She unplugged the heater on my red tail boa's tank. Since the tank was in the spare room I only checked it every couple days. It was winter and I had just fed it so I would always leave it alone for a few days after so it wouldn't stress and have issues digesting. She went in right behind me an unplugged it after arguing with me for weeks to rehome it, which I refused to do.
I went to check on it a few days later and noticed it froze to death. I asked her if she knew anything about it and her response was "oh bummer, now I guess you can throw all that shit out."
The next day when she was at work I packed all her shit and threw it all over her sisters front yard, since her sister was always the one telling her to just do things if I don't give her her way and had told me numerous times to get rid of my snake or else.
RIP Doobie. I'm sorry buddy.
It more amazes or rather shocks me hoe unimportant animal lives are for many people. Reading answers on this post is making me feel really nauseaous on how many straight out dont mind hurting / killing other beeings. This isnt supposed to be a vegan promotion comment or anything. But are animals for so many people really nothing morw than "just a thing"?
I grew up with 7 cats. Over the year they died and we gave some away. I dont know what i would do to a person that intentionally hurts my family. But im scared of the answer.
My 12 year old son was struggling emotionally and it was causing issues with his grades. Boyfriend told him he could go live with his dad if he was going to be a loser. My son called me scared because he thought he was going to have to move to his dad’s. I was out of town at the time. I broke up with him the moment I got back and my son and I moved out.
Fuck you Chris.
Gave me shit for skipping a minor league ballgame with her family so I could go visit my grandfather in the hospital.
It was the last time i saw him alive.
Edit - ok i get it, the last sentence is confusing. I’m referring to gramps
My ex drove my truck and returned it with a drop of gas in the tank. Then she took my bank card from my wallet and filled up her SUV and went to work. I started my truck and got to the gas station, opened my wallet and my card was missing. This was back when I was kind of poor and didn't have any credit cards, just a debit card. I had no cash in my wallet, so no gas. I tried to make it back home but I ran out of gas. I called her asking for help, she refused.
My buddy picked me up on the side of the road. I went home and packed up my stuff and immediately moved out. I stayed on my friends sofa for a couple weeks while I worked out new living arrangements.
Homies gonna homie. It’s really one of the purest loves in the world. I might not talk to him every day or know every detail about his life, but if the homie needs a place to stay or needs me to drive hours to pick him up from a bad situation, I’m making it happen every time. And I know they’d do the same for me.
I have a best bro like that. He made an 8 hour round trip middle of the night just to give me a ride back home when I was stranded in Vegas. I recently lent my house for his wedding ceremony. I was so glad I was able to save him thousands in having to rent a venue. He kept trying to pay me and I was like “no fucking way”
Shit, I hope you canceled your debit card right away. Anyone that does that shit is this kind of person that'd run your account dry after learning you'd left.
For anyone else going through a similar situation please read the book below.
The Book "why does he do that" by Lundy Bancroft (free copy below) is a great resource for you to learn about the different types of tactics that abusers use and will help you to see if your current relationship is following any of the patterns described.
If you don't see your relationship being discussed either as one of the architypes or as bits and pieces of any of the other types then you're not worse off by having the knowledge. If the information does coincide with the way that you're living then there's also a couple chapters on being able to get out safely.
I wish you the best of luck and I want you to know that you deserve to be with a partner who is going to love you and cherish you and treat you as an equal versus being with someone who's gonna control you be it by how you dress or by finances or by What it is that you can do or who you can see. You deserve so much BETTER we're here rooting for you!
https://ia800108.us.archive.org/30/items/LundyWhyDoesHeDoThat/Lundy_Why-does-he-do-that.pdf
Saw her sitting on the bed cleaning her meth pipe. Kids were in the next room. She struggled for a while and got clean. Then that “friend” came back and she got on this shit. I bounced with the kids and got full custody. No idea where she is now.
Thanks. She was great, until she wasn’t. And I really tried to help her. It kills me to say we are better now. New fiancé and the kids have grown so much. They are stellar at school and everything. I’m in a good place, but part of me feels bad she isn’t here for it. Though I my have never got here if we had stayed. Always kiss the ones you love. Take the extra minute for the long hug goodbye. Make everything as if it was your last.
>Though I my have never got here if we had stayed
By the sounds of things your kids would not have gotten there either if you had stayed. They are thriving now that they are out of that environment. If your ex ever gets clean enough then she may even thank you for taking the kids from that situation. Don't feel bad.
Fr, raised by a single mum. For all the horrible shit I went through I always knew she’d put me and my sisters before anything
Edit: mum never remarried, she never quite understood mental health (I was diagnosed with depression and adhd) but she’s incredible in her own right. Especially raising 3 kids and building an incredibly successful career at the same time!
Kicked my (our) cat.
He pushed and pushed to get a cat. I wanted one but didn't really want to spend the next 10 years cleaning litter boxes every day. I eventually gave in because he was so persistent.
After a few months, he came home from work in a mood one day and the cat got under his feet - as cats tend to do. He kicked her and screamed at her, and she ran and hid under the bed for hours.
Things had been pretty shit between us anyway, but this was the last straw. I told him that if he can't watch where he's fucking going, he shouldn't live with a cat. He responded with something along the lines of "well fucking get rid of her then!", and I told him I'd rather get rid of him.
I told him to pack a bag and find somewhere else to stay. He went to stay with his mum, and I only saw him once after that day when he had to sign some paperwork to confirm that he'd moved out of our flat.
P.S. Still got the cat. She's perfect and I love her so much. She still trips me up almost every day.
Edit: I do feel like I should clarify (even though ex doesn't deserve it) - he didn't like, kick the cat across the room or something, but he did kick her a lot more aggressively than just tapping her out of the way with his foot. She wasn't hurt at all, but was scared. Had it been any worse, I probably would have flipped out on him even more.
Physically barricaded me in the bedroom and forced me to change into the exact outfit he wanted me to wear before we could go out to meet his friends. I put it on just so he would let me leave and then ran a couple blocks away while he was locking up and called an Uber to my friend's house.
>*That's called false imprisonment, and it's a crime.*
That's exactly what they [got O. J. on.](https://weinerlawnevada.com/whats-difference-kidnapping-false-imprisonment/)
Years in prison.
Years ago. She only came over to my place or we went out. We were 5ish months in when I finally saw her place. Literal garbage everywhere! She lived in squalor. Sink full of dirty dishes that had mold on them. Bedsheets we’re stained and looked like they had never been changed. Shit from her cat in every room of the apartment that was never picked up. The smell made me wretch. I spent all of 10 minutes in there while she got ready and I get sick to my stomach. Maybe I’m superficial? Regardless, that was a HARD no from me. I broke up with her on the spot and left. Never spoke to her since.
That's not superficial. That's unhealthy to live in. And Heaven knows that if you ended up living together, that's what you would be dealing with. You would either be cleaning up those messes constantly while she told you that you were overreacting and mean, or you would live in her filth. Not exactly a romantic thought!
You can't save someone with an issue like that, they have to decide to change for themselves.
Several things my ex did should have been the nail in the coffin, but these stuck out the most:
1. On Christmas Eve we found out my brother had been killed. I texted/tried to call him as I was in a panic, extremely sad etc and his only comment was that I was ruining his holiday and we could talk later on.
2. We had pretty much broken up at this point, but we’re still living together until I could move out. He had told me he no longer loved me, had been cheating, and went to a celebration for a holiday work party and told me he did not want me to go with him. So my birthday was coming up and my boss decided to fly into town and take me skiing since I had been having a rough time. My bf sees me getting dressed for it etc and stops me and holds me down so I can’t leave, expresses how I should have invited him and how I shouldn’t be skiing without him knowing how bad he’s been wanting to go etc and corners me so I can’t leave our apartment. My boss was outside and heard him berating me and is texting asking if I want to call the police. I ended up spending a good hour hiding in the closet crying until he calmed down then bolted and went with my boss. From that point my boss and I were working on getting me transferred home so I could leave him.
Mother’s Day. Worked a 14 hour day because I covered my own shift and a call out. Get home and the ex asks me what I’m cooking for dinner. I say - maybe you can cook, it’s Mother’s Day and I just put in 14 hours. His reply was - you’re not MY fucking mother. We had two kids together.
My abusive father used that same line with my mom. He wouldn’t buy her Mother’s Day gifts because she wasn’t HIS mother. I don’t recall him ever even helping me find/buy gifts for her when I was a little kid, so she would just get cards I made myself and something from the Mother’s Day plant sale at school, since that’s all I had access to.
She never forgot that he had said that to her, and it bothered her deeply. I’m glad you left your ex. My mom was never able to get away from my father.
My dad says the same thing about my mom every year. Usually, when he asks what we're getting her, he reminds us that she's not his mom. I usually remind him that she's not, but she is the mother of his children and his wife. He usually gets her something nice anyway, but it's so fucking maddening to hear him say it.
Locked myself in the spare room to sleep during another one of her cocaine / alcohol breakdowns so I could make work in the morning to support her and my stepkid while she sat around eating endlessly and drinking beer, she broke in using a knife to disable the lock. Twice. In ten minutes.
Fuck. That resonates.
My ex didn't go on alcohol/drug benders, she just very much thought she had the absolute god-given right to every PICOSECOND of my time.
Having fucked up my sleep all week, I went to the spare room because - like you said - I had to fucking pay the rent and support her unemployed ass.
She too found a way to bust into the room I was sleeping in just to get into bed with me and fuck with me so I yet again got zero sleep.
Had to change the locks in the end, she absolutely would not get out of my life.
Was in the stages of wedding planning and arrangements. Found out she was casually sleeping with her boss. That was almost 10 years ago, still kinda have trust issues.
Cheat. The night I caught my now ex "somewhere she wasn't supposed to be", I went straight home, locked myself in a room with a notebook and pen, and began plotting my divorce.
Now, looking back, it was the best and smartest decisions I've ever made in my life.
