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I have always been really family-oriented, so I thought it was great when I started dating Bradley. He was big on family as well, and seemed like he was the perfect guy for me. He had grown up in a smaller family. It was him, his younger sister Abby, and their parents. Growing up, they did the annual family vacations, had family nights each week, and were all very close. As the kids had gotten older, their relationships with their parents had turned more into friendships, and that was the coolest thing I had ever heard. I fell right into place with the family and was so genuinely happy.
Unfortunately, somewhere between her kids’ early and mid-twenties, Bradley’s mom had lost touch with a sense of healthy relationships, and felt like she needed to always be included in everything, and I mean everything. My first taste of her crazy came about 4 months into my relationship with Brad. I had a small gathering at my place to celebrate my best friend’s birthday. She was turning 24, so we kept things pretty quiet; just friends, drinks, food and games. When Brad’s mom found out that I had hosted a party without inviting her, she cried to Bradley for over an hour and then wrote my friend a facebook message, introducing herself and inviting the girl out for drinks to celebrate her birthday. My friend was freaked out but kept things as polite as possible for my sake. Incidents like this continued to happen for the next year, with her reactions getting crazier each time. I also noticed that she became distant and would always seem sad whenever I was included in their plans. During one dinner, she actually walked out and texted Bradley that she felt ignored and unloved. She asked for him to meet her a few blocks away because she needed to talk, and then threw a fit when he said no. Brad’s dad had to leave early to take her home. Eventually, she stopped being indirect about the situation and started making it very clear that I was the problem. She would be sure to talk about how close they all were before me, and say how they weren’t now but that she was ok with it because she would always be his first love. I just bit my lip and smiled each time. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was bothering me.
The last straw came soon after New Year’s. Brad’s friend decided to plan a couple’s weekend, which actually was a part of Brad’s elaborate plan to ask me to marry him. It was supposed to be 2 days full of friends and the things I loved most, topped off with Brad proposing. It ended up going nothing like that. Brad told his mom about the plan, and instead of being excited for us, she goes nuts and posts a rant, with pictures and details of his plans on her facebook. So I ended up finding out about the entire thing days beforehand, and I got to read all about how I had forced Brad to plan this elaborate proposal and work his ass off to buy me nice things. She said every terrible thing about me that you could imagine. Then she finished it by saying that he was too good for me and that he deserved the love and care he got from her, not to settle with what he was getting from me. Bradley ended up in a huge fight with his mom, which caused tension between us and led to us slowing down. We are still together, but he feels like we need to sort out these issues before we take the next step. I just hope that things change soon before I go as crazy as her.10 Comments
When my boyfriend and I first got together, he let me know that he was coming out of a rough break-up, and that his ex had recently found out that she was pregnant and he was the father. I was a little apprehensive because the last thing I wanted to get involved in was some “baby mama drama” between him and his ex-girlfriend. I was honest with him and told him that at this point in my life I wasn’t ready to settle down into the married life, or have kids, or anything like that. I could commit, but I didn’t want things to be really serious right away. Somehow. the exact opposite occurred. It was like we had fallen in love instantly and within 3 months we were living together.
It had taken a lot of work, but he had eventually come to an understanding with his ex about the baby and how he wanted to be there. They both agreed that they wanted to be the best parents that they could be for the child. She even sat and talked with me about the roles that I might be playing. All I kept thinking was “ummm, no thank you!” I mean, getting serious in the relationship was one thing but there was no way in hell I was ready for kids in my life. I came to the decision that I would be supportive of my boyfriend but that I did not want to play mommy to any kid.
