The best way to sum up my relationship with this girl named Ashley would be to simply call it a living nightmare. Nearly everything you could think that could go wrong in a relationship did in the short 4 months we were together. She was arrested for fighting at a club, asked to borrow $2,000 for legal stuff to which I obliged. Then she started acting like we were married. She would scream at me for not wanting to spend the night with her, she would start fights if I wanted to go anywhere with my friends, and if I had family parties to go to she would demand that I bring her because she thought that she should be integrated into my family. The relationship was just too much, like watching a long slow train wreck. I wasn’t having any fun anymore and I could barely stand her let alone want to be in any kind of relationship. The final straw came when some of my family came to visit from the Philipines. A few of my cousins had only been back there for a few years, going to school and helpin with family. We were having this huge party for my cousin Maribela because she had ust graduated from nursing school.The day of the party happened to fall on the day of our 4 month anniversary. I explained to her how important the party was, and promised to do something with her earlier that morning or the next day. she starts going off and says that she shouldn’t have to miss her anniversary for some bitch. That was it. 4 months isn’t even a real anniversary, and to call my cousin (whom she had never met) a bitch just because her party interferred with our “anniversary.” I told her not to even worry about it. We were finished. She started going into one of her rages and actually tried to slap me. I got in my car and drove off before things could escalate any further. She called me about 100 times before I even left for the party, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of causing anymore drama.12,423 Comments
It is because of some lying scheming female named Allison that I barely get to see my brother anymore. It’s like once or twice a year if I’m lucky. It all started a year ago when my brother Benji started sophomore year and I started my freshmen year of high school. This girl named Allison transferred in to our school from out of the district so no one really knew much about her. She and my brother started hanging out a lot and then they decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Allison was always babysitting her little one-year-old brother Jose, like every day! She would bring him with her when she came to our house or Benji would have to go over there because Jose was napping so she couldn’t leave. Everything seemed okay for a while, then my brother started getting weird phone calls on his cell. It was some guy who was just yelling and cursing and threatening to kick Benji’s ass. My parents had his number changed but the calls started up again a few days later. At that point, we were almost certain that it was someone he knew or a fried playing a joke, but it was so much worse.
One night Allison shows up at our house, crying and asking to speak to Benji. She told him that they needed to talk, and it was during this talk that Allison told him that the guy calling him everyday was Antonio, her ex-boyfriend. Then she dropped the bombshell: Jose was not her little brother, he was her son! Apparently, she had gotten pregnant at like 13, so her mom moved her to another city and acted as though the baby was her’s so Allison could have a normal high school experience. Antonio had stayed behind in Bay Ridge, about 2 hours north. He had gone to juvi for robbery and assault for 2 years. Now that he was getting out, he wanted to get back into Allison and Jose’s lives. She said that she had full custody of the baby and wanted nothing to do with Antonio. We thought everything would be okay. Then one day a group of guys jumped my brother after basketball practice. One of the guys kicked my brother in the face and told him he better leave his girl Allison alone or it would get worse. Benji’s jaw was dislocated, he had a cracked rib, and was in tons of pain. He stayed in the hospital for two weeks and Allison kept coming by and crying, and trying to involve herself in family discussions. Benji’s friend came by one day to tell him that Allison and Antonio had never broken up, and she had been talking to him and visiting him in jail the whole time she was with Benji. She just thought she wouldn’t get caught and could keep her lies straight. But this world is too small and Antonio’s cousin ended up being best friend’s with one of Benji’s good friends, and that’s how everything was found out and Benji got hurt.