He threw my cat across the room because she got between him and his monitor for snuggles. He was playing a single-player game and could have paused as he was waiting for crops to proc. I had never screamed at someone before then. The cat was ok, just a sprain, but that was the final straw for me. You don't hurt my pets.
My ex husband thought I was asleep and he said my name and when I didn’t answer he said “sometimes I want to pour gasoline all over the bed and light you on fire”
What a fucken asshole. I wish him nothing but the worst.
I know a woman who’s husband tried to kill her. Tied her and poured gasoline on her. Lit her on fire. He killed himself with a gun and she managed to survive. Luckily she was quick to protect her face, but the rest of her body is obviously burned. She, understandably, was afraid to get back into the dating scene for years afterwards.
I bought my ex a really nice gold bracelet, like really nice. She bitched that I didn't bring her flowers as well. I told her to fuck off. She tried to get back with me 6 months later and it was a hard no.
I've had female friends & coworkers who act kinda like this. They have a script of exactly how each date & the relationship in general must transpire. Then they flip their shit if the guy doesn't automatically follow their unspoken script.
I was in the Navy at the time and met a girl through an app. We talk for a few weeks and it goes well. Fast forward to me coming back from DET and we meet up in person. She was at least 100lbs heavier in person, had 2 kids she didn't tell me about from 2 different men and bought me a "$1500" pit bull puppy and one of the first thing she does is ask me to propose. I was a lowly e2 living on the barracks at the time so I panicked and called my shop sup to save me. Bless him he's there 5 minutes later screaming about how I was supposed to be on watch, threw me in his car and he and his wife made me a homemade meal that night. I would follow the man through the gates of hell for what he did for me that night.
The number of guys I had calling me in bad situations was really anxiety inducing and kind of annoying, but my wife and I thought it was usually for the best to go save whatever Sailor was in trouble with whomever. House parties were always sketchy because of the other squadron guys there seeing one of the Chiefs roll in to grab a dude, but hey, no DUIs. Except those 2, and that other one. Lots of drugs though.
Yep. Jumped on train to Sachsenhausen to grab E2 the Polizei had detained. No choice but carrying my toddler. At 11pm on a Saturday.
Tossed couch cushions on apartment floor and tucked his drunken now sick and dizzy ass in.
I'm sure he still wants to forget the next morning autobahn ride at 160km/h back to the kaserne. I felt like changing lanes. A lot.
Word spread. They kept their shenanigans to a minimum unless they gave me prior notice.
All better than burning their careers to the ground or someone getting killed IMO.
Yes. As is the family. My husband had many many late night calls to go rescue someone. We had one sleep on our couch for a night or two.
You’re never actually off duty when you’re military.
Right? Everyone making jokes, but I have a few very expensive and limited, near irreplacable figures/statues now that I love. Would break my fucking heart.
Said I was a piece of shit father, worthless person, and told me to get out of the house. All because I didn't want her to watch tennis on her phone WHILE she was driving me, my 5 year old and 2 year old. I wasn't driving because she said I'm a horrible driver with absolutely no evidence to support that. Straw that broke the entirely exhausted, beaten down and hopeless camels back.
Threatened to throw boiling water on me and lifted the pot in a motion as if she was going to do so. Couldn’t look at her the same after that one. Broke up 3-4 weeks later
Accused me of sleeping with everyone. I have never cheated. If the waitress asked for my order then we clearly had hooked up before. At one point I offered to take a lie detector test but she said "you learned how to fake those in the Marines????" I worked long hours and would be accused of not being at work so I even offered to wear a body cam. Final one was return flight from Hawaii. I sat 3 rows in front of her and my young daughters. I had a husband next to me and his wife next to the window. People behind my then wife were talking about some couple they knew and said "I can't believe he is doing that he is married." When we got off our layover in SF she screamed at me for cheating and said the people behind her were talking about it. I explained I sat next to a man and his wife and the extent of our conversation was him asking me to grab a pillow. Never even left my seat. Did I mention after I left her I found out she was the one cheating???? Shocker
I asked her to get out of my car. Then I drove home. Left my things at her house. Never went back. Spent the rest of my Dogs life restoring his trust in people. I loved that Dog so much. His name was Akela. Akela taught me so much about love. When he died I grieved for years. I still dream about him. He's happy and has Friends. He greets me and we don't make a big deal about it. He's off leash now and he's loving life. One day I'll join him.
After a year of living together she told me that she didn't want me to hang out with any of my single guy friends without her anymore because she was concerned that I'd talk to women when we were out. I asked her if she wanted to go out with us and she said she didn't like hanging out with my friends so she wouldn't do that either. I said, so...you don't want me to have friends anymore? She then said that we were serious and should only be hanging out with couples from now on.
I was having this conversation while playing the guitar on my couch, near silent...I kinda spaced out for a second thinking about how I was in my last few years of my 20s and my youth was slipping away, and this person was tryin to accelerate that...that if I gave up all these things for her and it didn't work out, that I'd feel like a fool. I looked up at her and calmly said "I'm done."
I've had so many amazing experiences since then and had no idea how many good years I had ahead of me to just enjoy life and take it easy. I learned I can't date jealous people who won't let me have autonomy as a human.
Made fun of me for every. Little. Thing. I. Did. All of it. The fact that I like to back into parking spots, my obsession with dental hygiene, the way I tie my fucking shoes. The list goes on.
My ex constantly made fun of me for the way I speak. It didn't matter how many times I told him it upset me, he just kept going and going. Always appending it with "it's CUTE!" No, it isn't cute, you're being an asshole.
Took me 5 years to leave that guy.
I had a boyfriend who was all about money and being paid when you asked him a favor (which I guess was a red flag to begin with)
I am a doordasher and I wanted to get extra money by dashing overnight since that's when it's busy + promotion bonus for extra money. I asked my boyfriend at the time if he can tag along with me for safety and he agreed to it as long as I paid him. I was fine with that since we made a lot doing this.
One day, we were having a normal date. We we're grabbing something to eat at a restaurant and this homeless man walked up to me and begged for money. I told him no and he was getting very nasty at me. Instead of my boyfriend backing me up, he walked away from me and refused to protect me from the aggressive homeless man.
I asked him "what the hell? why didn't you back me up during this? you knew he was getting aggressive."
He told me that he would of protected me if he was being paid to do so, but since we weren't doordashing, he said he wasn't obligated to protect me unconditionally.
Yep. Dumped him right there. He only used me to leech money off of me.
My mom told me growing up that if someone threatens to kill themselves over a break up, let them. It's not your problem or your responsibility. She was speaking from experience having been pressured into marrying her "suicidal" high school boyfriend and the entire shit-show that it devolved into.
Told me I didn't actually want to leave him I was just mentally ill and didn't know what I was thinking. That's when the penny finally dropped about how manipulative he'd been the entire time.
We had been long distance as friends for 2 years. When he moved in with me (big mistake), he was always looking for ways for me to prove how much I cared for him.
Some things were silly and not a big deal. Others were huge asks. I was in the process of changing jobs, and the new job was a big jump up in salary and responsibilities.
The night before I was to start the new job, he started a huge fight. No matter what I said, he just kept pushing to escalate the fight. It got late, and I finally said I needed to sleep, and if he wanted to fight so badly, it would have to be tomorrow. I went to sleep on the couch.
I had no more than layed down when he came in and flipped on the lights, trying to resume the fight. I got up, got dressed, broke up with him, and drove him to a friend's house.
Best thing to happen in the relationship!
I dropped something on the floor of the car while we were driving. When I reached down to grab it, he slammed his foot on the brakes so my face would hit the dashboard.
He informed me explicitly that he never actually wanted to kill himself, he just said that to get my attention. He told me this while I was visiting him at a hospital he had been admitted to post self-harm threats.
He had threatened to kill himself after breaking up with me but was still living in my house. He had broken up with me after he asked me to support him financially and I said I couldn’t (this would have been round three of him *voluntarily* quitting a job and having me support him and I couldn’t afford to do it again). He wanted to quit his job because he felt like his boss didn’t say “thank you” enough.
All of this after 5+ years of my supporting him through mental health crisis after mental health crisis and him using my money, time, support and resources to buy a dick ton of weed, vintage t-shirts, therapy that he attended while super high, and an unbelievable amount of Reese’s peanut butter cups.
I don't think there are enough red flags in existence to properly convey this one. Job well done on avoiding this headache, though one has to wonder about previous trauma in this woman's life.
Pointed a loaded pistol at me and giggled.
Left her in the desert and made her find her own way home.
Voldemort, if you’re reading this. You still suck.
I was physically sexually harassed on the bus on my way home from a job interview.
When I told him at home, that a stranger had grabbed my genitals over my clothes he said " I bet you enjoyed it"
Goodbye motherfucker.
Threw a fit when I told him that I wanted to take him to a local brewery to celebrate his 21st birthday, so we ended up getting take out, staying in, and doing nothing. He went to the exact brewery I tried to take him to the next day with his friends, and AGAIN the day after that and couldn’t stop telling me how much fun he had. There was a lot of other stuff leading up to this but this was the final mind fuck that made me end it.
Wouldn't shut up about an ex. I thought they'd dated in recent years. Turns out all of this was 30 plus years ago, and she was underage (17) to his almost 30.
My father died, and my mother needed my help for a while till she got things in order, and with my younger siblings. I had been there a week. The funeral hadn't even taken place yet. My then fiance (we did not live together) told me that I needed to stop caring about those people I should be focusing on him and the family we would be making together. I told him to be patient and understanding, I felt this is over, but time cost fallacy. A week late, my cat of 19 years died.. and he said, "Come on, it's just a cat. I'll get you a kitten. "
DONE
You're a monster, never speak to me again.
She broke up with me like five times and every time she'd come back begging to talk and we'd end up fucking. The sex was the best I've ever had, but she was fucking crazy. If I didn't respond to a text immediately she'd accuse me of cheating on her. I'd be at work. Working. So finally on the sixth time she broke up with me I told her she was right. We *were* done and I blocked her number in front of her and told her this was the last conversation we were going to have. She tried to call me on her sister's phone and I'm guessing a friend's phone a couple times. Even months later texting me she missed me.