A few months after the baby was born, the ex started dropping the baby off to spend time with his father, and from day one my boyfriend tried to involve me in it. He constantly asked me to hold the baby, feed the baby, and do a bunch of other stuff that I just hated. It was so awkward, and every time the kid cried, it was just another reminder of what I didn’t want. Once the baby started spending the night and eventually entire weekends with us, I started reaching a breaking point. I hated being there. I figured that I could talk to my boyfriend about things since we were so open with each other. I told him that I thought it would be a better idea if we limited the baby’s visits to once each month or something like that, and that I would leave while he was there. He became so enraged and started attacking me, saying that I was selfish and insensitive. He said that his son had come before me and that he always would. I couldn’t believe he would say that to someone he was supposed to love so deeply. It was like he didn’t even care about my feelings, just about his other situation. He continued to say all sorts of things about me and then said that he wanted to call it quits, because he would never be with someone who even thought about keeping his son away from him. He said that he would rather be single than to not see his son every week. I was just so mad, so I told him that he was throwing our relationship away and really needed to think about what he was doing. He shot back by saying that there was no thinking when it came to his child and that he wanted me gone. I hope him and his baby, and their happy little messed up family are happy together!27 Comments
Joel was a sweet guy and the love of my life. We had met at a food festival with some friends and had been close ever since. We had an amazing relationship and I could see myself being married to him. Joel was from the southern end of the state and had recently moved a few hours north. Only he and a cousin were here, so my family always made an effort to include him in everything we did. He was like family to them.
One day, Joel sits down with me and starts telling me about how his family is having a little financial trouble and are considering relocating up our way for better opportunities. By “thinking about relocating” he must have meant that they had already packed and were on their way because that weekend his dad, mother, sisters and his sister’s baby were all crammed into our 2 bedroom apartment. I felt like he had known about this for a lot longer than he led on and had agreed to let them stay with us without so much as mentioning it to me. Now what was once my space that I loved, the place that I would come home to and release all of the day’s stresses was full of his family and lots of tension. His dad wasn’t a fan of mine because he felt that I had been the reason his son had decided to stay up north (even though he had already made that decision before we met). He thought that I was trying to take his son away from his family. He made it obvious that he didn’t want me around. He would do really immature things, like asking the family to go out and calling each of them by name but purposefully skipping over me, even if I was sitting in the same room. He made dinners that he served before I got off. Whenever Joel and I wanted to spend time together he would start whining about needing to spend time with Joel or there would be some urgent matter that he needed Joel’s help with. My family made so many efforts to get to know Joel’s parents, but they just weren’t interested. My mother’s 50th birthday was coming up and my father was throwing a huge party. I told Joel to invite his family, but he said they probably wouldn’t have the time. The day of the party, Joel was very moody and kept snapping at me. About an hour before we were set to leave, Joel hops in bed in his underwear. I told him that he should start getting ready and he just exploded. He screamed that he wasn’t going, he was tired of being pushed around by me and my family, and that he should be focused on his family and not me. He dumped me right there in his underwear. I couldn’t believe it, but then when I heard his father say “See, I told you you would feel better.” I was pissed, but I refused to stoop to his level and if Joel was weak enough to let his dad force him into dumping me, then I wanted nothing to do with him either.41 Comments
It all started about 7 years ago, I had been married to Jason for 2 years and we had a newborn son. My middle sister moved in to go to the polytech in our city and help out with the baby.
My marriage wasn’t going too well, my husband had mental issues and I couldn’t help him with them, it was getting really bad and I had the baby to look after. I kicked Jason out after one night of him screaming and ranting and he left for two weeks to live with his mother.
One night sitting in the lounge I heard someone outside the house. It was 1 am and there were trying to get in. I was terrified and called the police. They said they were on their way. I looked out the window and it was Jason! I opened the window to ask him what he wanted and he tried to pull me out by my throat. He had never been violent before, but could be intimidating. The police arrived but refused to take him away as his name was on the lease too. Me, my son and my sister Zoe left for the Woman’s Refuge, and Jason stayed.
The next day we went back to the house as Jason was institutionalised. The whole house was completely trashed, every window was shards on the floor, all of our possessions smashed, fridge upside down. My baby was vomiting every 20 mins. I later learnt that this is what happens when baby gets anxious.
