was a bit confused, but I took the item anyway.

It was his electric back massager covered in duct tape. I put it in my closet and didn't think too much of it aside from trying to make sense of the seemingly random nature of the thing.

Two days later he sent me an e-mail asking to talk. I told him I could talk that night if it was very important. We talked that night and it was not important at all--stuff about feelings and our relationship and generally things that could wait until more time had passed or didn't need to be talked about at all. After I hung up the phone, I felt absolutely horrid in a wash of negative emotions, as I usually do after I talk to him.

My composure and dedication to effective interpersonal skills snapped that night. It was late and I blamed him for my feeling horrible because I did not want nor ask to talk to him that night and if I hadn't talked to him, I would have been out with friends likely having a bang-up time.

I called him several (read: probably ten) times that night in tears, asking why he contacted me that day, yammering on about how mad I was and how it wasn't fair, that the phone was there for emergencies and he had just come out of nowhere, abused that privilege, and tore my heart open again. He told me he was with friends and couldn't really talk.

Making excessive calls would be bad enough, but I was so mad that night, I threw out a lot of the things he had given me, including lighting a small fire to completely disintegrate mementos. I also took the stupid back massager and smashed it into tiny pieces, leaving a shower of plastic in a place I knew he and his friends would see and recognize. I happened to have a tube of fake blood in my closet and considered spraying it all over, but thankfully decided not to.

It wasn't right and I don't want to do something like that again, but to my credit, I went out there sheepishly about an hour after making a mess and cleaned everything up.

Now I have his phone, e-mail, facebook, google+, and okcupid accounts blocked and am much calmer. He used his childhood e-mail address to e-mail me yesterday, though, so I think I will block that too.

Username: only_one_contact

Im so late to this party but I thought should add my story since my petty revenge was inspired by reddit years ago..

You said a lot of things to make me love you, you mislead me greatly.. You knew I could see myself spending a long time with you and you really convinced me that you felt the same. You went away to visit your family and completely stopped talking to me after a few days, there was no hint, i was no prepared for this to happen, I was under the impression we were happy..

I was worried something happened to you and had no way of finding out if you were alright.. a week goes by and you still havent spoken to me but at this point I'm starting to realize its on purpose.. another week goes by and I know you're back in town... at this point I'm border-lining stalker and I know it, I know that all the ways I'm acting and feeling are completely irrational and a lot of it was run off from a previously disastrous relationship.. depressed, angry and like a crazy person showing up at your apartment after a few days demanding my personal belongings I left there before you went home...

Really I just wanted to see your face, see if you would explain why you just cut off contact.. I asked you why and you wouldn't even speak a word to me or look me in the eyes.. You just gave me my things (minus an item you knew had sentimental value to me) and let me out.. I spammed you with text like a nutbag hoping you would say anything to me.. the lack of closure drove me absolutely insane for weeks after.. Telling me any fucking reason would have been better than the silence..

And then I found out.. You got married back home.. Really.. I wasnt entirely surprised once I found out.. I knew the cultural difference would be a challenge.. But it was a challenge we even discussed in depth while fantasizing about our potential future.. At this point I was just angry, bitter and jaded..

I read a post here on reddit about petty revenge.. walked to your car one night with a bag full of old pennies and I jammed those fuckers into every crevice of your stupid car.. I was half tempted to break into it.. seeing my sentimental belonging sitting in the dashboard.. that you deliberately chose to keep.. but I left...

Months after Im dating a new guy and he quickly makes me feel really silly for having invested so much of my feelings into you.. We havent spoken since but I had seen you around town.. with and without your new wife..

Now its been years and me and him are still together, planning our future and on the verge of being engaged.. You had the nerve to walk up to me one day with a friend to ask me how i was doing with a very snake attitude about you... You reached out your hand to shake and I pushed it away and told you to walk away.. You did..

My BF confronted you about it in front of you wife a couple weeks later and embarrassed you.. which was better closure than shoving pennies into your car..

When you see us out together now you avoid making eye contact at all times, hes intimidating to you and you know it.. Strangely I probably wouldn't have met him at that particular time if I wasnt rebounding from you.. So thank you for being a coward, I know I acted a bit cunty and crazy at the end..

