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psychos ex husband

July 19th, 2010

me and my husband lead an happy life for a while,after few days he started troubling me like hell,i dono what drove him to do like that?am just mad on him ,i did whatever he want in al sort of things,but day by day his love towards me got worse than b4,since then am very sincere to my husband,he used to torture me at the time we made love he behaved like an psycho,
aftr some days i came to know he is such an womeniser i ever met in my life,i got rashes all over my body and consulted doctor he said it as an std,am just shocked on hearing that ,days goes on my life getting worse,he beaten me with belt ,then he always suspected me ,even he had affair with so many girls but stil used to beat me,we got an kid ,he is not at al sffection towards me,he got kid with my servant maid vidhya,my blood frozen up,so i just get rid of him from the day i heard the affair with servant maid

dated someone i grew up with for 7 yrs, and i didnt like him growing up!

June 2nd, 2010

So I grew up in a apt complex since i was 12 and I hung out with a grup of guys some were my friends brothers and some were just my friends, there was one in the group named (we will call him krew) well krew was the one i thought was annoying and gross because all he did was flirt with every girl and at that age guys like that just bugged me I have pretty high morals and he just seemed to be everything I disliked in a male.I just didnt pay him any attention.

well 3 yrs went by and we were all still hanging out, and we were all outside and he hits on me and I blew him off well for 3months he emailed me, texted me, called my friends. He wanted to be with me and finally I gave in I felt like no one would try that hard if they didnt mean it. I WAS WRONG!!!!

We did fall in love yes the real kind and I was so young I really didnt know what I was doing.Well from the start he dumbed me after a month because of a girl at school, we got back together and I will just try to sum this up as best as i can.In the last 7 yrs my dumb butt stayed with a really terrible guy who got with my cousin in my room,slept with 2 of my friends, broke everything i own and broke my front door when I told him leave, broke my window once,tried to get with my sister using someone elses phone to call her on,stole numbers of friends and family from my phone,punched holes in my walls and doors and here is the best one One,one of the guys in our group (WE WILL CALL HIM LUIS) was my bestfriend and we developed feelings before krew and I ever happened and krew knew that, they were friends.Well in one of krew’s and my breaks ups luis and I hooked up and we kept it between us, its no one’s business.

Krew was supposed to come to my house one night (we were back together again) after work and he was like a hour late and I called his cell it rang and rang and I texted but no reply so I got this vrazy feeling that something was wrong.Krew still lived in the complex, so I walk to his house and i notice his bedroom light and then it turned off, so i threw a pebble at the window and he looked out and basically gave me a get the hell out of here face and closed the blinds, so i knocked on the door and he answered and I said “who is in there?!!” and some girls voice goes “who is that?” I was pissed and started running my mouth and I said “tell that bi*ch to come out here” she did and man she was huge!!!! I was like ok i talked to much trash to back down and this gir runs by me crying!! lol lucky me. I went up to krew and said why did you lie to me? and have you slept with her? and he goes “YEA I SLEPT WITH HER A LOT” I couldnt handle anymore and i said “yea so did me and luis’ and he punches me in the face and i started bleeding every were and my lip was huge and it was just terrible. Why I let myself go through that was so dumb and I should of stuck to gut feelings from when i was 12 because krew was exactly who I thought he was.

Made for a Law and Order Episode But It’s My Real Life

May 18th, 2010

First Episode of two:
Long term relationship goes sour because of infidelity. Husband attempts serious reconciliation and repair of trust. However, female preys on feelings and misuses circumstance to belittle and manipulate. Wife contacts his x-girlfriend using a wav recording to disguise her voice. Wife uses husband’s phone number to deceive x-girlfriend that he was calling. Call made without using husband’s phone. X-girlfriend knows it is her but can’t prove it.
2nd Episode (Part 11)
Husband is made aware of wife’s contact to xgirlfriend by xgirlfriend. Confronts wife but she denies it. Husband gets tested for HIV. Wife’s behavior escalates. She contacts husbands cell – using the HIV labs phone number and leaving a voicemail to deceive husband into believing results are positive. He had already been informed results were negative. He commits suicide. The xgirlfriend is the only one who can now bring wife to justice.
TV no – reality yes. Minus the suicide.

Long Story

May 13th, 2010

My ex (we’ll call him Grunge Boy) and I dated off-and-on for about four years total. I first developed feelings for him when I was 15. I was shy, nerdy and innocent and had never received any attention from guys before.