Anyway, after two weeks or so of Jason showing up and being threatening (and knowing the police wouldn’t remove him), I decided to leave and move a few hours away to the town where my Father lives as he had a property for us. My baby and Zoe and I left one day with what we could fit in the car. After about a year and a house move, it was coming up to Christmas when I got a text from Jason saying he had been sleeping with Zoe. My husband and sister had been sleeping together in my house ever since she moved in to go to polytech and help out. I confronted Zoe but she lied and said it wasn’t true. I knew it was, Zoe had always been a sneak and jealous. I took my son on a holiday back to our city while I thought of what to do.
While I was gone Zoe moved a bunch of nazi skinheads into our home and had them threaten me not to come back and get my belongings. I went to the police here, and rung the police down there but no-one would help us. We were living back in the refuge. Zoe, Jason and the skinheads were texting me night and day. Very abusive. They killed my cat and she gave away/sold/threw out everything me and my son owned. I found it impossible to get help. The Refuge did everything it could. Zoe continued harassing and stalking me for four years. She was very clever at it, always getting my number if I changed it or my new address if I moved. I had a nervous breakdown.She knew all my details, so she would do things like ring the power company and get my power switched off, or tell a gang girl that I had slept with her ‘man’ so I would end up with girls on my doorstep screaming that they would kill me, she would ring child protection and try and have my son taken off me. It happened so often that they said they would have her charged for wasting their time. Zoe didn’t care, she just started ringing anon.
It was constant and unending terror. I didn’t know what would happen next or when. I was constantly scared. I began to think that to make it stop one of us would have to die, I saw no other way, it had been years and I had called the police many times but she was very clever at not looking guilty and they didn’t know what to do.
I decided to put a stop to it once and for all. I gathered evidence of everything, I got people who had witnessed anything to write me letters stating it, I made sure that if anything new happened I had witnesses and then I made an apt with a lawyer. I eventually got a protection order and if Zoe breaks it she will go to prison. The judge was incredulous that it had gone on for so long and we had not been helped. Zoe still tries every now and then to stalk me but she is scared of prison. I have heard that she has done this to other people since then. I am relieved to be free. It’s taken a long time to get over the stress and breakdown from all of this.
I guess I wasn’t dumped, and I’m sorry that my story doesn’t really fit here. I do feel like I was dumped on.Thanks for reading, it helps to tell what happened.
I met a girl I will refer to as Psycho back in 2010 at my first job. She was extremely cute and intelligent and very pleasing to talk to. After talking in the break room of the office a few times we started having lunch together at each other’s cubicles and going to coffee each day. We only started dating a month into our daily chats with me inviting her out to a movie. It was on our first date I found out why managers didn’t bother her routinely like they did the rest of us as she turned out to be one of the co-owner’s daughters. I hadn’t met him yet as he was in recovery from cancer treatment and not at the office. It didn’t bother me and the idea of a conflict of interest hadn’t entered my mind.
She just finished at Brown before starting a week before me and we loved going to old buildings in the run down parts of the city and admiring the architecture on the weekends. I came to find out I was her first real relationship beyond a few dates. I was surprised, but being sheltered by her family from watching TV and listening to regular music until she was a teenager and having a deep interest in architecture and antiques wasn’t interesting to most guys. She wasn’t even allowed to date during college or her father and mother would cut her tuition.
We moved slow which was fine for me as I enjoyed hanging out with her. As my workload increased and biking season approached I wasn’t able to give her the time she wanted – which was all of my time. I would be working during the day and training on my bike in the evening to get in shape for the summer races in the afternoon. She began to complain I wasn’t spending enough time and I initially thought a good compromise was to set up days of the week where the entire evening was her’s. It started as three week nights and one full weekend day and evolved into her pushing me to give her four days a week. I liked her and she became really emotional and if I didn’t concede would begin to cry about how I didn’t want to spend time with her and she was lonely.
She was getting annoyed there was a female with the five of us biking in the evenings. Psycho would look over my friends on Facebook and ask me who every female was. I smiled at a pretty waitress when we were out for coffee and she got upset asking me why I was smiling so much when talking to her.
