14 ‘Crazy Ex-Girlfriends’ Reveal Their Side Of The Story

May 4, 2016 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH

1. I had an undiagnosed mental disorder and didn’t understand how to handle emotions appropriately.

 

2. I found out that my ex was a registered sex offender (the victim was a young child), on probation, considered at high risk to reoffend, and had several court mandated restrictions and requirements. His dad and stepmother had helped him hide it from me for close to 3 years.

I dumped him immediately and went no contact, but a friend of mine started dating him. She helped care for her sister’s child, who was the same age and gender as my ex’s victim. I told her and she confronted him. He denied it and said that I was a crazy jealous bitch who couldn’t handle being dumped. She accused me of slandering him and trying to ruin his life. This was before the Internet, so I showed her the court records I had copies of. She dumped him and outed him publicly.

He then went on a campaign to trash me to anyone who would listen to his rants. I was crazy, a whore, cheated on him, had stds, stole from him, physically assaulted him, turned tricks to support a drug habit, you name it, I did it.

I’m just glad this happened in the early 90s or he’d have put it all online and it’d have been a lot harder to put behind me.

 

3. I found out that my ex was a registered sex offender (the victim was a young child), on probation, considered at high risk to reoffend, and had several court mandated restrictions and requirements. His dad and stepmother had helped him hide it from me for close to 3 years.

I dumped him immediately and went no contact, but a friend of mine started dating him. She helped care for her sister’s child, who was the same age and gender as my ex’s victim. I told her and she confronted him. He denied it and said that I was a crazy jealous bitch who couldn’t handle being dumped. She accused me of slandering him and trying to ruin his life. This was before the Internet, so I showed her the court records I had copies of. She dumped him and outed him publicly.

He then went on a campaign to trash me to anyone who would listen to his rants. I was crazy, a whore, cheated on him, had stds, stole from him, physically assaulted him, turned tricks to support a drug habit, you name it, I did it.

I’m just glad this happened in the early 90s or he’d have put it all online and it’d have been a lot harder to put behind me.

 

4. I was called the crazy ex-girlfriend. We dated for five years so we had many friends in common. I found out he was cheating on me through sexts on his mac he left open while he was in the shower. I freaked out and I threw his stuff out of MY apartment (he was living there ‘temporarily’ until he could find a job). I wanted to be alone to figure my life out so I turned off my phone so he couldn’t contact me and took off work for a couple days.

After mentally recuperating, I turn on my phone to some mutual friends calling me a bitch and I’m blocking you! etc. I find out that he had told them I threw him out of OUR apartment because he was talking to his sister and I thought he was cheating. He said I made him homeless. They believed him because I never responded to the accusations because my phone was off! So now they think I’m super jealous and I was crazy because I made him ‘homeless’ (his parents live 45 min away, he started living with them).

Luckily some people believed me, but for the most part, a lot of those mutual friends took his side. This happened six months ago and I still am getting flak for it. Too bad I never took screenshots of the sexts

 

5. Met this guy over the Internet. We met, slept together a few times. Told me about an ex of his who was so unhygienic that she would not use anything on the first full day of her period, and barely changed her tampons. HE told ME that she has HPV. I went and got tested, gyno said I had four abnormal cells. I told the guy.

He flipped it on me, said I must’ve been the one to give it to her (even though she had full HPV), and broke things off with me. Then called me a crazy bitch when I called to scream at him for being such an asshole.

He married her. Ick.

 

6. We got engaged and decided to buy a house. I put up the whole down payment, he had to pay off some debt. The mortgage was to come out of a joint account I set up but he never went to the bank to sign adding his name, so it was just me. He promised to give me half the mortgage payment every two weeks. He didn’t. I was so stressed for money and when I brought it up he would get mad, explain how he pays for other things (bills split 70/30 me paying more). He would constantly bring up how I put fifteen pounds on how I wasn’t as fun as I used to be. I was constantly stressed with money, so our sex life dropped. He was a supposed handy man, and we undertook a bathroom reno. I was the one who smashed the tile, cut and laid the tile, and fixed the drywall after watching YouTube videos while he sat on the couch drinking +15 beers a day.

