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.58 Comments
I was 19 when I met Justin.I worked in a local hardware store and went to the Walmart next door for lunch. I had just broken up with a previous boyfriend literally the day before, so my eyes were puffy and I didn’t wear any make-up.
I was standing in line in the McDonalds (located in Walmart) when I looked over and saw a sun tanned, blue eyed, cutie smiling at me. We both said hello and ended up eating our lunches together sharing pleasantries. We exchanged numbers and the next thing I know, I’m at the movie theatre the next night on our first date. He kept trying to fondle me and lay on me. I realized how clingy he was and it was actually starting to annoy me.
All in all, let’s just say that he told me he loved me after a week (RED FLAG!!!) And when I went over to his place, I found prescription bottles on his nightstand with his birthdate-which he lied about (told me he was 26 when he was more like 32), and the fact that they were for mental issues-needless to say I freaked and tried to drop hints that I had no desire to be involved with his drama, without setting him off.
When he didn’t catch those hints, I told him we needed to sit down and talk. By now I have received 4 dozen roses in three weeks, he’s telling me he loves me, and is acting really clingy and possessive, and overall weird. We sit down and I begin the process of explaining my hesitations when his phone goes off on the table between us, it’s another woman asking where he is.
I simply let him answer, I got up, and left. All that night he called and texted, to the point where my phone couldn’t hold the capacity of messages. He said I used him for sex-which never happened- and that he wanted his roses back (all of them.)
I ignored all of this and went into work the next day. My manager comes running up to me, telling me there’s a guy looking for me and he’s saying he’s gonna hurt me. So they lock me in the break room with a big guy from building materials until Justin leaves. I called my dad who was in the area and explained to him what was going on. He said that he would take care of it.
The next day my dad and I pull into the Walmart parking lot and see Justin hanging out with a buddy on his car with the windows rolled down. Dad blocks Justin’s car in with our one ton van, he grabs the dead and dying roses from my lap, and stalks over to the little car. My dad forces his torso through the open window, smacking Justin with the roses and says “Here’s your flowers back a**hole, now leave my daughter alone! I know where you work, I know your car, and I know where you live! If you threaten her again, I’ll kill you!”
Mind you my dad is 6’2 and close to 300 lbs. He’s a big guy and one not to trifle with. Justin started crying and whining that he got hit in the face with flowers. Needless to say, I haven’t heard from Justin since, and dad still loves to tell the story of how he rescued me from a “loony”. So Justin got dumped by dad, and dad and I got a story out of it.56 Comments
I’m going to try to keep this short. This isn’t so much about my relationship than the actual breakup. It was one of the worst experiences of my life. Here it goes…..
I was a sophomore in college and had been dating this girl named Emily for around 9 months. She was a great girlfriend and we had fun together, but there was just something between us that wasn’t clicking. I had really been trying to make things work, but things just didn’t seem to be working out. We had started to argue over the dumbest things and just couldn’t enjoy each other like we did before. One Sunday night, I decided to just balls up and break things off with her. I just felt like staying together would just be dragging the process out because it was inevitable that we were going to fail as a couple. I called her and asked her to meet me in the lounge of our dorms. She came and I didn’t waste any time. I told her that she was great and that it wasn’t either of us that was the problem, it was just that “us” wasn’t working. I was upset to be losing her, but I knew it was the right thing. I expected that she would be upset but I never expected her to go crazy! She immediately started shrieking, like she was being hurt physically. Then she started crying and screaming “WHY? How CAN YOU JUST BE WITH SOMEONE ONE DAY THEN JUST ABANDON THEM?! NO! YOU’RE NOT DOING THIS TO ME!” She started pulling all over my clothes and throwing herself on me. Then, out of nowhere, she just slapped me! I hadn’t said anything rude to her, and I had tried to do it in person and as respectful as I could. You would have thought she had caught me in bed with someone else with the way she was acting. Students started coming out of there rooms, and the next thing I know, the RA and security are standing around us and the police were called. They cleared the students out and separated us. When they questioned Emily, she told them that I had sexually assaulted her, then dumped her when she refused my advances. She said that she had acted out because I had said incredibly cruel things to her. I told my side of the story but still somehow ended up in a disciplinary hearing to see if I’d be allowed to stay anywhere on campus ever again. Luckily for me, they had the security camera footage and the video that a student had taken, and it proved that I had never done any of the things I had been accused of. It really pissed Emily off that she didn’t get her revenge on me so she started acting psycho. She was coming into my lectures and just standing at the door staring at me, or she would sit near me and send me text after text. I tried to ignore it, but she got more aggressive and started trying to pick fights with me or do crazy stuff to get my attention. I finally had enough and I reported it to the school. She ended up being expelled. All of this for a college relationship that didn’t even last a year. I’m backing off of serious relationships until after I graduate!187 Comments