All of a sudden things got weirder three months into dating her. One day out of the blue I come home from biking and find her at my door with three large suitcases. Her face was puffy from crying and she explained she never told her family about me and her mother and father told her she wasn’t allowed to date anyone affiliated with his company. More or less she decided to storm out and said she didn’t need to live under their rules and was moving in with me!
I really, really should have just let her couch surf a few days and made it clear upfront this wasn’t cool. She DECIDED she was moving in without even speaking to me. I cared about her and she was crying and I was stupid and said okay.
She stays with me, but reconciled with her father a couple weeks later. He did push the managers to transfer her to another department which we understood. Replacing her was another new female I will call Ginger. Ginger was funny and a cool chick that played exclusively for the other team. It was no secret in the office she was a lesbian. Her and I would work on projects together and since Psycho was out at business lunches most days with one of the owners I would eat lunch with Ginger.
When Psycho saw us having lunch one day she came up and rudely interrupted and told her, “Excuse me, but I am *****’s girlfriend. He isn’t available.” She grabbed my arm and tugged it to have me storm out with her, but I just grimaced and asked her what her problem was. Psycho left the office hysterical immediately blowing up my phone with texts saying she was moving out and I was a pig.
I assured her we were just friendly co-workers and Ginger wasn’t interested in men nor me in her. Ginger explained it to her. Co-workers explained it to her. After a day of not talking to me she calmed down and pretended all was normal.
That same day Ginger was told by the team leader they were transferring her to another department. She had no clue why and neither did I. I found out a month later Psycho asked her father.
That month things began to get extremely weird. I was disturbed by the random office incident and the excessive texting and calling when I was working or biking. One evening I am back from work later than expected (90 minutes late) because a co-worker’s car wouldn’t start and needed a ride. My Android drains insanely fast and had died that afternoon. I even TOLD HER OVER text it died. I come home after and the next day when taking my bike off the rack my tires were slashed. It is an expensive bike I keep locked up in my storage locker and the tires are slashed… Only Psycho and I have the keys.
She denied it for two days straight. I repair the tires and told her she needed to begin finding other living arrangements as we needed a break. It led to a meltdown where she stormed home and her mother calls me screaming that I can’t kick her daughter out. I explain the bike situation, the blow up at the office, and the excessive contact and tell her I am worried. Her mother tells me in her exact words, “I don’t care. BE A MAN ABOUT IT.”
At 2am the texts begin and the e-mails begging for us to try again and saying how sorry she was. She pulled the suicide card and I call her mother who threatens to send her to the suicide ward. I only replied twice saying I was sorry it had to end this way, she was a good person, and she was welcome to come get her things at her convenience.
Like a trusting idiot I didn’t change the locks and schedule a time for her to come by and get her things. Oh no, I told her to go in with her key and get her things as she wished.
Three days later I come home from work to find my place TRASHED. My furniture slashed, tables upside down, and graffiti on the walls reading ‘Asshole’. The worst was my pet rabbit was gone. I was allergic to cats and dogs growing up so I always kept a house rabbit. My litter trained rabbit Bro Bunny was gone. I babied that rabbit and had him since I began college. I call her hysterically and the moment she picked up she went, “So you want to talk to me now, eh?” I wanted to know where my rabbit was. It was all I cared about. F*ck the trashed apartment as most of it was free Ikea furniture. She told me to go f*ck myself and wouldn’t answer. I made it clear my next call was the police to report what she did. She hangs up and five minutes later as I was awaiting an officer I was transferred to to pick up, her father calls. I flip over to tell me to call back as I was on the other line with the local police.
He tells me if I make a report on his daughter he will have me fired and make sure no firm in the city takes me. I tell him what she did and he tells me flat out that I can replace some cheap furniture, clean up the mess, and ‘be a man’ like his wife told me. I made it clear I just wanted my pet rabbit back and he paused and then told me his daughter was attached to it and offered to pay for the rabbit.