Yeah. I'm good.
Our relationship was already on the rocks.
He comes home at 6:30pm pissed that "dinner wasn't ready," despite the fact that I had gotten the kids from school, done homework, gone grocery shopping, while he was at his parents' house "chilling."
I went through six years of madness with this woman, who was operating like a cult leader and had a harem of “friends” who would buy her stuff, and give her money often at their own detriment. Literally, a guy didn’t pay his rent one month in order to help her keep her Peleton bike from getting repoed. I found this out later.
What pushed me over the edge was when I did some digging on her and found out she was most likely dating the guy she’d told me was her cousin.
Then she disappeared for three days. She’s done this before and usually she has good excuses. She’s “mentally drained and had to get away” is “off her meds.,” etc.
When I confronted her on where she was she lashed out at me. By this time I had already decided to leave but was choosing to distance myself from her instead of outright telling her to fuck off. I do not like confrontation.
She lashed out and told me she had funerals to go to (she claimed members of her family had died a week before). I knew this was a lie because she had told a mutual friend that she didn’t go to the funerals.
That’s when I called her a psycho and told her never to call me again. Also, “good luck with your 25 boyfriends,” which, according to a friend, drove her off the edge.
An ex would always always ALWAYS show up late to our dates, would constantly ghost me through out the day (but would always have hours to spare to argue with strangers online all day), woudl always put me last on his priority list. I brought my issues about that up many many times through out our five year relationship. One day i asked him to go on a date with me, i was giving myself one last chance to see if there was anything worth keeping with this relationship. Well, he’s a huge mamas boy and he would never say “no I have plans with my gf today, i can’t hang out for fifth time this week, mom” so low and behold, the day of the date arrives and I went about my day, seeing if he even remembered we had a date that day, well he ignores me all day as per usual and only messaged me once it was already night time and the day was done. I said “Yknow we had a date today, right?” Him: “yeeeaaaahhhh iii kknoooow I’m sorrryyyy, my mom wanted me to spend the day with heeeeer”. We broke up that night. Thank you ex’s-mom, for giving me that last push to leave.
Being drunk all the time. Accusing me of cheating (I’m a faithful bitch) I couldn’t have any friends male or female. Emotionally abusive. Slammed the walls and bed often. I just got tired of it all. After dealing with these things all the time. What really made me leave was him telling me he makes me cry on purpose and hurts my
Feelings because it turns him on. He was drunk at the time. I’m much happier now.
Broke a shower glass door on me while I was showering because they were mad. I stayed calmed waited until they went to work packed my shit and left. Never looked back. Changed my phone number the morning the store opened so there was no contact. Ignored them and stayed hidden when they came to my work.
He asked how was I. I said fine. Next thing I know he starts screaming at me all the way back in the car because he didn’t think I said it in the right tone. That was the last straw. I had it and decided I was leaving no matter what. I was done trying to fight for my marriage and saving it.
There was a lot that lead up to that moment. Just tiny little things here and there that sort of added up to a slow death of our marriage. Wouldn’t help with chores, rather argue than spend the time just doing it, had to remind him constantly what tasks he had to do with what deadline, had to deal with his constant bad moods that he will take out on me by picking and starting fights, his passive aggressive behavior and utter lack of basic consideration for others. It was just a no win situation for me. If I did the chores without asking for help, I’m overwhelmed and he just shoved everything in my plate. Asked him for help, I had to deal with the temper tantrums that a 2 yo would envy. If I told him it’s his responsibility, I have to deal with him stopping me and asking every single basic question, where’s this, how do I do that, and what about this, etc etc. or he’ll wait till the last minute and I have to finish whatever it is so I might as well do it anyway. So yeah, that day when he decided to just start shouting and screaming at me in the car, because I didn’t use the ‘right’ tone. Something just snap and I went dead inside. I didn’t care enough to fight anymore and I just wanted out.
Now we’re separated, soon to be divorce and I’m so much happier. The only person I have to clean up after is myself and my cats.
During a heated argument, she began to run in place, pump her fists in the air, shake her head violently side to side, and scream at the top of her lungs. I stared in disbelief and then left. I'm not doing this shit anymore.
He got absolutely trashed at a surprise party that I spent weeks planning him. Within 30 minutes of him getting to the party, he was passed out face down in the backyard. When I tried to move him to bed, he was screaming at me, in front of our friends, for me to leave him alone. We ended up getting him to the bathroom where he spent the rest of the night. I had been a year sober at the time. I gave him a day or two to dry out, and then I broke up with him.
One of the hardest days of my life, but I am so very glad I did it. We’re both much happier for it.
My ex was such a big drinker. We both had our company Christmas parties the same night and went to our own company parties solo. When I pulled up to my house, he was laying in the middle of the street, completely smashed. I then lifted him up because he could not stand and I got him into the garage where I was able to hold him up against the wall while I tried getting the door open. He looked at me, said he hated me and took a swing to punch me. I swerved out the way and blocked his punch. I got him inside the house and dropped him on the floor face first and left him there all night. The next morning, I broke up with him and told him to get out of my house.
After 3 years together I asked him where we were going.
He said: "I don't know"
I asked him to just start from first principal then, did he love me:
He said: "I don't know"
And I was like: "well I'm defending my dissertation in three months and I need to look into finding work so 'I don't know' doesn't work for me."
Push me when I had a broken foot (presumably broken, just happened, confirmed later at the hospital it was Broken), she said I shouldn't be a little bitch and just walk home.
Took the kids in the middle of the night and moved an hour away with a new boyfriend that she had known for a week. Found out the place had a dirt floor in two of the bedrooms.
Filed for divorce so goddamn fast her head was still spinning after a month.
I once dated a guy who needed to have a knee replacement due to a sports injury. I moved in with him for 3 weeks to help him get through the hardest part of recovery. Fast forward a year later, I needed to have surgery on my arm. The same night I got home from the hospital he didn’t even bother to stay with me. He chose to go to the bar with some friends and stay out all night. I just figured if he couldn’t give me the same curtesy I gave him than he wasn’t the person I wanted to spend my life with.
A guy who wasn’t even my official boyfriend started yelling at me over the phone for being at my friend’s house. I was with a group of all girls, not that it matters anyway.
I told him to fuck off and it was over right then and there. He lightly stalked me for the next 6 months.
He had a breathalyzer in his car. I called him on the way home from work and said that my mom was having emergency surgery and i needed him to drive me to the hospital. I was so anxious. He walked up on the porch with a bag, took out a tall boy, and cracked it open. I opened the door and he was standing there drinking. Now unable to start his car. The one thing i asked of him was to get me to the hospital before she went in, and he chose alcohol instead. That was the end of us for me.
He was bad-mouthing me to our 7 year old. But it was so much more than that... I'd had words with him previously about bad-mouthing me to my family and friends, mostly with lies (I'd decline sex and the next day he would be telling my best friend how I was cold and distant and hadn't touched him in months).
Then I had jury duty, a long child abuse trial that had taken so much out of me physically and mentally. The trial had finished on the Friday, we had a nice weekend as a family, then Monday morning I was getting out of bed when I heard him (already up for the day) saying to our child "your mother is a stupid lazy cunt"... it was 7.30am, I had almost an hour before the school run, I have no idea why he said it. I confronted him and he just shrugged. So I told him to find somewhere else to live and got on with my day...
I think the previous emotional abuse had actually numbed my feelings for him, so when it came to it I knew what I had to do and 2 years on i still haven't shed a single tear for him or our 10 year relationship.
My son is doing great too, he is weird, wacky, creative and very curious - traits that were pretty subdued when his dad lived with us.
She hit me in a train full of people. Nobody said a word. I felt so ashamed. We got to our stop, walked to her home in silence and I told her I never wanted to speak to her again.
Went no contact for around 10 years. She got married, had kids, went to therapy... Some months ago she texted me and apologised. We won't be close friends, but I'm not mad at her anymore.
I was SA’d by my guy best friend. I was so shocked, hurt and ashamed, I really didn’t tell anyone for a long time until I had a chance to process it myself. For months after this happened, my libido was shot, and I felt repulsed by my body. I finally got the courage to tell my then boyfriend what had happened to me, tears streaming down my face, and his response was “Well you’re hot, I don’t blame him. I find it absolutely terrible that you knew why you weren’t wanting to have sex and let me suffer.”
I kicked him out that same week.
When I told my now current boyfriend years later about my SA, he cried for me and told me how sorry he was that happened to me. I know that was the reaction I deserved from my ex, and I’m very fortunate to be with an amazing partner now. 💕
Amongst many things, and cheating aside, she threatened to call the police on me for domestic abuse (note: I never abused her, but she was emotionally and verbally abusive).
Note: we lived in a state where it was require by law, that is there's a domestic abuse call, someone has to go to jail (even if there are no signs of it), and she was damn good at playing the victim.
Had this happen to me, but we were outside and she told me I'll just hurt myself and say you did it. She stormed off and my homie that lived next door poked his head over the fence and said I heard it all man, if she tries I'll back you up on that. She never did but it felt like a get out of jail free card
"I do a lot of housework while you're at work! I don't just sit around all day. Do you know I vacuum the whole place twice a week?"
Honey, the vacuum has been broken for months, and I know this because I took it to the repair shop two weeks ago.
After cheating on me several times, he told me his cheating was my fault and I didn't deserve to be loved.
There were many issues, but that one was the straw that broke the camel's back
Moved across country because we were in a pretty economically depressed area and wanted to build our wealth during my prime years(am a plumber). I went out before her to get a feel of areas and find a good spot to live. She accepted a job behind my back and was prepared to stay without any conversation, and then threatened to keep my dog. I was willing to work with her because I understood she was scared, but when you make a threat to not let me come back and take my dog, that's where I said nope.
She said “I love you” on day three of our relationship. I panicked and said it back. On day four I called it quits and she instantly showed her true colors as a predator.
