“I never even talked to that guy, his friends just made up dumb crap to be mean.”
Turns out she dated him for almost a year, before losing her shit one day and stabbing him with her keys. Glad I dumped her before it was time for my shanking.
“wait here, I’m gonna be back”
Ex left me in her apartment, she went to work to pickup her paycheck. Hooked up with her boss and he took her to the casino 3 hour drive away.
She claims she forgot I was even at her place. When she finally answered my calls I told her I couldn’t lock up her place as she didn’t give me a key.
(She was on the 4th floor so I couldn’t just lock the door and go out a window)
If you have to emphasize he’s a friend, he isn’t just a friend. The fact that she and that online guy friend of hers met 2 days after we broke up and IMMEDIATELY got together as a couple said enough about her monkey branching and their emotional connection.
“I haven’t been in a relationship for 2 years” on our first date. Couple months later found videos of her fingerbanging herself on a laptop and saying I love you baby, messages of her wanting to go to a different state to marry someone. Someone she never fucking met as well. All of this. A month before our first date
Shockingly enough that wasn’t the only lie she told. And I stayed for another 5 years. 🤷🏻♂️
Not so much what he told me but what he didn’t. That he was a stripper and bisexual, and I later found out he stole and pawned all my gold jewelry while I was at work and never replaced it or said sorry. Also that he was wearing my clothes to strip out of, and that one business suit (it was the 80’s) that I’ll never have either replaced or want back.Ever.
Its not what she said, but what she did. I didnt want more kids. Her son was old enough to where we weren’t woken up at the butt crack of dawn. We were financially stable. She seemed OK and on board with everything. Little did I know she had other plans. Our relationship began to go downhill. I was ready to leave. She was ready to do whatever to keep me.
I used protection most of the time. There were occasions to where I was talked into not wearing a condom. The time that followed was the worst. When she got her period, a huge wave of relief flowed over my mind.
The day finally came to when I was told she was pregnant. I had put off getting married because I didnt like the way she treated her son’s father. I wanted to be sure she was the one. I had my doubts and we moved out of state far from my family. Our fights continued and i made a few attempts to leave and move back home, now we were getting married.
We bought our first house. It was the right size for a family of four. I remodeled every square inch of it. Inside and out. During this time I still insisted on using protection and there were times she was again very convincing that it was okay we didnt from time to time. Im talking once every few months. It wasnt long after the home was finished that I was hit again with “im pregnant”
We put the house up for sale and ended up getting more than the asking price. Bought our second home. It was a foreclosure that needed work but fit the budget. I was young and didnt mind starting a new huge project. As we were loading up the last bit of our belongings, I did one final sweep of the house.
I was checking everything. Tops of cabinets, closet shelves and bath vanities. Our room was the last of the home to check. I opened the vanity doors and drawers. Went to close the drawers and something kept the bottom one from closing. I pulled the drawer and found ovulation tests.
Even though we both agreed one then two kids were enough, she was determined for a third. She was determined to get pregnant, be married and always wanted three kids. I didnt say anything. I kept this bit of information up until the day I filed for divorce.
She loved me and only wanted to be with me, and that she cared about me.
But her actions showed that she used me to graduate from high school. She proved herself to be a cheater, a racist, and manipulative. When my dad died. She never showed up to the funeral and never showed me any comfort or affection.
“Don’t cry” and “It happened, now get over it because I’m tired of it.” Is what I got and gaslit.
We’ve been broken up for four years, and I’ve improved so much of my life. I wasn’t perfect, but I’ve become better. I’ve lost 87 pounds, became healthier emotionally, physically, spiritually, and mentally. I’ve graduated from college at 21, and I’m in university again at 24.
I also became aware of how I was toxic in the relationship and worked hard to change those behaviors. So I can be better for myself, and be better for my next girlfriend.
As bad as that relationship was, I wouldn’t change it and looking back, I’m glad it happened. It taught me what I didn’t want, who I want to be. Along with valuable lessons.
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“I never even talked to that guy, his friends just made up dumb crap to be mean.”
Turns out she dated him for almost a year, before losing her shit one day and stabbing him with her keys. Glad I dumped her before it was time for my shanking.
“I love you”
“I’m not judgmental” LMFAO
She swore she was vegan. Caught her deep-throating a hot dog at a party.
That she would remain as single for as long as possible after we broke up.
“wait here, I’m gonna be back”
Ex left me in her apartment, she went to work to pickup her paycheck. Hooked up with her boss and he took her to the casino 3 hour drive away.
She claims she forgot I was even at her place. When she finally answered my calls I told her I couldn’t lock up her place as she didn’t give me a key.