My mom was so worried about Benji that she decided to send him to live with our grandparents in Hawaii! I was numb when they told me. We only visited them once a year, and they would fly out every now and then, so now I’d only be seeing my brother a few times a year?! I said that I wanted to go too, but my mom said that I was doing well in school and two teenagers would be too much for our grandparents, so I had to stay behind. I have never cried so hard than I did the day Benji left. To make things a million times worse, I saw Allison and Antonio hugged up and making out in the mall the next weekend. Guess she wasn’t too broken up over Benji moving away when she had her baby daddy back! I hate her, she took my brother from me all because she thought she was slick enough to slut around and not get caught.2,633 Comments
My story happened a few years back when I was 24 years old, and really out on my own for the first time. I had been at my job for a little over a year, money was good and I had recently bought a town home and my first nice car. I had worked hard and I was proud of my stuff. I had splurged a little on the car, but it had been my dream since I was younger and I could afford the monthly note without overextending myself. I dated a girl named Shana who was 21 and had some pretty unrealistic expectations of life. She had graduated college the year before we met and had been working off and on ever since. When we first started dating, she thought that because we had gone on two dates that it meant we had decided to be exclusive. I wasn’t sure where I wanted things to go with Shana, but somehow by default she became my girlfriend the day after our second date. I figured I’d just give it a go and see how things went. Things started off way too fast, which should have been confirmation enough that it wasn’t going to work between us. She spent the night one night after we had been together for about a week. No big deal, until she started to expect that she should stay the night every time we went out. We’d go to a movie or to dinner or something, and she just wouldn’t leave after. I tried being subtle and hinting that I wanted to be alone, but in her head being my girlfriend meant she always slept over. She did have some nice qualities about her, but she was way too clingy and living in a fairytale world. It was like she had never really dated, so all of her expectations of an adult relationship were based on what she saw in romance movies and teen dramas. I finally told her one night that she needed to go back to her place, that I wasn’t ready to be shacking up yet. She went off about me being a cheater and how I probably had the other girl on the way over, which is why I wanted her gone so badly. We ended up going back and forth about the matter for so long that I eventually fell asleep on the couch, which she took to mean that I had changed my mind and she was welcomed to stay. I was annoyed when I woke up at 4 AM to find her snuggled up in my bed, wearing my shirt, but I was too much of a gentleman to kick her out in the middle of the night like that, so I just got in on the other side of the bed and went back to sleep. I wanted out around the three week mark, when she started talking about us saving money together by moving in with each other! I wasn’t interested in pooling any of my money with hers and I definitely didn’t even want to think about us living together. Once she brought it up, she refused to drop it and it became the topic of almost every discussion even though I had said no at the beginning. Since I didn’t want her to misunderstand anything I was saying, I decided that the best way to break things off would be over the phone. That way, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting her to leave my house afterward or pulling some crazy movie stunt out in public. I called her and told her that I thought we would be better off going our separate ways, I said that she was a great girl and the right guy would be lucky to have her, but that I felt we both just wanted different things right now. She skipped so many levels of crazy and went straight for insane! She started yelling and crying about being used, accused me of cheating, then started saying how I was immature and didn’t have my life together. I let her get it out, and told her that I was okay with whatever she thought of me, apologized again that things didn’t work out and said goodbye. No sooner than I could hang up, I start getting all sorts of texts from her about how I never cared and how cruel and cold I was being for breaking up with her and not even crying. I ignored the messages and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to 20 text messages that all read, “you used me and SHATTERED my DREAMS! Don’t lead people on and learn how to care for other people.” I dismissed the messages and got ready for my day. I grabbed my stuff and went outside to my car. That’s when I discovered that all of my windows had been busted, including the windshield and rear window. There was glass everywhere and huge dents in my doors. I couldn’t believe it, but seeing how my car was the only one vandalized, I knew just who it was. I called the cops but with no solid proof that it was Shana, they couldn’t do anything. The repairs cost me thousands of dollars and I hated losing a chunk of my savings to go toward fixing my dream car because of a nightmare of a girl.1,284 Comments
I dated Cassie for nearly a year before she and I decided to get serious and move in together. Cassie had a 6 year old daughter named Selena and she and I got along really well, which made the adjustments after I moved in go really smooth. Cassie had moved with her daughter from Texas to Southern California after her divorce, and Selena would fly back every summer to stay with her dad for 3 months. I moved in about a month before Christmas, so I got more than I could stand of the real Cassie and she was a nightmare. I quickly learned that Cassie didn’t have a mind of her own, and would follow right along with whatever friend she called her BFF for the moment. If her friend dyed her hair, Cassie would suddenly become obsessed with needing to make a change and would “coincidentally” end up with a hair color that looked just like her friend’s. There was one instance in which Cassie bought the most horrendous pair of shoes ever. They cost her $200 and weren’t even available in her size, so she purchased them a full size and a half too big all because her friend had a pair and Cassie thought she would look good in them too. I told her that it was ridiculous for her to be flopping around in shoes like that just because her friend had them. Cassie put up the biggest fight I have ever seen and insisted that the shoes were perfect. As luck would have it, she ended up tripping and spraining her ankle, but she blamed that on some girl she swore tripped her out of jealousy. That girl was no where near Cassie by the way.