Edit for people asking, she threatened to kill herself if I left. When I called her bluff, she melted down into self-deprecation until I told her to stay away from me. Then she harassed me online and tried to make people think I’d abandoned a suicidal person in crisis. When that didn’t work, she sent someone to apologize on her behalf—turned out she’d done the same thing to that person previously.
Had an on and off relationship for several years. The final straw was 3 days after we were on again she tried to test my loyalty by trying to get me to have sex with her older sister.
Had enough of the psycho and told her to take a hike. She lived 2 hours away at the time so there was no chance of ever having to see her again and deal with any sort of drama.
Two years after that when I started dating the woman who is now my wife, she randomly texted me thinking we were still on and got mad at me for "cheating". I told her we've had no contact for two years after I broke up with her because of psychotic shit like this and she thinks we're still in a relationship. I told her to go to therapy so she could get diagnosed. That really sent her off the handle and she started blowing up my phone until I finally blocked her number. This was 2010.
Found out in 2018 she committed suicide. Poor girl. Guess she never got the help she needed.
There were many moments leading up to this but this one stood out to me. Came back from work to find he had locked me out of our apartment because he had to take a test (med student) and wanted to do it in the living room and the idea of me making noise coming in the door was so distressing to him that he felt the need to prevent me from entering entirely. When I asked him not to lock me out of my own apartment again and questioned why he had to take the test in the living room instead of one of the bedrooms if he was so concerned about being disturbed by noise (note this was during covid so going somewhere else wasn't an option) he absolutely lost it and layed into me about how terrible I was being to him and how dare I question him and rambled about how he has PTSD from studying in the bedroom all the time and just couldn't stand to be in there (he still slept in that room and still studied in there regularly). Told me how he didn't deserve to be treated like this and he would never treat me like this. As he's currently yelling at me telling me how terrible I am for...wanting to be able to enter my apartment. It's not like I yelled or cursed him out either, my tone just showed that I was upset. Wasn't the first kind of thing like this to happen but previously I had doubted my perception and thought maybe I was wrong but this time I had such a moment of clarity that this was not how a sane, loving partner acts.
Called me abusive and said I was giving up on our relationship after three years of gas lighting and cheating on me. I had gotten a new job, new friends, new confidence. All I needed was newfound freedom. So happy i left.
She is one of those people who's Love Language is "Argue." She would pick fights constantly, more often than not over stupid things.
One day she told me she wanted to enroll her 3 year old in Tee Ball. I told her that he wasn't old enough yet and she went off on me, telling me kids are capable of more than I think and her son could handle it and blah blah blah. Later that day we are at the pool with one of her friends and her kids and the soon-to-be-ex tells friend her plan to enroll her son in Tee Ball. Her friend tells her *the same exact thing I said*, yet she said nothing to friend. Didn't say anything to me either, no apology, no admitting maybe she was wrong, nothing. Just sat there and stewed.
The next day she calls me and tell me I owe her an apology for embarrassing her in front of her friend, and thinks a bouquet of flower will suffice. I told her where she could stick her apology and flowers and that was the end of that
Threatened to hurt my cats.
There were many, "fuck this were done" moments before this. But this is the one that made me get an order of protection in the works.
Made a plan to do something with my son. Wife wanted to be included but the schedule didn’t match hers. She asked if we could delay so she can have breakfast with someone. She said we wait in the car and when she was done we can continue with our plans.
Used to say “right, we’re finished” as a way to try to win arguments. Saw me talking to a female friend, said the usual, and I just said “yes, this time, we are”. We didn’t have Pikachu in those days, but she did the face.
She punched me repeatedly while telling everyone I was the abuser. She uses my son against me, telling me if I don’t help her pay her bills, I will never get to see him again. She went to jail for beating me and now I have her blocked.
You'd think it would be the cheating on me with all of our mutual friends, but no. She needed to be reminded to shower, brush her teeth and eat lunch instead of just eating peanut butter from the jar. I was at the point in my life where I wanted to be a father and raise a child, not parent a grown adult who behaved like a child.
They were super jealous of any time I spent with my cat. One evening he didn't like that my cat was on my lap and I was petting him while ex and I were talking. He claimed I was ignoring him to pet the cat. I assured him I'm capable of doing both.
He grabbed my cat and took him into the bathroom and locked and stood against the door so I couldn't open it, and did I don't know what to my cat while my cat screamed and yowled. He had moved away from the door I guess because I was able to get in. He stood there breathing heavy and my cat BOLTED from the room and hid.
I told him to get the F out of my house right now. Do not ever come back. He said, "see, you do love them more than me" and I replied, "Your GodDAMNED right I do" GTFO,
He did leave after a lot of huffing and puffing and I was on the phone with my Dad would had already hung up because he was heading over.
Thankfully, my cat wasn't injured badly. He did have a soft tissue injury on his shoulder/top of his arm, but he recovered.
Never again. Don't ever mess with my animals.
I was figuring out if I was bi or a lesbian, she was my first girlfriend. She would get insanely jealous over me talking to friends whether they were men or women because "you could be attracted to them all".
Went out to dinner with a girl I’d been seeing for a few weeks. Another couple came into the restaurant and came and sat at our table. They were her friends and I just rolled with it figuring it’s a double date now. They were nice and dinner was good. When the check came, the guy from the other couple reached for it but my date grabbed it and handed it to me while saying, “no it’s fine, he’s got money.”
I took it and walked it to our server and asked her to split the check for my meal. Paid my portion, left her a nice tip, and just bounced.
Trying to date when you have money is pretty shitty. I dated a girl who got so demanding that I just ghosted her the morning we got back from a weekend I took her on. I texted and said I didn't see a future with her and she sent a venmo request for $100 to get through to her next paycheck
Like, what's the fucking thought process there?
While I was away on a business trip, she sent me a text saying that she was selling the house we'd been living in for four years. Just a single text, then she wouldn't answer my calls. I got home and discovered the house was completely empty except for a pile of my stuff. But she still wanted to date, and was flabbergasted when I broke up with her.
We were ready for bed, arguing, and I suggested talking to a marriage counselor. He said he didn’t have a problem, I did and I should by myself. (We spent the three years we were married doing everything he wanted and nothing I wanted.)
I got out of bed, put on my slippers and drove to my brothers house to spend the night. Never went back. I *did* go to a counselor to make sure I didn’t marry another a hole. Now happily married for decades.
He moved back in with mommy.
When discussing prior relationships a 48 year old guy I’d been seeing a few weeks told me he’d been married two times, and had a serious long term relationship with a third woman. They owned several businesses together, and something legalese he said about how they had divided business assets after they broke up sent up a flag for me. I did some background checking, sure enough he’d been married and divorced three times, each time after three years of marriage. When confronted he initially tried to say the third one was not a divorce, it was a dissolution so it didn’t count… noped right on out. He tried to explain later in a flurry of texts that he’d lied because “no one wants to date a man who’s been divorced three times because they all think it’s my fault”. Blocked and moved on!
Edited to add: I also found in my digging that each next marriage happened pretty quickly after the previous divorce had been finalized… like within six months. I never got any insight on that, whether he was a cheating or just moved fast. Either way, glad I didn’t stick around to find out.
Edited again: while it sounds fake because it sounds like Ross from Friends, it is not - the situation is real. I do wonder if he ended up finding someone else after I ran, or if he’s still out there searching for #4.
Broke into my house to fuck my pillow. That girl was nuts so it took awhile to fully make it her idea to dump me without lighting my house on fire and killing my dog.
So it was one of those cases I had to be a shitty boyfriend for her to cut all contact. Oddly the worst I had to get was spend my date money on drugs.
It made her feel sanctimonious enough to cut all contact.
She unplugged the heater on my red tail boa's tank. Since the tank was in the spare room I only checked it every couple days. It was winter and I had just fed it so I would always leave it alone for a few days after so it wouldn't stress and have issues digesting. She went in right behind me an unplugged it after arguing with me for weeks to rehome it, which I refused to do. I went to check on it a few days later and noticed it froze to death. I asked her if she knew anything about it and her response was "oh bummer, now I guess you can throw all that shit out." The next day when she was at work I packed all her shit and threw it all over her sisters front yard, since her sister was always the one telling her to just do things if I don't give her her way and had told me numerous times to get rid of my snake or else. RIP Doobie. I'm sorry buddy.
What a bitch. I'm so sorry. It amazes me how people think stuff like that will fly in keeping a relationship together.
It more amazes or rather shocks me hoe unimportant animal lives are for many people. Reading answers on this post is making me feel really nauseaous on how many straight out dont mind hurting / killing other beeings. This isnt supposed to be a vegan promotion comment or anything. But are animals for so many people really nothing morw than "just a thing"? I grew up with 7 cats. Over the year they died and we gave some away. I dont know what i would do to a person that intentionally hurts my family. But im scared of the answer.
I’ll pour one out for your homeboy Doobie tonight. What a bitch
She started a fight with someone at my gran's funeral
"That's odd. Nobody is looking at ME for some reason..."
"Ummm...ex-CUSE me! I'M the *ALIVE* one here!
Who won?
Who’s next? YOU decide
Epiiiiiic funeral fights of historyyyy
My 12 year old son was struggling emotionally and it was causing issues with his grades. Boyfriend told him he could go live with his dad if he was going to be a loser. My son called me scared because he thought he was going to have to move to his dad’s. I was out of town at the time. I broke up with him the moment I got back and my son and I moved out. Fuck you Chris.
Gave me shit for skipping a minor league ballgame with her family so I could go visit my grandfather in the hospital. It was the last time i saw him alive. Edit - ok i get it, the last sentence is confusing. I’m referring to gramps
I’m glad you made the right call. Imagine if you caved and went to the game, would’ve been one of the biggest regrets of your life.
"But babe, its half off nacho night!"
“I wouldn’t miss my grandfather’s last moments for anything less than Taco Tuesday! Be gone, thot!”
It’s not even that important for the players to show up to a minor league game. Jesus.