He was, well… troubled. His family was fairly poor (although they loved him to death) and he always had a chip on his shoulder about it. He skipped school, got into trouble with the law, drank, did drugs, you name it. I guess I thought I could save him or something.

It was pretty much your stereotypical teen love story: intense, unhealthy, and plenty dramatic.

Five months after we began dating I moved away and our relationship became long distance. Not long after that I found out that he had hooked up with a visiting ex before I had even left. I forgave him because I wanted to be the cool, supportive girlfriend, and because he seemed genuinely sorry and broken up about it (though he maintained that he just “didn’t know what happened”).

During that time I began coming out of my shell quite a bit. This drove Grunge Boy nuts. He was clingy, needy, insecure and constantly passive-aggressive. He guilt-tripped me into wracking up hundreds of dollars in long-distance phone bills and didn’t really seem to care when my parents began to hate him for sucking my time and energy.

I began to develop feelings for another boy, but felt too obligated towards Grunge Boy to break up with him. Several months later I finally worked up the guts to go visit G.B. and vowed that I would end it. I still cared very much about him, but I felt like he was smothering me. On the plane I drafted a long, heartfelt letter pouring out my feelings, but when I got there, I hesitated.

Unfortunately Grunge Boy wasted no time in involving me with drugs and alcohol and getting both of us in trouble with the police. Thankfully, the cops let us go (probably due to my terrified weeping) but my parents forbade me from seeing him until I was 18. Before I left, I cried and gave him the letter and told him I would always love him. He promptly burned the letter and refused to take no for an answer, effectively bullying me into continuing our relationship behind my parents’ backs.

Why didn’t I just leave? I was young, inexperienced and insecure. I really did care for him, and he knew exactly what my weaknesses were. He was an expert at making me feel guilty for standing up for myself, and justified his behavior by saying it was because he just loved and needed me so damn much.

So I was miserable. My life began spiraling out of control, and after about a year I decided transfer schools. Things got slightly better, though with no real friends to monopolize my time, more of it was spent on Grunge Boy. Which didn’t stop him from forming a suspiciously close relationship with a new female friend of his (we’ll call her Hot Mess). Red flags were popping up left and right, but I swallowed my pride and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Cut to a few months later, when everything came to light. Turns out he’d cheated on me with at least two girls, one of whom was (surprise, surprise) Hot Mess. The first had been a one-night stand, but it seems that he’d had an ongoing sexual relationship with Hot Mess (who knew all about me, by the way).

Upon revealing his transgressions he promptly dumped me, citing the overwhelming guilt. I tried to be as understanding as I could and, telling myself that I still cared about him, forgave him and allowed us to remain friends. He was far too controlling to let me go, so as we continued to talk on a nightly basis his possessiveness began creeping back into our conversations. By that summer he was pestering me to take him back and whining that my reasons not to weren’t good enough.

By that time I’d graduated high school and begun college while he’d dropped out and been arrested. Dodging court dates left and right, he found that visiting me at school was a good way to lay low, get me to pay for things (he was broke), sell weed on my campus and generally leech off me and disrupt my life. Everyone I knew absolutely hated him, but I guiltily defended him because, as he kept insisting, I had more history with him than with any of my new friends.

Finally, able to evade the law no more, he ran away to the opposite coast in an attempt to escape his record. For a while I could breathe, as he was too far away to really harass me, and I was genuinely proud of him for working hard and trying to make it on his own. My sophomore year I saved up money and bought a plane ticket to go see him for two weeks.

Being there really opened my eyes to how little he had changed. Though he wasn’t getting enough hours at work, he refused to look for a new job and instead guilt-tripped me into spending hundreds of dollars in paying for everything. He got kicked out of his apartment the night I was left due to conflicts with his roommate. I spend the next few weeks doing everything I could to try and find him a new place to live, but he never followed through on any of my leads.

He finally ended up living in a tent with a buddy of his, working a minimum-wage job, smoking weed and getting chased around by the cops. By this time I was beginning to realize just how ridiculous my loyalty to him really was.

That summer a close friend from school (we’ll call him Awesome Boy) came to visit me at home. At the same time, Grunge Boy decided he’d had enough being homeless and decided to move back in with his parents. He called me up and told me to be free when he returned. I protested that I was going to have a visitor, and he flipped out.

He nagged about how he was obviously more important than Awesome Boy and how I should just blow A.B. off to see Grunge Boy. That was it. I put my foot down and said that no, I would not be seeing Grunge Boy while Awesome Boy was visiting.