But I don't regret a single penny.. I hear you're still finding them clinking around.. The craziness that came over me and following jaded bitter attitude over such a meaningless brief fling has helped me grow up and mature.

Username: crazyexthrowawayy1

Yes, I was and am diagnosably mentally ill, but I'm not an asshole. I'm just anxious and sad a lot. During our relationship, I was occasionally selectively mute, usually when I was being pressured.

Ex had a bit of a white knight complex. He wanted to "save me" (protip: you can't "save" a depressed person) but also was deathly afraid that I'd leave him if I recovered, because I'd stop "needing" him.

See, he told me more than once that the defining memory from his childhood was chasing after a car as it drove away with his mother and the man she had been cheating with. And once you knew that, it was really obvious just how thoroughly that incident and the aftermath had permeated his entire view of relationships.

He always thought I was lying. He always thought I would eventually leave.

In his head there was this one-sided resentful game going on where I suppose he thought we were both manipulating and lying to each other and he was trying to get the upper hand. But it was all in his head. I'm somewhat autistic and bluntly honest to a fault. There were no mind games or hidden meanings, though I think he sometimes drove himself nuts trying to work out what I was "secretly thinking". Because, in his head, that's what women do.

So what I got from him was comfort and support while I was doing particularly badly. But as soon as I started doing well, getting a job, achieving goals, saving money, he did a complete 180. Keeping me up late before work, demanding I call in sick to spend more time with him.

Telling me I wasn't a real adult and my savings didn't count because I still lived at home, demanding I pay for his expenses because he worked harder (he was reasonably well paid but overspent on shiny gadgets and video games and was in debt, I lived at home and saved every penny I could).

Agreeing to drive me to school or work and then refusing at the last second. Telling me I was going to fail at my goals and even telling my family that behind my back.

Deliberately embarrassing me in front of my parents, and telling them things like, for example, my mom is super paranoid about sexual assault and I was planning to go to Japan, so he talked loudly and at length to her about how "Japanese men are the worst perverts in the world", presumably hoping she would veto my trip.

Then there was the sexual assault. I repeatedly invited him to talk, at a neutral time, about things he might like to do in bed, but he practically never did this. Instead, he'd bring them up in the moment, or just start doing whatever.

Some of the things he decided to "just start doing" were things I'd explicitly said NO to the last time it came up, yet he always would sadface and claim that he "thought I'd like it". If I tried to stop him there was simmering resentment and the distinct impression that I was taking something away, punishing him, manipulating him, playing a game to get something, and not...just...like... my vagina hurts right now sorry dude.

Anyway, at the beginning of the relationship this was all very subtle and there were a lot of confusing and disorienting incidents that (being kinda autistic) I didn't figure out the real meaning of for years, not until he'd made the bitterness and resentment and inner mindgame obvious.

Username: radiantbutterfly

I have sort of done it on purpose. I have never been a "one night stand" kind of guy - always in relationships. Once, after a long and painful breakup, I began to lust after a girl who reminded me of my ex. Now, in my mind, getting a girl drunk, or using date rape drugs was clearly unethical, but using my own words and charm was not. This person turned out to be a bit of a "good-girl" - from a Catholic orthodox family - only had one BF by age 26, etc, etc. More or less, she was not going to be "easy," and this fact only deepened my lust for her, and desire to "corrupt;" afterall, who doesn't have fantasies about corrupting schoolgirls?
Well, it all ended up taking too long - I met her (crazy) parents, and started to "couple down" as my friends put it - and eventually, I got my wish, and we had great, awesome, crazy sex over and over and over again. 

Unfortunately, I was cornered at that point - I had been far too covert with my actual intentions that simply "walking away" would have made me a liar and scoundrel in my own eyes, so I stuck with it for close to 6 months - looking for a way out at every turn.

I knew I did not want a relationship with this woman, or her crazy parents, but she started growing way too attached. I later came to find out that she was a bit of a "gold digger" - and that her (less well-off) family had been very influential in making sure she did not let the "nice engineer" get away.
Eventually, after all this became clear, I had no choice - break her fragile heart, or invent a character flaw to push her away. I took the latter approach - the coward's way out - I had always been a bit of a jealous lover, so I made a conscious effort to ratchet that up. 