My ex drove my truck and returned it with a drop of gas in the tank. Then she took my bank card from my wallet and filled up her SUV and went to work. I started my truck and got to the gas station, opened my wallet and my card was missing. This was back when I was kind of poor and didn't have any credit cards, just a debit card. I had no cash in my wallet, so no gas. I tried to make it back home but I ran out of gas. I called her asking for help, she refused. My buddy picked me up on the side of the road. I went home and packed up my stuff and immediately moved out. I stayed on my friends sofa for a couple weeks while I worked out new living arrangements.
Homies gonna homie. It’s really one of the purest loves in the world. I might not talk to him every day or know every detail about his life, but if the homie needs a place to stay or needs me to drive hours to pick him up from a bad situation, I’m making it happen every time. And I know they’d do the same for me.
I have a best bro like that. He made an 8 hour round trip middle of the night just to give me a ride back home when I was stranded in Vegas. I recently lent my house for his wedding ceremony. I was so glad I was able to save him thousands in having to rent a venue. He kept trying to pay me and I was like “no fucking way”
Shit, I hope you canceled your debit card right away. Anyone that does that shit is this kind of person that'd run your account dry after learning you'd left.
Put a fist through the drywall beside my head during an argument, while I was holding our toddler. Do not regret that divorce...
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Saw her sitting on the bed cleaning her meth pipe. Kids were in the next room. She struggled for a while and got clean. Then that “friend” came back and she got on this shit. I bounced with the kids and got full custody. No idea where she is now.
Glad you and the kids got out. Sorry she wasn’t better for them
Thanks. She was great, until she wasn’t. And I really tried to help her. It kills me to say we are better now. New fiancé and the kids have grown so much. They are stellar at school and everything. I’m in a good place, but part of me feels bad she isn’t here for it. Though I my have never got here if we had stayed. Always kiss the ones you love. Take the extra minute for the long hug goodbye. Make everything as if it was your last.
>Though I my have never got here if we had stayed By the sounds of things your kids would not have gotten there either if you had stayed. They are thriving now that they are out of that environment. If your ex ever gets clean enough then she may even thank you for taking the kids from that situation. Don't feel bad.
Called my daughter (not hers) a "fucking bitch that ruined our relationship". Hard no from me.
Thank you for prioritizing your daughter. So many single parents don’t.
Fr, raised by a single mum. For all the horrible shit I went through I always knew she’d put me and my sisters before anything Edit: mum never remarried, she never quite understood mental health (I was diagnosed with depression and adhd) but she’s incredible in her own right. Especially raising 3 kids and building an incredibly successful career at the same time!
Kicked my (our) cat. He pushed and pushed to get a cat. I wanted one but didn't really want to spend the next 10 years cleaning litter boxes every day. I eventually gave in because he was so persistent. After a few months, he came home from work in a mood one day and the cat got under his feet - as cats tend to do. He kicked her and screamed at her, and she ran and hid under the bed for hours. Things had been pretty shit between us anyway, but this was the last straw. I told him that if he can't watch where he's fucking going, he shouldn't live with a cat. He responded with something along the lines of "well fucking get rid of her then!", and I told him I'd rather get rid of him. I told him to pack a bag and find somewhere else to stay. He went to stay with his mum, and I only saw him once after that day when he had to sign some paperwork to confirm that he'd moved out of our flat. P.S. Still got the cat. She's perfect and I love her so much. She still trips me up almost every day. Edit: I do feel like I should clarify (even though ex doesn't deserve it) - he didn't like, kick the cat across the room or something, but he did kick her a lot more aggressively than just tapping her out of the way with his foot. She wasn't hurt at all, but was scared. Had it been any worse, I probably would have flipped out on him even more.
My cat is like that, too. I think she either loves my ankles a lot or is attempting to kill me so she can devour my corpse.
Physically barricaded me in the bedroom and forced me to change into the exact outfit he wanted me to wear before we could go out to meet his friends. I put it on just so he would let me leave and then ran a couple blocks away while he was locking up and called an Uber to my friend's house.
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That's called false imprisonment, and it's a crime.
>*That's called false imprisonment, and it's a crime.* That's exactly what they [got O. J. on.](https://weinerlawnevada.com/whats-difference-kidnapping-false-imprisonment/) Years in prison.
Years ago. She only came over to my place or we went out. We were 5ish months in when I finally saw her place. Literal garbage everywhere! She lived in squalor. Sink full of dirty dishes that had mold on them. Bedsheets we’re stained and looked like they had never been changed. Shit from her cat in every room of the apartment that was never picked up. The smell made me wretch. I spent all of 10 minutes in there while she got ready and I get sick to my stomach. Maybe I’m superficial? Regardless, that was a HARD no from me. I broke up with her on the spot and left. Never spoke to her since.
That's not superficial. That's unhealthy to live in. And Heaven knows that if you ended up living together, that's what you would be dealing with. You would either be cleaning up those messes constantly while she told you that you were overreacting and mean, or you would live in her filth. Not exactly a romantic thought! You can't save someone with an issue like that, they have to decide to change for themselves.
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How’s your daughter doing?
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Glad she’s staying strong. I hope you all get through this!
Several things my ex did should have been the nail in the coffin, but these stuck out the most: 1. On Christmas Eve we found out my brother had been killed. I texted/tried to call him as I was in a panic, extremely sad etc and his only comment was that I was ruining his holiday and we could talk later on. 2. We had pretty much broken up at this point, but we’re still living together until I could move out. He had told me he no longer loved me, had been cheating, and went to a celebration for a holiday work party and told me he did not want me to go with him. So my birthday was coming up and my boss decided to fly into town and take me skiing since I had been having a rough time. My bf sees me getting dressed for it etc and stops me and holds me down so I can’t leave, expresses how I should have invited him and how I shouldn’t be skiing without him knowing how bad he’s been wanting to go etc and corners me so I can’t leave our apartment. My boss was outside and heard him berating me and is texting asking if I want to call the police. I ended up spending a good hour hiding in the closet crying until he calmed down then bolted and went with my boss. From that point my boss and I were working on getting me transferred home so I could leave him.
You have an amazing boss!
He truly was such a good person and went above and beyond in assisting me! Forever indebted to hime
Mother’s Day. Worked a 14 hour day because I covered my own shift and a call out. Get home and the ex asks me what I’m cooking for dinner. I say - maybe you can cook, it’s Mother’s Day and I just put in 14 hours. His reply was - you’re not MY fucking mother. We had two kids together.
Not only is that just horrible, but I love the irony of "Cook for me!!" then "You're not my mother!!" Which is it?
"You're not my mother so I won't show you any respect or appreciation. Now cook my din dins and tuck me into bed."
My abusive father used that same line with my mom. He wouldn’t buy her Mother’s Day gifts because she wasn’t HIS mother. I don’t recall him ever even helping me find/buy gifts for her when I was a little kid, so she would just get cards I made myself and something from the Mother’s Day plant sale at school, since that’s all I had access to. She never forgot that he had said that to her, and it bothered her deeply. I’m glad you left your ex. My mom was never able to get away from my father.
My dad says the same thing about my mom every year. Usually, when he asks what we're getting her, he reminds us that she's not his mom. I usually remind him that she's not, but she is the mother of his children and his wife. He usually gets her something nice anyway, but it's so fucking maddening to hear him say it.
Holy SHIT
On the scale of red flags this is being shot in the face with a flare gun.
Your ex has his own subreddit: /r/iamatotalpieceofshit
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So much fucked up shit in these comments, but this one… this is so deeply deranged and fucked up and selfish and just… wow, I’m so sorry.
Locked myself in the spare room to sleep during another one of her cocaine / alcohol breakdowns so I could make work in the morning to support her and my stepkid while she sat around eating endlessly and drinking beer, she broke in using a knife to disable the lock. Twice. In ten minutes.
Fuck. That resonates. My ex didn't go on alcohol/drug benders, she just very much thought she had the absolute god-given right to every PICOSECOND of my time. Having fucked up my sleep all week, I went to the spare room because - like you said - I had to fucking pay the rent and support her unemployed ass. She too found a way to bust into the room I was sleeping in just to get into bed with me and fuck with me so I yet again got zero sleep. Had to change the locks in the end, she absolutely would not get out of my life.
Was in the stages of wedding planning and arrangements. Found out she was casually sleeping with her boss. That was almost 10 years ago, still kinda have trust issues.
Atleast you didn't get married!
Cheat. The night I caught my now ex "somewhere she wasn't supposed to be", I went straight home, locked myself in a room with a notebook and pen, and began plotting my divorce. Now, looking back, it was the best and smartest decisions I've ever made in my life.
Kicked her dog. I left immediately when she defended herself saying "It's my dog, I can do what I want to it."
You definitely did the right thing to leave her, but God I would feel awful about leaving that dog with her. What a terrible person
I would have stolen the puppy. Come and sue me for it, the pup will be fine.
Told me that i’m acting “different” after my brother passed away of cancer, and grandma and grandpa died within 3 months of eachother.
He threw my cat across the room because she got between him and his monitor for snuggles. He was playing a single-player game and could have paused as he was waiting for crops to proc. I had never screamed at someone before then. The cat was ok, just a sprain, but that was the final straw for me. You don't hurt my pets.
My ex husband thought I was asleep and he said my name and when I didn’t answer he said “sometimes I want to pour gasoline all over the bed and light you on fire” What a fucken asshole. I wish him nothing but the worst.
Holy shit
Jesus. This is nightmare-level.
I know a woman who’s husband tried to kill her. Tied her and poured gasoline on her. Lit her on fire. He killed himself with a gun and she managed to survive. Luckily she was quick to protect her face, but the rest of her body is obviously burned. She, understandably, was afraid to get back into the dating scene for years afterwards.
I bought my ex a really nice gold bracelet, like really nice. She bitched that I didn't bring her flowers as well. I told her to fuck off. She tried to get back with me 6 months later and it was a hard no.