The biggest issue I had wasn’t with Cassie being a follower, but the amount of pressure she put on her daughter and later tried on me to be just like her friend’s kids and husbands and to do everything that they did. I had this monthly tradition of getting together with a few friends of mine and playing some flag football. Her friend Erica’s husband was a runner and would go on 10+ mile runs on the weekends, so guess what Cassie thought would be good for me to get into? Yup, she said that the monthly game with my friends was just a waste of time and I should want to act like a real grown man and go running with Erica’s husband every weekend. When I refused, she called me immature and lazy, etc. I could endure her trying to make me be like everyone else, but it was the way she was teaching her daughter to be that I truly hated and felt absolutely helpless because it wasn’t really my place to step in so soon and intervene in her parenting. That poor girl had to do every activity her friend’s kids did, whether she liked it or not. Cassie taught Selena to basically follow along with her peers, if they liked it she did too. It was like Selena’s life was all about keeping up. The blow out between us happened when the summer was approaching. Cassie found out that two of her friends had enrolled their daughters in a summer dance intensive, which would get them promoted two full levels above the one they were at now. Since Selena would be in Texas with her dad all summer, she would have to miss the dance training, meaning she would still be in the lower level once the regular year resumed. Cassie went into panic mode and starts going off about how they didn’t even tell her, and if they had that she would have been able to get Selena registered in time enough. I reminded her that Selena wouldn’t even be here, but she just ignored me and starts calling the directors of the dance school to get Selena in. She somehow managed to get her on a wait list, then she just up and cancels Selena’s trip to her dad. Selena is bawling, saying that she wants to see her dad and her other family, and all Cassie is focused on is calling her friends to tell them the good news that Selena will most likely get a spot in the dance class. Selena’s dad was pissed when Cassie finally called to tell him the visit was cancelled. He said that he was flying out to bring Selena back to Texas because it was part of their custody agreement that she would spend those 3 months with her dad. Cassie tries to pull me into the fight with this guy but I had had enough. I told her that she was acting like a desperate and obsessive psycho, forcing her daughter to skip her trip and miss out on seeing her family, just so she could take dance classes with her friends. We start going back and forth and arguing, and then she took crazy to a whole new level, saying that I was trying to sabotage her daughter and ruin her friendships. She started talking trash about the young girls in my family and how they were untalented and not really popular, and how Selena had tons of friends and was always being invited to stuff, and how amazingly talented she was for her age. I just stopped at that point because I couldn’t believe I was fighting over 6 year old’s popularity. She threatened to dump me unless I supported her on getting Selena to stay for the summer so she didn’t get left behind by her dance buddies, but I wanted no part of it. From what I knew of him, Selena’s dad was a great guy who counted the days until he could see his little girl. He didn’t have the option of relocating from Texas, so short visits throughout the year and the summer were all the time he got to spend with her. I wasn’t going to go along with Cassie’s plans to take that from him just because she was desperate to keep up.
I moved out a week later because things were just escalating and she was becoming obsessed over her daughter being just like her friends, even forcing herself onto a girl she barely knew because 3 of Selena’s friends were invited to her daughter’s sleepover. When she failed to get the invitation, she begged one of her friends to take Selena to the party, uninvited. That girl could have cared less about going, but Cassie went all out and bought her brand new PJs and a sleeping bag that was just like another friend of hers. The day before I left, Selena’s dad called to say that he was in town to pick his daughter up and take her back home with him. He even said that there was no need to pack a bunch of stuff because he took her on a huge shopping trip every year in Texas. Cassie goes into a panic and starts threatening to take him to court for full custody, and saying anything else she thought would scare him into letting Selena stay. He knew his rights and even requested that the police visit to make Selena’s departure as smooth as possible. Cassie’s performance the day Selena left was enough for me. I got out of there as fast as I could. We officially broke things off the next day. I was sad that I never got to say a proper goodbye to Selena, and felt bad that she had to grow up with that kind of pressure on her.