So, my story isn’t so much about a breakup as it is the fallout that occurred after. I met my ex-girlfriend, Jessa, a year ago and we dated for 6 months. Our relationship was okay, but she was moving way too fast for me. I had tried talking to her about it a number of times, but it never seemed to sink in. It was almost as though she would come on stronger after I talked to her. I called it quits after she went absolutely nuts on New Year’s Eve because I went on a ski trip that I had been planning all year with friends. She felt as though I should be spending New Year’s with her. When I refused, she went off and started screaming, crying and accusing me of cheating and a bunch of other stuff. I went on the trip and before we could reach the mountains (3 hours away) she had called me 87 times! I asked her not to call me like that, so what did she do? She shows up! Yup, she called me the next morning claiming that one of her friends had conveniently called her the night before and asked her on a last minute ski trip to the same resort we were going to! I said that it was great she was there and wished her a fun trip. I suggested that we get together for dinner later. Nope, that wasn’t good enough. She expected me to move my stuff to her room and to ditch my friends to spend time with her instead. I refused and she went off again and even had the nerve to kick the side of my friend’s truck because she thought he had something to do with me not wanting to spend my entire trip with her. I had had enough, so I told her we were finished. She promised me that I would regret it, but I just laughed her off and walked away. I was done.
Later that night, there is a knock on my room door.I open the door to find a resort representative, two security guards, and 2 police officers. I’m like, “umm, can I help you?” They tell me that they are there for me. Next thing I know, I’m in cuffs in a holding cell. She had called the cops accusing me of trying to dump her, rape her, then hitting her when she tried to fight me off. They showed me pictures of her bruised arms and face. I knew what she had done. She had hit herself and made up a horrible story about me. She had told me a story about her cousin doing something similar a few years ago. I had no idea how I would prove it. I was released the next morning with a restraining order against me. She had been calling my friends all night talking crazy. I went to grab a bite to eat with a friend, when she texted me with “I told you you would regret it. Don’t f*ck with me. I’ve given you my all and we need each other. You don’t want to end up in jail do you? I love you. Call me back.” What an idiot. First chance I got, me and my buddies went back down to the police station to show them the message and play all of the crazy voicemails she had left. They took a report and I got a call later saying that no charges were being filed against me. I got out of there as fast as I could and called my phone company and had her blocked. I’m going to have to move now because she keeps showing up at my place or sitting outside in her car. She is crazy and I’m not taking anymore chances.666 Comments
When I was 18 I thought I had found someone I could potentially have a future with, the first few months were wonderful and sweet and we didn’t have any problems until he began blowing off our dates and lying about going out with his friends. It turned out that he was taking other girls out behind my back because “I was too busy with school and work”. I later found out that he also cheated on me with his ex while I was in the hospital caring for my dying Grandma; to him, not texting back immediately meant that I was either A) cheating on him or B) breaking up with him by giving him the silent treatment.
We weren’t together for very long so I didn’t expect him to be physically present at my Grandma’s funeral, I just needed some words of encouragement to get through the day; what I got instead was a long worded TEXT in which he called me a ” controlling selfish bitch” and that he was breaking up with me because I “couldn’t please him enough” like his ex. After that, I ignored all of his calls/messages/email and got a new number. He somehow got my new number and tried to creep me out by leaving long and silent voicemails but the idiot didn’t even bother to block his number. A year after we broke up, he tried to weasel his way back into my life after he quit his job to become a dealer and his ex left him for someone else. He started by sending me flowers and poems saying that he loved me, I told him it was never going to happen and he was not happy. He began to randomly show up on my college campus and would watch me walk to my car, he did this for weeks and I found out when when he texted me a video of me leaving class one day. I started to rearrange my walking route so that I would always be within screaming distance of an on campus officer, I was terrified and made the decision to quietly transfer schools. It’s been 3 years since then and I still feel like he’s watching me…I can’t seem to shake him off even after all this time, his mom and sister started messaging me on Facebook saying that I was the best thing that ever happened to him and that they were very sorry for what happened, I haven’t responded yet and I don’t plan to.532 Comments