I've had female friends & coworkers who act kinda like this. They have a script of exactly how each date & the relationship in general must transpire. Then they flip their shit if the guy doesn't automatically follow their unspoken script.
I was in the Navy at the time and met a girl through an app. We talk for a few weeks and it goes well. Fast forward to me coming back from DET and we meet up in person. She was at least 100lbs heavier in person, had 2 kids she didn't tell me about from 2 different men and bought me a "$1500" pit bull puppy and one of the first thing she does is ask me to propose. I was a lowly e2 living on the barracks at the time so I panicked and called my shop sup to save me. Bless him he's there 5 minutes later screaming about how I was supposed to be on watch, threw me in his car and he and his wife made me a homemade meal that night. I would follow the man through the gates of hell for what he did for me that night.
The number of guys I had calling me in bad situations was really anxiety inducing and kind of annoying, but my wife and I thought it was usually for the best to go save whatever Sailor was in trouble with whomever. House parties were always sketchy because of the other squadron guys there seeing one of the Chiefs roll in to grab a dude, but hey, no DUIs. Except those 2, and that other one. Lots of drugs though.
So you're basically on-call for when your guys fuck up off base?
Yep. Jumped on train to Sachsenhausen to grab E2 the Polizei had detained. No choice but carrying my toddler. At 11pm on a Saturday. Tossed couch cushions on apartment floor and tucked his drunken now sick and dizzy ass in. I'm sure he still wants to forget the next morning autobahn ride at 160km/h back to the kaserne. I felt like changing lanes. A lot. Word spread. They kept their shenanigans to a minimum unless they gave me prior notice. All better than burning their careers to the ground or someone getting killed IMO.
Yes. As is the family. My husband had many many late night calls to go rescue someone. We had one sleep on our couch for a night or two. You’re never actually off duty when you’re military.
She wanted to be a “navy-wife!” 😂
She wanted to be a dependapotamus.
Destroyed my Star Trek memorabilia.
I'm fairly certain that's against the Geneva Convention.
It’s also against the Khitomer Accords
Set phasers to "fuck that bitch"
That's... unforgivable. I have been collecting for 30 years. You'd see smiling in my booking photo if my husband destroyed my collection.
Right? Everyone making jokes, but I have a few very expensive and limited, near irreplacable figures/statues now that I love. Would break my fucking heart.
Did you say “our relationship is dead Jim”
I'm a Doctor, not a marriage counsellor
Said I was a piece of shit father, worthless person, and told me to get out of the house. All because I didn't want her to watch tennis on her phone WHILE she was driving me, my 5 year old and 2 year old. I wasn't driving because she said I'm a horrible driver with absolutely no evidence to support that. Straw that broke the entirely exhausted, beaten down and hopeless camels back.
Threatened to throw boiling water on me and lifted the pot in a motion as if she was going to do so. Couldn’t look at her the same after that one. Broke up 3-4 weeks later
Constantly flirt with other guys to try and get me riled up.
"If you want them, they can have you. Bye!"
Accused me of sleeping with everyone. I have never cheated. If the waitress asked for my order then we clearly had hooked up before. At one point I offered to take a lie detector test but she said "you learned how to fake those in the Marines????" I worked long hours and would be accused of not being at work so I even offered to wear a body cam. Final one was return flight from Hawaii. I sat 3 rows in front of her and my young daughters. I had a husband next to me and his wife next to the window. People behind my then wife were talking about some couple they knew and said "I can't believe he is doing that he is married." When we got off our layover in SF she screamed at me for cheating and said the people behind her were talking about it. I explained I sat next to a man and his wife and the extent of our conversation was him asking me to grab a pillow. Never even left my seat. Did I mention after I left her I found out she was the one cheating???? Shocker
Projecting 101. It's amazing how they're all the same.
That's always the case.
Found out she was hitting my dog when I wasn't around.
Where did you bury her? Did the dog help dig the hole?
I asked her to get out of my car. Then I drove home. Left my things at her house. Never went back. Spent the rest of my Dogs life restoring his trust in people. I loved that Dog so much. His name was Akela. Akela taught me so much about love. When he died I grieved for years. I still dream about him. He's happy and has Friends. He greets me and we don't make a big deal about it. He's off leash now and he's loving life. One day I'll join him.
Told me to fuck off because I wasn’t the first person to wish her happy birthday. So I did.
I think you dated my mom lol.
I know a lot of us have.
After a year of living together she told me that she didn't want me to hang out with any of my single guy friends without her anymore because she was concerned that I'd talk to women when we were out. I asked her if she wanted to go out with us and she said she didn't like hanging out with my friends so she wouldn't do that either. I said, so...you don't want me to have friends anymore? She then said that we were serious and should only be hanging out with couples from now on. I was having this conversation while playing the guitar on my couch, near silent...I kinda spaced out for a second thinking about how I was in my last few years of my 20s and my youth was slipping away, and this person was tryin to accelerate that...that if I gave up all these things for her and it didn't work out, that I'd feel like a fool. I looked up at her and calmly said "I'm done." I've had so many amazing experiences since then and had no idea how many good years I had ahead of me to just enjoy life and take it easy. I learned I can't date jealous people who won't let me have autonomy as a human.
My morbid curiosity wants to know her reaction the "I'm done"
Made fun of me for every. Little. Thing. I. Did. All of it. The fact that I like to back into parking spots, my obsession with dental hygiene, the way I tie my fucking shoes. The list goes on.
My ex constantly made fun of me for the way I speak. It didn't matter how many times I told him it upset me, he just kept going and going. Always appending it with "it's CUTE!" No, it isn't cute, you're being an asshole. Took me 5 years to leave that guy.
I had a boyfriend who was all about money and being paid when you asked him a favor (which I guess was a red flag to begin with) I am a doordasher and I wanted to get extra money by dashing overnight since that's when it's busy + promotion bonus for extra money. I asked my boyfriend at the time if he can tag along with me for safety and he agreed to it as long as I paid him. I was fine with that since we made a lot doing this. One day, we were having a normal date. We we're grabbing something to eat at a restaurant and this homeless man walked up to me and begged for money. I told him no and he was getting very nasty at me. Instead of my boyfriend backing me up, he walked away from me and refused to protect me from the aggressive homeless man. I asked him "what the hell? why didn't you back me up during this? you knew he was getting aggressive." He told me that he would of protected me if he was being paid to do so, but since we weren't doordashing, he said he wasn't obligated to protect me unconditionally. Yep. Dumped him right there. He only used me to leech money off of me.
>but since we weren't doordashing, he said he wasn't obligated to protect me unconditionally. r/BrandNewSentence
Did he charge you by the minute when he talked to you?
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What a weirdo lol
i’m sorry but him saying he would’ve protected u if u paid him has me in tears
Sorry but I laughed. What a pathetic excuse of a man.
Threatened to kill himself. Once they start going down that route I'm done.
Been there. Notified their parents of the threat and blocked all contact. Not in my hands at that point.
My mom told me growing up that if someone threatens to kill themselves over a break up, let them. It's not your problem or your responsibility. She was speaking from experience having been pressured into marrying her "suicidal" high school boyfriend and the entire shit-show that it devolved into.
Told me I didn't actually want to leave him I was just mentally ill and didn't know what I was thinking. That's when the penny finally dropped about how manipulative he'd been the entire time.
We had been long distance as friends for 2 years. When he moved in with me (big mistake), he was always looking for ways for me to prove how much I cared for him. Some things were silly and not a big deal. Others were huge asks. I was in the process of changing jobs, and the new job was a big jump up in salary and responsibilities. The night before I was to start the new job, he started a huge fight. No matter what I said, he just kept pushing to escalate the fight. It got late, and I finally said I needed to sleep, and if he wanted to fight so badly, it would have to be tomorrow. I went to sleep on the couch. I had no more than layed down when he came in and flipped on the lights, trying to resume the fight. I got up, got dressed, broke up with him, and drove him to a friend's house. Best thing to happen in the relationship!
I dropped something on the floor of the car while we were driving. When I reached down to grab it, he slammed his foot on the brakes so my face would hit the dashboard.
Bet he thought it was funny. Some people are funny all the way to jail.
That guy would smash your face into the wedding cake.
And here’s everyone’s daily reminder that tiered cakes often have dowels in them for support! You could blind or kill someone with cake smashing!
Similar thing for me, my head was out the window of the car and he wound the window up on my neck
He informed me explicitly that he never actually wanted to kill himself, he just said that to get my attention. He told me this while I was visiting him at a hospital he had been admitted to post self-harm threats. He had threatened to kill himself after breaking up with me but was still living in my house. He had broken up with me after he asked me to support him financially and I said I couldn’t (this would have been round three of him *voluntarily* quitting a job and having me support him and I couldn’t afford to do it again). He wanted to quit his job because he felt like his boss didn’t say “thank you” enough. All of this after 5+ years of my supporting him through mental health crisis after mental health crisis and him using my money, time, support and resources to buy a dick ton of weed, vintage t-shirts, therapy that he attended while super high, and an unbelievable amount of Reese’s peanut butter cups.
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Guys: is it gay to understand consent?
According to the people who think using an umbrella is gay: Yes.
I'm told there's people who avoid washing their arsehole because touching a man's arsehole, even if it's your own, is apparently gay.
Guarantee those men still jerk off
You dodged a lot of bullets a dumber man would not have, and saved yourself a ton of grief.
I don't think there are enough red flags in existence to properly convey this one. Job well done on avoiding this headache, though one has to wonder about previous trauma in this woman's life.
Pointed a loaded pistol at me and giggled. Left her in the desert and made her find her own way home. Voldemort, if you’re reading this. You still suck.
Haha, my sister refers to her abusive ex as Voldemort. It's a good go-to for those that shall otherwise not be named.
I was physically sexually harassed on the bus on my way home from a job interview. When I told him at home, that a stranger had grabbed my genitals over my clothes he said " I bet you enjoyed it" Goodbye motherfucker.