Cassie got just what was coming to her within a few months. I heard through a mutual friend of ours that Selena came back from Texas, having spent the entire summer playing softball with her cousins. She also found out that her step-mom was expecting a new baby. When she got back to her mom’s she quit dancing altogether, even with her mom constantly reminding her that her “best friends” all took dance. She must have gotten fed up with the pressure because she started acting out and begging to move back to Texas with her dad. I hope she got to go, so that she has the chance to be her own person.792 Comments
So I met my girlfriend 6 months ago. I thought she was the love of my life. we were so happy together. I went out a week ago to buy her an engagement ring. I had to hide the ring from her so I left it at work. This way she would have no idea and wouldn’t be able to find it. I had told my parents about the engagement and to have them call the whole family to set up an engagement surprise party for her. I work with my best friend who is also my manger at a retail store. He has met my girlfriend several times. They always seemed to be flirting with each other but I thought it was just harmless. On my day off I go into work to grab the ring for tonight. I told her to take a spa day gave her $200 and to meet me at my parent’s restaurant around 7 in your best attire. I pull into my work and see her car there. It was suspicious because she knew I was off today. I go inside looking for my manager Jerry. I asked one of the associates where he was, she said he was in his office with a customer. I started to walk back there and I start hearing loud screams coming from behind closed doors. I knock on the door but the screams kept getting louder. It was unlocked so I opened it. WHAT THE F*** DO I SEE…. MY F***ING BEST FRIEND/MANAGER NAILING MY FUTURE FIANCE IN HIS OFFICE. the whore quickly jumps and before I could say one word she runs out the door. Look at Jerry for a quick second then I swing on his ass. He knew I was going to propose that night. and I’m not even quite sure how long this has been going on behind my back. Needless to say I had to show up to my parents house full of all my family and friends not to mention her parents were there as well. Not knowing how to describe what happened to my parents or letting her parents know how much of a WHORE she is in front of everybody, I quietly pulled them aside, salvaged what dignity I have left and told them about her. They were all in complete shock I told them to just continue on with the party and I will reimburse them for everything. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed about this whole thing. It’s been 3 years now and as far as I know Jerry and my ex are still together and have 5 kids living on minimum wage. I now currently have a gorgeous wife and 1 beautiful son. I am much better off without that whore in my life …..1,865 Comments
In college I dated this girl named Maryanne. She was a sweet girl but sort of an angry drunk. There were so many times when we would be out at the bars or parties and I would have to stop her from arguing or even trying to fight some other girl. Once things got settled, she would cry, go to sleep, then wake up the next morning and not remember any of it. Toward the end of the semester, my friend Trenton decided to throw a party at his rental house. It was going to be pretty big, but we had plans in place to keep things under control. Maryanne came by to help us get set up, and was 3 shots in before we even set up the beer pong table. The party started and things were going well. We had to ask a few people to leave, but other than that things were chill. After a few hours, Maryanne was completely wasted. She threw up in the bushes, then on the lawn. I tried cutting her off and I would even take the drinks out of her hand when I saw her with one, but she just kept drinking. I was talking with an old friend of mine named Lacey, when I hear a drunk screech and Maryanne yelling “what the f*ck?! Back the f*ck up b!tch!” She grabbed Lacey’s elbow and tried yanking her away from me but she just ended up stumbling. Then she started throwing punches at the both of us. Yelling about us cheating together and how she was going to kill the both of us. At some point, a few other people got involved and things got out of control. The music stopped, the lights went on and two friends of mine picked up Maryanne and told her she had to go. They apologized to me but it didn’t matter; I was done with that girl and she was no longer my problem. I asked her friends to get her home and to make sure she understood that we were finished. I was embarrassed to even be associated with her. She called me repeatedly the next morning, crying that she had no recollection of the night before and promised to make it up to me. I’d much rather be single in college than deal with that train wreck.1,555 Comments