Breaking Up Was Not Following God’s Will

I met “J” my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t initially attracted to him, but he was nice and sweet – at first. Slowly, he became more and more controlling. There were ‘rules’ I had to follow about who I talked to and when. He was taking control of my life! After he said an inappropriate comment about my mom, I broke up with him. That’s when he really became weird. He sent me this six page e-mail about how breaking up with him was not following God’s will. A few days later, he slipped a birthday card and a pamphlet about how to know God’s will under my door. He began watching my apartment and stalking me across campus. No matter where I would go he would show up and want to talk. I finally had to get the police involved. After a few months, he got another girlfriend and left me alone.

Money Changes Everything

When I was in college, I dated this guy who came from a pretty average background. He had grown up middle class, graduated with decent grades, and was attending the same state college I was going to. There was nothing “high class” about it. I mean, he carried himself well and dressed nice, but he was in no way the “fancy car, designer labels, too good for anything but the best” type, and it was for that reason that I loved him so. We spent two great years together. Going out in his dad’s old SUV on clear nights, just to lay out and stare at the stars. Then, his grandmother died. She had been ill for over a year, but took a sudden decline in health and passed away quickly. It was a hard blow to everyone. I was there for him every step of the way, then life changed forever.

His grandmother had kept it a secret as to just how much money she had. She had come from a well off family and her parents had left her money (she was the only child). Plus, her husband had owned a few successful businesses and had sold them before he retired. My boyfriend’s dad and his mother received $8 million and my boyfriend, being the only grandchild, received $2.5 million. It was like an overnight change. His parents paid off their house and bought a new truck. My boyfriend, on the other hand, bought a luxury condo in the heart of downtown, a brand new fully loaded Lexus, and a brand new very expensive wardrobe. He took me shopping and tried to outfit me in all if these tight, revealing outfits that cost way too much. I was uncomfortable the entire time. We went to get a bite to eat at some expensive restaurant and he had the audacity to tell me that I needed to change a few things in order to meet his standards. All I could do was sit there bewildered. I said that I wasn’t changing for anyone and that I was the same person with or without money. He chuckled then told me to “step it up.” He said that he wanted someone who would carry themselves by his standards, then he said he needed to find that girl. Though he did pay for my cab ride home!

Wedding Planning

I should be planning my dream wedding right now, but because my fiance’s mother is such a psycho b*tch, I’m moving out of our place and sending everyone emails to let them know that the wedding is off. The whole mom thing has been a problem since day one. When we first started dating, it wasn’t too bad because he was still living at home. I swear, she would call him every time we were out to find out what he was doing and what time he was coming home. Even after he told her all of that, she would do things like take a picture of herself in the mirror and send it to my boyfriend with the caption “Miss and love you!” Or she would cook dinner, call to let him know she was cooking, send him a picture of the meal, then call again to see what he thought of the picture. It didn’t bother me too much. It was a little annoying with her constantly calling but whatever.

As our relationship progressed, the crazy started coming out of her. She just did immature little things to try and hurt me or create a divide between us. She would always try to guilt him into canceling plans with me so that they could do something instead. There were several times where she even played really sick and asked him to come home right away because she thought she might have to go to the hospital. Of course she never did, and she was magically better by the time he got home. She even felt well enough to ask him to go out with her to eat and catch a movie. We argued so many times about his mother’s hold over him and how badly it was affecting our relationship. Somehow, we managed to make it through and he proposed last summer. We planned our wedding for June of this year, and his mother did everything she could do to stand in the way since we announced our engagement. The stress of her constant interference and negativity got to the both of us but it really bothered me because my mom left when I was younger, so I always imagined that my mother-in-law to be could help fill that role during the whole wedding planning thing. She instead turned it into my nightmare and I ended up reaching my breaking point. I told her off in the middle of the flower shop. I told her that she better watch her nasty comments or she wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near our wedding. I said that I wasn’t going to tolerate anymore from her. She went back crying and guilt-tripping my fiance. What did he do? Nothing. He yelled and screamed at me about how I wasn’t treating his mom with respect and said that he wasn’t sure we should be getting married. And that was that. We decided to call things off and both move out of the apartment we shared. I’m not sure what will happen, but I love him with all my heart and wanted a future with him.

Another Psycho Ex Boyfriend Story

Last year, I was a senior in high school and I worked at a breakfast chain restaurant which was where I met my crazy ex-boyfriend.

I only had 4 more months left of school and my life was going at full speed. I was happy and single until my ex-boyfriend started working with me. I was a hostess and he was a server. We flirted non-stop like little children then eventually, we became official.

[Worst God Damn Decision of my Life...]

My ex-boyfriend has wealthy parents. They paid for his $1,400 apartment, monthly. He’s now 21 and will be 22 within the next month, has never been to school and has trained in the marines only to drop out of training because he fails at life and just wants to wait for his parents to die so he can inherit their wealth. (not actually making that up.) ANYWAYS….

The craziness started when he told me that he loved me within 2 weeks of us being together, adding on another 2 weeks he told me that he can see within the future and said that if we “play out cards right” we would get married. Really now? Continuing on, he would eventually strip away my privacy (looked through my texts, no guy friends, I could only hang out with him only) and as a result, I lost all of my friends. All of them.

Eventually it became so bad that when I tried to end our relationship in a cordial matter, he would start yelling and screaming at me, shouting terrible untrue things about me and later on he punched a hole through his parent’s bathroom door. In addition to this bullshit, he cheated on me twice throughout our relationship but he denied it although it was blatantly obvious. The second time he cheated on me was the worst and definitely the last. He left me to be with some girl who goes to some tech school (currently lives with her) WHILE WE WERE STILL TOGETHER. Face palming it right there, literally.