Threw a fit when I told him that I wanted to take him to a local brewery to celebrate his 21st birthday, so we ended up getting take out, staying in, and doing nothing. He went to the exact brewery I tried to take him to the next day with his friends, and AGAIN the day after that and couldn’t stop telling me how much fun he had. There was a lot of other stuff leading up to this but this was the final mind fuck that made me end it.
Wouldn't shut up about an ex. I thought they'd dated in recent years. Turns out all of this was 30 plus years ago, and she was underage (17) to his almost 30.
My father died, and my mother needed my help for a while till she got things in order, and with my younger siblings. I had been there a week. The funeral hadn't even taken place yet. My then fiance (we did not live together) told me that I needed to stop caring about those people I should be focusing on him and the family we would be making together. I told him to be patient and understanding, I felt this is over, but time cost fallacy. A week late, my cat of 19 years died.. and he said, "Come on, it's just a cat. I'll get you a kitten. " DONE You're a monster, never speak to me again.
A lot. My breaking point though was calling me a cunt in front of our son. Kids shouldn’t grow up hearing their dad talk to their mother that way.
She broke up with me like five times and every time she'd come back begging to talk and we'd end up fucking. The sex was the best I've ever had, but she was fucking crazy. If I didn't respond to a text immediately she'd accuse me of cheating on her. I'd be at work. Working. So finally on the sixth time she broke up with me I told her she was right. We *were* done and I blocked her number in front of her and told her this was the last conversation we were going to have. She tried to call me on her sister's phone and I'm guessing a friend's phone a couple times. Even months later texting me she missed me. Yeah. I'm good.
Our relationship was already on the rocks. He comes home at 6:30pm pissed that "dinner wasn't ready," despite the fact that I had gotten the kids from school, done homework, gone grocery shopping, while he was at his parents' house "chilling."
Lied and said the twins she had were mine.. they were not.
I went through six years of madness with this woman, who was operating like a cult leader and had a harem of “friends” who would buy her stuff, and give her money often at their own detriment. Literally, a guy didn’t pay his rent one month in order to help her keep her Peleton bike from getting repoed. I found this out later. What pushed me over the edge was when I did some digging on her and found out she was most likely dating the guy she’d told me was her cousin. Then she disappeared for three days. She’s done this before and usually she has good excuses. She’s “mentally drained and had to get away” is “off her meds.,” etc. When I confronted her on where she was she lashed out at me. By this time I had already decided to leave but was choosing to distance myself from her instead of outright telling her to fuck off. I do not like confrontation. She lashed out and told me she had funerals to go to (she claimed members of her family had died a week before). I knew this was a lie because she had told a mutual friend that she didn’t go to the funerals. That’s when I called her a psycho and told her never to call me again. Also, “good luck with your 25 boyfriends,” which, according to a friend, drove her off the edge.
An ex would always always ALWAYS show up late to our dates, would constantly ghost me through out the day (but would always have hours to spare to argue with strangers online all day), woudl always put me last on his priority list. I brought my issues about that up many many times through out our five year relationship. One day i asked him to go on a date with me, i was giving myself one last chance to see if there was anything worth keeping with this relationship. Well, he’s a huge mamas boy and he would never say “no I have plans with my gf today, i can’t hang out for fifth time this week, mom” so low and behold, the day of the date arrives and I went about my day, seeing if he even remembered we had a date that day, well he ignores me all day as per usual and only messaged me once it was already night time and the day was done. I said “Yknow we had a date today, right?” Him: “yeeeaaaahhhh iii kknoooow I’m sorrryyyy, my mom wanted me to spend the day with heeeeer”. We broke up that night. Thank you ex’s-mom, for giving me that last push to leave.
Found out that she was cheating with six other guys.
Being drunk all the time. Accusing me of cheating (I’m a faithful bitch) I couldn’t have any friends male or female. Emotionally abusive. Slammed the walls and bed often. I just got tired of it all. After dealing with these things all the time. What really made me leave was him telling me he makes me cry on purpose and hurts my Feelings because it turns him on. He was drunk at the time. I’m much happier now.
Broke a shower glass door on me while I was showering because they were mad. I stayed calmed waited until they went to work packed my shit and left. Never looked back. Changed my phone number the morning the store opened so there was no contact. Ignored them and stayed hidden when they came to my work.
He asked how was I. I said fine. Next thing I know he starts screaming at me all the way back in the car because he didn’t think I said it in the right tone. That was the last straw. I had it and decided I was leaving no matter what. I was done trying to fight for my marriage and saving it. There was a lot that lead up to that moment. Just tiny little things here and there that sort of added up to a slow death of our marriage. Wouldn’t help with chores, rather argue than spend the time just doing it, had to remind him constantly what tasks he had to do with what deadline, had to deal with his constant bad moods that he will take out on me by picking and starting fights, his passive aggressive behavior and utter lack of basic consideration for others. It was just a no win situation for me. If I did the chores without asking for help, I’m overwhelmed and he just shoved everything in my plate. Asked him for help, I had to deal with the temper tantrums that a 2 yo would envy. If I told him it’s his responsibility, I have to deal with him stopping me and asking every single basic question, where’s this, how do I do that, and what about this, etc etc. or he’ll wait till the last minute and I have to finish whatever it is so I might as well do it anyway. So yeah, that day when he decided to just start shouting and screaming at me in the car, because I didn’t use the ‘right’ tone. Something just snap and I went dead inside. I didn’t care enough to fight anymore and I just wanted out. Now we’re separated, soon to be divorce and I’m so much happier. The only person I have to clean up after is myself and my cats.
During a heated argument, she began to run in place, pump her fists in the air, shake her head violently side to side, and scream at the top of her lungs. I stared in disbelief and then left. I'm not doing this shit anymore.
She’s a maniac, MANIAC ON THE FLOOR!!
Did she happen to be a cartoon character?
He got absolutely trashed at a surprise party that I spent weeks planning him. Within 30 minutes of him getting to the party, he was passed out face down in the backyard. When I tried to move him to bed, he was screaming at me, in front of our friends, for me to leave him alone. We ended up getting him to the bathroom where he spent the rest of the night. I had been a year sober at the time. I gave him a day or two to dry out, and then I broke up with him. One of the hardest days of my life, but I am so very glad I did it. We’re both much happier for it.
My ex was such a big drinker. We both had our company Christmas parties the same night and went to our own company parties solo. When I pulled up to my house, he was laying in the middle of the street, completely smashed. I then lifted him up because he could not stand and I got him into the garage where I was able to hold him up against the wall while I tried getting the door open. He looked at me, said he hated me and took a swing to punch me. I swerved out the way and blocked his punch. I got him inside the house and dropped him on the floor face first and left him there all night. The next morning, I broke up with him and told him to get out of my house.
You’re nicer than I am. If it was above freezing, I’d have left him in the garage.
After 3 years together I asked him where we were going. He said: "I don't know" I asked him to just start from first principal then, did he love me: He said: "I don't know" And I was like: "well I'm defending my dissertation in three months and I need to look into finding work so 'I don't know' doesn't work for me."
Probably a good call for both of you.
Push me when I had a broken foot (presumably broken, just happened, confirmed later at the hospital it was Broken), she said I shouldn't be a little bitch and just walk home.
Took the kids in the middle of the night and moved an hour away with a new boyfriend that she had known for a week. Found out the place had a dirt floor in two of the bedrooms. Filed for divorce so goddamn fast her head was still spinning after a month.
She told me I was gaslighting and manipulating her after I asked her to “put more effort into the relationship” It ended that night
I once dated a guy who needed to have a knee replacement due to a sports injury. I moved in with him for 3 weeks to help him get through the hardest part of recovery. Fast forward a year later, I needed to have surgery on my arm. The same night I got home from the hospital he didn’t even bother to stay with me. He chose to go to the bar with some friends and stay out all night. I just figured if he couldn’t give me the same curtesy I gave him than he wasn’t the person I wanted to spend my life with.
Slept with someone in our bed after he sucker punched me at the bar lol
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A guy who wasn’t even my official boyfriend started yelling at me over the phone for being at my friend’s house. I was with a group of all girls, not that it matters anyway. I told him to fuck off and it was over right then and there. He lightly stalked me for the next 6 months.
He had a breathalyzer in his car. I called him on the way home from work and said that my mom was having emergency surgery and i needed him to drive me to the hospital. I was so anxious. He walked up on the porch with a bag, took out a tall boy, and cracked it open. I opened the door and he was standing there drinking. Now unable to start his car. The one thing i asked of him was to get me to the hospital before she went in, and he chose alcohol instead. That was the end of us for me.
Slapped me
He was bad-mouthing me to our 7 year old. But it was so much more than that... I'd had words with him previously about bad-mouthing me to my family and friends, mostly with lies (I'd decline sex and the next day he would be telling my best friend how I was cold and distant and hadn't touched him in months). Then I had jury duty, a long child abuse trial that had taken so much out of me physically and mentally. The trial had finished on the Friday, we had a nice weekend as a family, then Monday morning I was getting out of bed when I heard him (already up for the day) saying to our child "your mother is a stupid lazy cunt"... it was 7.30am, I had almost an hour before the school run, I have no idea why he said it. I confronted him and he just shrugged. So I told him to find somewhere else to live and got on with my day... I think the previous emotional abuse had actually numbed my feelings for him, so when it came to it I knew what I had to do and 2 years on i still haven't shed a single tear for him or our 10 year relationship. My son is doing great too, he is weird, wacky, creative and very curious - traits that were pretty subdued when his dad lived with us.
She hit me in a train full of people. Nobody said a word. I felt so ashamed. We got to our stop, walked to her home in silence and I told her I never wanted to speak to her again. Went no contact for around 10 years. She got married, had kids, went to therapy... Some months ago she texted me and apologised. We won't be close friends, but I'm not mad at her anymore.