Grunge Boy promptly stopped speaking with me for the duration of Awesome Boy’s visit. Now, Awesome Boy had carried a torch for me for some time, but I had always held him at arm’s length because I didn’t want to foist all of my Grunge Boy Drama on him. I guess this last episode was the motivation I needed to just go for it, and Awesome Boy and I hooked up.

Grunge Boy was not happy in the least. Sure, we weren’t dating, but I was HIS, dammit. I spent the entire rest of the summer in long, tearful, circular arguments with him in which I attempted to extract myself from his grasp and he attempted to manipulate me into surrendering.

Finally, I took the plunge and told him that it was over, for real this time. He proceeded to act like a psychopath for the following few months, cutting me out of his life one day and pretending that everything was fine the next, admitting to violent fantasies about me and then threatening to hurt himself, telling me he loved me before turning around and calling me a bitch and a slut.

This was exactly what I needed to get him out of my system. I let him rage all he wanted to, knowing that I was finally over the whole thing. Realizing that he wasn’t getting a reaction out of me, he finally stopped speaking to me altogether.

It’s been about a year since then, and Awesome Boy and I are still happily dating. Grunge Boy rears his head once in a while with a brief and carefully nonchalant facebook message, but I have yet to see him. The further I get from that relationship, the more I feel like a narrowly escaped a massive car wreck.

liar? from day one? and we grew up together!!

April 29th, 2010

So my ex and I grew up in the same complex since i was 12, we had the same friends mostly guys but that was just the way it was and i was friends with their sisters to.So I believe we were all friends hung out grew up together but my ex which was in the group I never liked not at all his cocky ways and flirting with girl’s and sex talk it was weird I was 12 but neways one of the guys and I had feelings for each other it was real but we never dated but years later we opened up…so at 15 my ex starts flirting with me like he did Evey girl and he wouldn’t stop he called emailed for 3 months just to be with me so i gave it a chance we actually fell for one another but from day one i knew who he was, one month into the relationship he dumped for another girl, well this lasted 7 yrs breaking up getting back together.Once in the break up the other guy(mutual friend) that’s when we admitted our feelings we got together and he told me my ex was dating someone else and a bunch of hurtful things of course I took my ex’s side..well my ex and i planned to hangout one night we were broken up but it’s still what we had planned…he got off work didn’t show up..waited and waited and called and text ed nothing back..i got a feeling so i walked to his apt, I see his bedroom light on and then it goes off he lives upstairs so i threw a pebble and he looked out and closed the blinds so i went to the door and asked”who is in there?” he said no one but then the girl goes who’s that? And me being a smart ass bitch at time’s started running my mouth “tell that bi*ch come out here” and she did and omg she was huge!!!! I was telling myself you gotta finish what you started and i kept talking and she cried so that was weird, and she leaves and i said whos that and he said a girl he been serious with and chased after her..I was he most serious girl he has been with yet though and i asked if he slept with her and he said YEA A BUNCH OF FUC*KING TIMES!! and it hurt so much so i said yea so did me and the mutual friend and then…he punched me in the face and i was at the top of the stair case and almost fell.I looked down and my mouth was pouring blood blood and my lip was busted..and my cousin had called and over heard in my pocket and he drove to my ex’s well i was here and basically scared him to death and his friend came with a bat..my cousin is younger then me and he is 6 ft 7in 200lbs..but my ex never changed he cried but he stayed abusive and says im a hoe for sleeping with his friend…the guy I meet before him and had feelings for first..I just dealt with the abuse for seven years..

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Lipstick Smiles

September 17th, 2009

I dated a chick from when I was 17-19. Things were OK for the first 2.5 years, but when she didn’t get into med school, man did things take a turn for the worst. To make a long story short, we broke up on good terms. Heck, I even called her every other week. It was cool. Then at a club one day, she saw me dancing with some next chick and SHE FLIPPED. She threw her drink in my face, and made a huge scene, all the while screaming that I had abandoned her and our two year old son, who doesn’t exist. But my some fluke of a miracle, the chick I was dancing with believed me when I said she was crazy, and ended up coming to my apt with me that night. But yes, the story continues. We walk into my place, a little buzzed, a little.. romantic, and there she was. My psycho ex. Drawing smiley faces in lipstick on my TV. On my fridge. On my mantle. On my mirrors. She stormed out like a bat from a cave, then called me the next morning like everything was cool. Coincidentally, the next month I moved out of state.