Now Psycho was nice to Bro-Bunny, but hardly cared about him. I was terrified for the worst. He told me he’d get the rabbit back and to not file a report or else. I complied because I just wanted the rabbit back.
The next day I get called to her father’s office. At my level you never talk to one of the owners. Even if you are hired, Human Resources does it. So I sit and wait to be called in by his secretary and Psycho leaves the office right before I go in with a big grin on her face.
I sit down, he offers me some water, and then reminds me that I was Psycho’s first boyfriend and that she is emotional like her mother. He told me he was writing me an excellent letter of recommendation and that I needed to find employment elsewhere. Her father did give me a few numbers of colleagues and said I was guaranteed a job with one of them. The underlying condition was I leave and not press any charges. I asked him about the rabbit and he sighed and told me he didn’t know. After dismissing me security was awaiting me outside and escorted me to my desk to get my things.
I get to my car and find a shoe box beside my car door. On the door was keyed ‘f*ck you’ and inside the box was my dead rabbit. I hadn’t cried since my sister’s funeral two years before and I bawled right there in the parking lot.
I decided that I valued my career, but not to the extent I could allow her to hurt my pet. He didn’t do anything wrong except be my pet. I called the police and they came right to the scene. I filed a full report and when they interviewed her at work she admitted what she did before her father could tell her to shut her mouth.
I was afraid of reprisal, but none ever came. I know she was charged with animal cruelty, multiple counts of vandalism. I was annoyed that she just paid a fine for killing my rabbit, but she damaged enough property for it to be a felony which I know will follow her.
A year later I had a new girlfriend, a new pair of rabbits, a new apartment, and a new job. Who makes a new Facebook account to circumvent their block? Psycho does. She writes about how I was the best thing in her left, how she was sorry, and asked if I wanted to sit down for coffee and talk about giving it another shot. She even messaged my new girlfriend asking her what our relationship was. We ignore her and after sporadic messages that got angrier and more bitter for two months she suddenly stopped.
After giving crazy a break for a year and a half I suddenly get a Valentine’s Day basket delivered to me with a live baby bunny and a long depressing letter. I was single at the time as my next girlfriend had moved and did not reply, but took the bunny. I didn’t need another, but if I didn’t take him would she kill him too? She had my address which worried me.
Two months ago in January she found my new apartment and showed up at my door on a Saturday morning asking to go for a walk. I told her I didn’t want to communicate with her any longer and left her standing at the door. It took me a couple hours, but I found her father’s number and called him to tell she was doing this again. He confided that there was another guy right now she was doing the same thing to and to just not reply. He made it clear she needed professional help, but couldn’t compel her to go.76 Comments
I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this on here. Maybe I consider myself trying to give a heads up, in case anyone runs into this b!tch. I have no qualms whatsoever about posting her real name because it would behoove every guy out there who has the misfortune to encounter her to remember these words.
I met Bethany P***** on Facebook while serving my country in Iraq. And while I’m significantly older than she is, her in her mid twenties and I in my mid forties, we grew together rather quickly. And I being the fool that I clearly was, believed her when she said she loved me and only me.
During the leave, I introduced this girl to my family. My parents, my brother and all my nephews and she ingratiated herself into every one of their lives. I spent my savings on an engagement ring for this girl with intentions of marrying her upon my next return. Little did I know what I would find out when I returned.
Not only did I discover that she had accounts on “dating” sites, but I also found out that she slept with my father (who is 70!). She also had sex with my brother and all three nephews of mine, the youngest of which was fourteen.
And at this point, I’m sure that you’re thinking that it couldn’t get any worse. But I’ll give you one guess as to what showed up in my mailbox. And before we open this envelope people, understand that I am not a racist. Some of my best friends are black. But it was just a little more than I could swallow. Seeing her in living color in photo, after photo, after photo performing oral sex on various black guys. Oops, I’m sorry. Men of African descent. And if you think I’m just making this up, you can contact me and I would be more than happy to share with you the photographs that led to the breakup of our relationship.
Heed my warning, guys. Avoid Bethany ***** P**** at all costs.275 Comments