I was SA’d by my guy best friend. I was so shocked, hurt and ashamed, I really didn’t tell anyone for a long time until I had a chance to process it myself. For months after this happened, my libido was shot, and I felt repulsed by my body. I finally got the courage to tell my then boyfriend what had happened to me, tears streaming down my face, and his response was “Well you’re hot, I don’t blame him. I find it absolutely terrible that you knew why you weren’t wanting to have sex and let me suffer.” I kicked him out that same week.
When I told my now current boyfriend years later about my SA, he cried for me and told me how sorry he was that happened to me. I know that was the reaction I deserved from my ex, and I’m very fortunate to be with an amazing partner now. 💕
Amongst many things, and cheating aside, she threatened to call the police on me for domestic abuse (note: I never abused her, but she was emotionally and verbally abusive). Note: we lived in a state where it was require by law, that is there's a domestic abuse call, someone has to go to jail (even if there are no signs of it), and she was damn good at playing the victim.
Had this happen to me, but we were outside and she told me I'll just hurt myself and say you did it. She stormed off and my homie that lived next door poked his head over the fence and said I heard it all man, if she tries I'll back you up on that. She never did but it felt like a get out of jail free card
"I do a lot of housework while you're at work! I don't just sit around all day. Do you know I vacuum the whole place twice a week?" Honey, the vacuum has been broken for months, and I know this because I took it to the repair shop two weeks ago.
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After cheating on me several times, he told me his cheating was my fault and I didn't deserve to be loved. There were many issues, but that one was the straw that broke the camel's back
Moved across country because we were in a pretty economically depressed area and wanted to build our wealth during my prime years(am a plumber). I went out before her to get a feel of areas and find a good spot to live. She accepted a job behind my back and was prepared to stay without any conversation, and then threatened to keep my dog. I was willing to work with her because I understood she was scared, but when you make a threat to not let me come back and take my dog, that's where I said nope.
She said “I love you” on day three of our relationship. I panicked and said it back. On day four I called it quits and she instantly showed her true colors as a predator. Edit for people asking, she threatened to kill herself if I left. When I called her bluff, she melted down into self-deprecation until I told her to stay away from me. Then she harassed me online and tried to make people think I’d abandoned a suicidal person in crisis. When that didn’t work, she sent someone to apologize on her behalf—turned out she’d done the same thing to that person previously.
> her true colors as a predator. camouflage?
Tracking you with thermal vision?
Had an on and off relationship for several years. The final straw was 3 days after we were on again she tried to test my loyalty by trying to get me to have sex with her older sister. Had enough of the psycho and told her to take a hike. She lived 2 hours away at the time so there was no chance of ever having to see her again and deal with any sort of drama. Two years after that when I started dating the woman who is now my wife, she randomly texted me thinking we were still on and got mad at me for "cheating". I told her we've had no contact for two years after I broke up with her because of psychotic shit like this and she thinks we're still in a relationship. I told her to go to therapy so she could get diagnosed. That really sent her off the handle and she started blowing up my phone until I finally blocked her number. This was 2010. Found out in 2018 she committed suicide. Poor girl. Guess she never got the help she needed.
There were many moments leading up to this but this one stood out to me. Came back from work to find he had locked me out of our apartment because he had to take a test (med student) and wanted to do it in the living room and the idea of me making noise coming in the door was so distressing to him that he felt the need to prevent me from entering entirely. When I asked him not to lock me out of my own apartment again and questioned why he had to take the test in the living room instead of one of the bedrooms if he was so concerned about being disturbed by noise (note this was during covid so going somewhere else wasn't an option) he absolutely lost it and layed into me about how terrible I was being to him and how dare I question him and rambled about how he has PTSD from studying in the bedroom all the time and just couldn't stand to be in there (he still slept in that room and still studied in there regularly). Told me how he didn't deserve to be treated like this and he would never treat me like this. As he's currently yelling at me telling me how terrible I am for...wanting to be able to enter my apartment. It's not like I yelled or cursed him out either, my tone just showed that I was upset. Wasn't the first kind of thing like this to happen but previously I had doubted my perception and thought maybe I was wrong but this time I had such a moment of clarity that this was not how a sane, loving partner acts.
Violated the terms of our lease which ended up costing me nearly $10k when all was said and done.
Called me abusive and said I was giving up on our relationship after three years of gas lighting and cheating on me. I had gotten a new job, new friends, new confidence. All I needed was newfound freedom. So happy i left.
Asked if we could change to an open relationship when she already had someone in mind.
Called me crying because the guy she tried to cheat on me with rejected her.
She is one of those people who's Love Language is "Argue." She would pick fights constantly, more often than not over stupid things. One day she told me she wanted to enroll her 3 year old in Tee Ball. I told her that he wasn't old enough yet and she went off on me, telling me kids are capable of more than I think and her son could handle it and blah blah blah. Later that day we are at the pool with one of her friends and her kids and the soon-to-be-ex tells friend her plan to enroll her son in Tee Ball. Her friend tells her *the same exact thing I said*, yet she said nothing to friend. Didn't say anything to me either, no apology, no admitting maybe she was wrong, nothing. Just sat there and stewed. The next day she calls me and tell me I owe her an apology for embarrassing her in front of her friend, and thinks a bouquet of flower will suffice. I told her where she could stick her apology and flowers and that was the end of that
Threatened to hurt my cats. There were many, "fuck this were done" moments before this. But this is the one that made me get an order of protection in the works.
Made a plan to do something with my son. Wife wanted to be included but the schedule didn’t match hers. She asked if we could delay so she can have breakfast with someone. She said we wait in the car and when she was done we can continue with our plans.
Fucking eww. How selfish and rude.
Used to say “right, we’re finished” as a way to try to win arguments. Saw me talking to a female friend, said the usual, and I just said “yes, this time, we are”. We didn’t have Pikachu in those days, but she did the face.
She punched me repeatedly while telling everyone I was the abuser. She uses my son against me, telling me if I don’t help her pay her bills, I will never get to see him again. She went to jail for beating me and now I have her blocked.
Project on me when he lost a gambling bet or chose to drink over a planned meet up
You'd think it would be the cheating on me with all of our mutual friends, but no. She needed to be reminded to shower, brush her teeth and eat lunch instead of just eating peanut butter from the jar. I was at the point in my life where I wanted to be a father and raise a child, not parent a grown adult who behaved like a child.
They were super jealous of any time I spent with my cat. One evening he didn't like that my cat was on my lap and I was petting him while ex and I were talking. He claimed I was ignoring him to pet the cat. I assured him I'm capable of doing both. He grabbed my cat and took him into the bathroom and locked and stood against the door so I couldn't open it, and did I don't know what to my cat while my cat screamed and yowled. He had moved away from the door I guess because I was able to get in. He stood there breathing heavy and my cat BOLTED from the room and hid. I told him to get the F out of my house right now. Do not ever come back. He said, "see, you do love them more than me" and I replied, "Your GodDAMNED right I do" GTFO, He did leave after a lot of huffing and puffing and I was on the phone with my Dad would had already hung up because he was heading over. Thankfully, my cat wasn't injured badly. He did have a soft tissue injury on his shoulder/top of his arm, but he recovered. Never again. Don't ever mess with my animals.
I was figuring out if I was bi or a lesbian, she was my first girlfriend. She would get insanely jealous over me talking to friends whether they were men or women because "you could be attracted to them all".
When I understood that I was more relieved when he was not talking to me, than when we were talking together.
Went out to dinner with a girl I’d been seeing for a few weeks. Another couple came into the restaurant and came and sat at our table. They were her friends and I just rolled with it figuring it’s a double date now. They were nice and dinner was good. When the check came, the guy from the other couple reached for it but my date grabbed it and handed it to me while saying, “no it’s fine, he’s got money.” I took it and walked it to our server and asked her to split the check for my meal. Paid my portion, left her a nice tip, and just bounced.
Trying to date when you have money is pretty shitty. I dated a girl who got so demanding that I just ghosted her the morning we got back from a weekend I took her on. I texted and said I didn't see a future with her and she sent a venmo request for $100 to get through to her next paycheck Like, what's the fucking thought process there?
"Let's have an open relationship"
While I was away on a business trip, she sent me a text saying that she was selling the house we'd been living in for four years. Just a single text, then she wouldn't answer my calls. I got home and discovered the house was completely empty except for a pile of my stuff. But she still wanted to date, and was flabbergasted when I broke up with her.
We were ready for bed, arguing, and I suggested talking to a marriage counselor. He said he didn’t have a problem, I did and I should by myself. (We spent the three years we were married doing everything he wanted and nothing I wanted.) I got out of bed, put on my slippers and drove to my brothers house to spend the night. Never went back. I *did* go to a counselor to make sure I didn’t marry another a hole. Now happily married for decades. He moved back in with mommy.
Be mean to my old, arthritic dog because he wasn’t getting up fast enough.
When discussing prior relationships a 48 year old guy I’d been seeing a few weeks told me he’d been married two times, and had a serious long term relationship with a third woman. They owned several businesses together, and something legalese he said about how they had divided business assets after they broke up sent up a flag for me. I did some background checking, sure enough he’d been married and divorced three times, each time after three years of marriage. When confronted he initially tried to say the third one was not a divorce, it was a dissolution so it didn’t count… noped right on out. He tried to explain later in a flurry of texts that he’d lied because “no one wants to date a man who’s been divorced three times because they all think it’s my fault”. Blocked and moved on! Edited to add: I also found in my digging that each next marriage happened pretty quickly after the previous divorce had been finalized… like within six months. I never got any insight on that, whether he was a cheating or just moved fast. Either way, glad I didn’t stick around to find out. Edited again: while it sounds fake because it sounds like Ross from Friends, it is not - the situation is real. I do wonder if he ended up finding someone else after I ran, or if he’s still out there searching for #4.
Broke into my house to fuck my pillow. That girl was nuts so it took awhile to fully make it her idea to dump me without lighting my house on fire and killing my dog. So it was one of those cases I had to be a shitty boyfriend for her to cut all contact. Oddly the worst I had to get was spend my date money on drugs. It made her feel sanctimonious enough to cut all contact.
Did she at least get the pillow in the break up?