(She was on the 4th floor so I couldn’t just lock the door and go out a window)
“He is just a friend”
I do
We’re just friends
“He’s just a friend”
If you have to emphasize he’s a friend, he isn’t just a friend. The fact that she and that online guy friend of hers met 2 days after we broke up and IMMEDIATELY got together as a couple said enough about her monkey branching and their emotional connection.
Don’t worry about him.
She told me she was pregnant, and that it was mine.
Then that she was pregnant and it wasn’t mine.
Then that It was mine but she’d had a miscarriage.
Then that it wasn’t mine and she’d had an obortion.
Then that it was mine and that she’d had an abortion.
Then that it was mine and she hadn’t had an abortion or a miscarriage.
Then that she was never pregnant to begin with.
That was a wild 90 minutes. Never actually found out which was true.
“I haven’t been in a relationship for 2 years” on our first date. Couple months later found videos of her fingerbanging herself on a laptop and saying I love you baby, messages of her wanting to go to a different state to marry someone. Someone she never fucking met as well. All of this. A month before our first date
Shockingly enough that wasn’t the only lie she told. And I stayed for another 5 years. 🤷🏻♂️
“I don’t know him from a can of paint”
Not so much what he told me but what he didn’t. That he was a stripper and bisexual, and I later found out he stole and pawned all my gold jewelry while I was at work and never replaced it or said sorry. Also that he was wearing my clothes to strip out of, and that one business suit (it was the 80’s) that I’ll never have either replaced or want back.Ever.
Spamming the subreddit
My ticket is booked I’ll meet you in Hanoi on Thursday..
That she was spending all her time with Tracy.
Tracy happens to be a dude.
The standard he’s just a friend bullshit
“I love you the most”
“That’s my gay friend”
Its not what she said, but what she did. I didnt want more kids. Her son was old enough to where we weren’t woken up at the butt crack of dawn. We were financially stable. She seemed OK and on board with everything. Little did I know she had other plans. Our relationship began to go downhill. I was ready to leave. She was ready to do whatever to keep me.
I used protection most of the time. There were occasions to where I was talked into not wearing a condom. The time that followed was the worst. When she got her period, a huge wave of relief flowed over my mind.
The day finally came to when I was told she was pregnant. I had put off getting married because I didnt like the way she treated her son’s father. I wanted to be sure she was the one. I had my doubts and we moved out of state far from my family. Our fights continued and i made a few attempts to leave and move back home, now we were getting married.
We bought our first house. It was the right size for a family of four. I remodeled every square inch of it. Inside and out. During this time I still insisted on using protection and there were times she was again very convincing that it was okay we didnt from time to time. Im talking once every few months. It wasnt long after the home was finished that I was hit again with “im pregnant”
We put the house up for sale and ended up getting more than the asking price. Bought our second home. It was a foreclosure that needed work but fit the budget. I was young and didnt mind starting a new huge project. As we were loading up the last bit of our belongings, I did one final sweep of the house.
I was checking everything. Tops of cabinets, closet shelves and bath vanities. Our room was the last of the home to check. I opened the vanity doors and drawers. Went to close the drawers and something kept the bottom one from closing. I pulled the drawer and found ovulation tests.
Even though we both agreed one then two kids were enough, she was determined for a third. She was determined to get pregnant, be married and always wanted three kids. I didnt say anything. I kept this bit of information up until the day I filed for divorce.
I didn’t do it.
“it’s yours”
Her: I hate drama.
Also her: That’s not how you fold towels.
“I do”
She loved me and only wanted to be with me, and that she cared about me.
But her actions showed that she used me to graduate from high school. She proved herself to be a cheater, a racist, and manipulative. When my dad died. She never showed up to the funeral and never showed me any comfort or affection.
“Don’t cry” and “It happened, now get over it because I’m tired of it.” Is what I got and gaslit.
We’ve been broken up for four years, and I’ve improved so much of my life. I wasn’t perfect, but I’ve become better. I’ve lost 87 pounds, became healthier emotionally, physically, spiritually, and mentally. I’ve graduated from college at 21, and I’m in university again at 24.
I also became aware of how I was toxic in the relationship and worked hard to change those behaviors. So I can be better for myself, and be better for my next girlfriend.
As bad as that relationship was, I wouldn’t change it and looking back, I’m glad it happened. It taught me what I didn’t want, who I want to be. Along with valuable lessons.
“Yes honey your man tiddies are very well nippled”
“They’re just platonic friends.”
Yeah, I walked in on her platonic friends and her having a little threesome.
“I’m on birth control”
” look at him! You have nothing to worry about”
he is just a friend
She lied about apologizing for accusing me of incest with my mother. Couldnt tell me when she did it or what she said but she swore to god she did.
That she was pregnant. When she showed me the damn ultrasound the date was 9-13-2005…..it was 7-23-2009. She had a 3 year old. I didn’t buy it.
I wont leave you ever