He made 15g more than I did a year. He had only given me 300 dollars for the mortgage we were supposed to split. He covered our monthly bills, which were 300 a month, while I paid 2g for the mortgage and I covered our grocery bill. I’m 5’3″ and 110lbs while he was 6’4″ and 220lbs. After two years (I know…) I was up late at night doing our taxes and his phone buzzed. I checked it because I thought maybe it was a buddy looking for a ride after drinking and saw it was a girl asking him if he wanted to meet up sometime. There was no previous conversation with them but I saw multiple long phone calls with her while at work.

I snapped. I had done so much and lost so much for him to start talking other girls?? I carried him financially and stood by him as he destroyed relationships with family members and friends where he was wrong.

I kicked him out. I calmly packed his stuff, woke him up and told him to leave. He told everyone I had gained weight, I was the worst sex ever, I was crazy and always checking his phone, and used him for his money. I was devastated. On top of this, the day we broke up he slept with another girl which just crushed me. I sent way more angry texts than I am proud of and way too many phone calls. I cringe when I think about it.

But I’m happy to say 6 months later, all mutual friends have ditched him and even just his friends, my acquaintances, have abandoned him. I also lost those fifteen pounds, still have a house while he lives with his parents, and got a huge promotion so I make twice as much as him. I’m a lot happier but there was a crazy, rough few months there. Sometimes you get pushed to the edge?

 

7. I had a terrible birthday that year. My moms had a positive biopsy, the cancer had spread, and at that it looked super high risk. There was drama at work, where I had to perform layoffs on some long term employees. I texted him about it. He texted me back to make sure I was going to be home that night, and that he was then at my apartment. I thought maybe he was going to surprise me with dinner or something.

I come home and he had been watching my tv (his cable was off) and left fast food wrappers all over my couch. I was miserable and planned to take a bath and get drunk. Next thing you know, his son is at the door. My ex had dropped him off, expecting me to babysit overnight while he went to Hooters with friends. He refused to answer his phone. When he did, he said he didn’t see the big deal, as I said I would be home.

His version? I broke up with him because he didn’t get me a birthday present, and I was too materialistic.

 

8. I was meeting his friends for the first time. We all went out and then came back to his house for drinks. I’m talking to his friends getting to know them and be social. He’s upstairs and talking to another friend. Girl walks in and goes up stairs I think nothing of it until his friend comes down and I’m being directed elsewhere.

I realize they’re trying to distract me and of course since I’d been drinking everything was a lot bigger of a deal. I throw a fit and go and knock at the LOCKED door and might’ve start screaming because what else was I supposed to do when he guy your seeing is in a locked room with a pretty girl? I’m humiliated, can’t be talked down and am alone cause they’re all his friends. Screaming, crying and the like.

So that’s how I became the crazy one.

 

9. Years ago, I met a guy. It was an instant attraction (for me) and for a time, him too. Things were pretty intense and then for some inexplicable reason he faded on me.

This was all over the course of three years.

It literally drove me crazy when he faded on me. I couldn’t understand why. I was so invested emotionally, just being near him made my body react. Everything just felt right when I was around him.

So when it turned out he wasn’t feeling the same, I couldn’t understand it.

I was hurt, so, so hurt, and angry and not knowing why sent me into a really weird headspace. I became obsessed.

I never blew up his phone or anything like that. Instead, I’d try to time things and be places I knew he’d be.

When I heard from a mutual friend about an ex gf of his, I got really jealous and paranoid. Was he seeing her again? WHy? Why her not me? What was wrong with me?

So I became obsessed with her too and this is where things got weird.

I began doing drive bys on both their houses. If I saw his car at her house I’d drive around and around until he’d leave.

I’d check to see when he was last logged on to facebook (seriously, that last online timestamp feature is a full stalker tool), I’d try to work out if they were having sex by the amount of times he logged on.

Before long though, instead of driving by, I began wearing a disguise and walking by her house. I never went to his, just hers when he was there.

The pain I’d feel in my chest when I saw his car there was unbearable. I HAD to know what they were doing. Why her not me?

I escalated to crawling along in bushes outside her house in my ridiculous disguise to try and hear what they were talking about.

I heard them having sex a few times. It was sick and creepy and I really fucking hate that I know any of that.

My behaviour got even worse and I did a few other things I won’t write here.

Eventually, I began lurking around outside his house. Long story short, he came right out and confronted me one night, while in “disguise”. He said my name, but instead of seeming angry or weirded out, he just laughed.

I stopped all my silly antics after that, but fuck, why did I do it? I don’t know myself. The worst part was that during all these lonely sad nights I spent doing this, I knew it was crazy and weird. But I still did it.