HOWEVER, he was a weird freaking kid and I found a picture of him in his spandex humping a pillow with a caption saying “In it to Win it.” I sent it to everyone I knew. Revenge is sweet.

3 Separate Breakups

Well I will try to keep this short and sweet, the first break up I will tell you about is from my first son’s father. He was 28 and I was 19 when we started dating, shortly after I moved in with him and lost connection with my family and friends because he was very controlling, I found I was pregnant (my son was planned by both of us) and the day I tell M, he drove me to an abortion clinic and told me to choose between him or my son, I chose my unborn son, M was also abusive he never hit me, but he would tie me up in a bath tub and run the water and tell me I better figure out how to get out before I drowned. or try to suffocate me with blankets and such, after I chose to keep the baby we get back to our place and he puts all my stuff outside and told me to find a way home, I haven’t talked to my family in months because of him and didn’t have a cell phone because I wasn’t allowed, my family also lived about 45 minutes away. So I walked about 6 miles to a friends house and called my mom, told her what happened and she came and got me. Well when my son was 3 months old one of mine and M’s mutual friends and I start talking we eventually hook up and everything is fine for the most part, but he was a player so to speak. when my son was 6 months old I found out I was pregnant with my 2nd. He already had 2 kids with someone else, so I guess my child was important. He never believed he was his. And to this day 6 years later neither one of them have seen their children.

Which brings us to C, I have known C for 17 years our parents are next door neighbors, well I was 24 and he had just turned 19 when we started talking, I had been single for 2 years because I only wanted to focus on my boys and trying to be a mama and daddy to them both. C was great to my boys he did everything for them and treated them like they were the greatest kids on earth ( my older two children are mixed with black, not that it matters but where I’m from to find a white man that accepts your children for who they are instead of race is something) Anyway, we start making plans of having our own child, I’m a little apprehensive because of how the last two turned out. But on 4th of July we find out we are going to have a baby, everything had been going great, no major fights or anything, then his long lost friend pops back into his life, and it starts going downhill, he starts wanting to go out with his friends more and all this, I tried to be understanding because of his age and the fact that he had taken on so much responsibility with me and my first two. but the last straw was my birthday weekend I found out he wanted to go to a bonfire instead of spending any of it with me. So I broke it off, only to realize what a huge mistake that was, and tried asking him back, he told me not right now, that he just wanted to be single for a while. well I found out he had started talking to other girls one that was about to go to prison, and one that was his bestfriends “baby mama”, I was heart broken. He never cheated on me, and never slept with these girls, I knew I wanted him back and didn’t want to face raising a 3rd child by myself, so I played it off, told him we should still have sex since I was pregnant with his child and all, and that I was fine with just sex…In March I had our son, him and his whole family was there, he stayed the whole weekend at the hospital with me, and then after I brought the baby home, he was coming over every day to see him, but with him being a newborn he slept all the time so we would cuddle on the couch, and play around with each other. We eventually decided to work things out when our son was a month old, our son is now 1 and a half, we have our own house, a mini van and a truck, we are getting married in September and my older two boys call him daddy, he never mistreated them, his family even bought them Christmas and birthday presents while we were broken up. He played with them every time he saw them (which was alot, seeing as how his mom lives next to my dad). I’ve never been happier, and think our time apart only made us a better couple for now.

Young Sick Love

I met M on a website. We started to chat and I thought he was cute so we got each other’s numbers. He also lived in Texas. Fast forward a few months later, I was having a bad night and he was the only one up so I thought maybe I should talk to him to let my steam off. So we talked all night and video chatted. This went on for about a few weeks. Then one day while we were on Skype he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought it’s just a long distance relationship and it wouldn’t be so bad to be in one. So I said yes. At first I thought he was the best boyfriend anyone can ever have. Thinking back on it now, I was wrong. I was blinded by love that I couldn’t see the red flags. For example he gave me all of his time but I tried my best to do the same but I had school and sports to worry about that he would always get mad at me and start spamming with texts on how I don’t love him and how he should break up with me. Then when I would get the free time to video chat with him I would and he would act as nothing happen. But when we video chatted he gave me a set of rules. I wasn’t allow to talk to anyone who was a boy or liked me, I am not allowed to text during video chatting and if I did I would get yelled at by him and so on. But me being all blinded by love I thought nothing of it. We also would fight all of the time. Then on our 4 month he asked me to marry him. I thought he was crazy. At the time I was 13 and he was 17. Anyways back to the story. Me thinking that he was the one for me and that we would be together forever I said yes ( I know I was dumb at the time.). So life went on and I thought I was really good. Then in March after being together for about 6 months, he got mad at me because I went to the mall and some other dumb reason. I thought he was just having a bi-polar second of his that he would always have but it wasn’t. He started to yell at me and telling me on how I should kill myself and that I am a whore (When I never cheat on him) and that I am the worst girlfriend he ever had and he called off the whole being married thing. I was sad, I cried the whole night and the next day. My friends thought I was going to hurt myself which I would never do but then the next thing I know I’m in the hospital for “trying to hurt myself” when really I was at home sleeping. Anyways, I was sad and I missed him. My mum and dad said I couldn’t talk talk to him anyone. I felt like the world came to aN end. Then a few weeks later I got over him and I met my new boyfriend and I have been happy since. But on my birthday he called me saying to me that he missed me and wanted to be back together but I didn’t even text him or call him back. I’m happy to say that I went though that because now I know what the red flags are and not to rush into things and let things happen.