I pretended to spy on her phone (though never actually invaded her privacy), acted jealous and childish when she drank with people from work, and generally made it very clear (without saying it) that I would not tolerate male attention towards her.
It still didn't work though - I felt terrible about it - about making her cry, about giving her false hope that I could raise their family out of poverty one day, about making her think that her feelings for me were reciprocated (and maybe they were to some extent...). 

Eventually I didn't even know who I was anymore - I got lost in my own invented persona, and started acting more and more like a dick in general; my ethical self-checks became less and less frequent as the situation deteriorated.

My delusion that dishonestly was somehow more "noble" and "ethical" because it sheltered her from the painful truth was becoming increasingly more difficult to rationalize every day that I kept up the lie.
In the end, I broke it off "clean," by "staging" (was it really staged, or do I just rationalize that to myself now...) a public situation I knew would end in a heated conflict. 

After she stormed out of the bar (like I knew she would), I never spoke to her again - no calls, texts or anything. When our paths crossed afterwards, we were strangers.
I feel terrible about the entire thing - but I learned a lot about myself, and I definitely learned my lesson. Manipulating people in order to get in their pants requires a complete vacation of morality, and an embrace of deviancy to an extent with which I am not comfortable. 

Username: socsa

Warning: Kind of a long read that I'll tell you right now isn't terribly interesting, and is mostly just me venting. Go ahead and skip.

These comments make me glad I'm able to keep things bottled up on the inside.

Though I have had a ex... thingy who I didn't technically date who ended up convincing a good amount of people I was a crazy ex. Told them I was upset that we wouldn't start dating, when in fact I had every intention of ending the weird relationship that we were having.

Literally the conversation we had on the phone was me-"Hey, I need to talk to you. Look, do you even want a relationship" her-"No, not really" me- "Alright, I'll see you on Monday" (still in school).

Apparently she took that for "Fuck you and everything you stand for"

Next day, she gives me the cold shoulder and the glare, and I go up to her and say "you literally have no right to be mad at me. This was the exact shit I was trying to avoid". Anyways, after a heated argument where she calls me a pussy for not telling my friends about us (which was for her benefit), I eventually call her out on a big double standard (she also told none of her friends about us. Especially all the guys that were hitting on her.

I thought we were both fine with the secret relationship)and she ends up just telling me along the lines of "I never wanted this to happen, I never meant to hurt you" and she said she still wanted to be friends (We were actually pretty good buds before we started dating).

I kinda just assumed that we should remain kind to each other, but not really close, but no. She apparently was all about us being friends again, and we got close. Happy and friendly with each other. And than something happened. Have no idea what, but she all of the sudden just became cold towards me. The friendly jibes we used to make with each other were no longer friendly. She became blunt, cruel, and fucking mean. I thought maybe she was just having some bad moods, but everyone else she got along fine with.

Eventually I have enough of it, and stop playing along with her. I ask her, "If you have a problem with me, tell me". She goes on the "nothing's wrong", and I end up telling her that she's been a pain for the past week (people had been remarking on why she was being a bitch to me). We go on like that, she freaks out and calls me the biggest girl she had ever seen, saying that I'm apparently just pissed because she won't date me (not true) and... yeah.

We stop talking, but unfortunately she was pretty close to my good friends. I'm assuming she told them that I was obsessed with her, and right before High School ended, I pretty much lost all my buddies. They were all into her, so I kinda understood why they chose her side.

I just remembered feeling so unbelievably angry during my graduation. Didn't talk to any of them for three months. My friends and I didn't have a huge falling out, and part of it was my fault because I was still in the midst of the injustice of how unfairly she had treated me, and not really having a place to vent.

Depression ensued. Though I think I have to thank her somewhat. After that happened, I ended up smoking a lot of weed. Which I really liked and helped get me through a depression, and ended up talking to them again. And than they started smoking weed.

All's good.

Username: JoesShittyOs