During the time I was in treatment for suicide attempts and BPD but I still carried on like a weirdo. I never told my therapists about him or her or what I was doing.

I wish I had the excuse that I was super crazy and was hearing voices or blacking out, but I made a choice. I hated doing it so much, but I still did and I’m a seemingly normal, well educated person.

It’s been a few years now, and thinking about it now… it’s like it was someone else. Why did I do that? Will I do it again? Why did I get weird about him and no one else?

I don’t know…

 

10. I must be the crazy ex-wife. Every one of my ex-husband’s exes were “crazy bitches” so I’m probably no exception.

My ex-husband, Jon, was a complete asshat. Is a complete asshat. He was controlling, terrifying, and abusive, both emotionally, verbally, and physically. When I was pregnant with our son, he yelled at me over a fucking mistake he made at work; I was panicking so badly I ended up in the hospital with false contractions.

The first time he hit me was three days after our honeymoon. I spent too much money on groceries.

It went on like that for the next year. He threatened to kill me, kill himself, kill his son (my stepson), kill our son, hurt our animals, etc. I weighed 78 lbs (while being 4 foot 10 inches in height) when I left him in December 2014.

When he hit me on our first anniversary (because I had asked him to maybe, you know, not invite his friends over to smoke meth on our anniversary), I told him if he did it again, I was going to leave.

He broke three of my ribs on December 10th, 2014, by pushing me over into the coffee table; he wanted my phone, and I didn’t want him to have it. He then proceeded to ransack the house, and steal my medication (antibiotics and painkillers from a root canal), and took my phone away before going to work.

I sold my wedding ring at the pawn shop; I was hoping to stick it out for another week, just so I could go to Key West, FL with my grandmother and have one fucking week where I wouldn’t have to be a wife, a mom, or a fucking victim. The money I got from my ring I gave to him; his logic had been “I bought the phone to give to you as a present, so it’s mine and you have no right to privacy”. So I paid him. “It’s my phone, now, and you can’t take it away” is what I said (I think?)

Three days later, I’m working at my dad’s house with my son (who wasn’t even 18 months old yet), so I could make sure there would be groceries for the family while I was gone. It was Jon’s day off, and he spent it snorting morphine, and nodding off. He called me.

“Why are you never home on my days off your fucking cunt?”

My reply:

“I really don’t feel like being around you.”

His reply:

“Good, don’t come back.”

Me:

“Okay.”

Hung up, got a hotel room, got an order of protection, filed for divorce, skipped going to Key West. Thankfully, my son was with ME, and I had snuck out two giant bags of clothes and stuff to my mom’s house a few weeks prior.

I never cheated on him, despite his constant accusations. The fucking asshole spent more money on a lawyer to try and keep my son away from me than he did on his children’s healthcare.

He stalked me for almost a year. He threatened to kill my current boyfriend. He’s doing everything he can to take my son away from me.

Fuck you Jon.

 

11. In the eyes of his family, im a crazy girl who caused him to lose his job with a prominent university in our state by filing a restraining order against him. Then after the restraining order was dismissed i further ruined his life by accusing him of/him being prosecuted for domestic violence, and it causing him to lose custody of his son.

In reality, he threatened to murder me and my family after i broke up with him the first time, causing me to file the restraining order. Being young and dumb, i attempted to rekindle the relationship after the restraining order was dismissed. After a couple of months, he hacked into my facebook account and posted naked photos of me, then beat the shit out of me when i confronted him about it, which is why he got domestic violence charges. Aaand he lost his son because he likes to smoke pot and blow it in his face and let him play with his bong.

Not crazy, just stupid.

 

12. He began stealing alcohol from our roommate (we were underage and couldn’t buy it). He’d get trashed by himself and I’d have to help him to bed. Once he reached 21, he’d just get drunk and not come home. He moved onto other things, like smoking cigarettes and weed, then onto cocaine and adderall. I’m not against experimenting, but I was terrified because I cared about him and he took everything to extremes. He told me I wasn’t fun. I didn’t know how to party. He said my job wasn’t stressful and that he needed these things. Whenever he was too tired to go out, he’d tell his friends and family that I said he couldn’t go.

I figured this was a phase, and I tried to ignore it but I’d always end up venting my frustration. I was heavily invested in college and getting a job I liked, whereas he dropped out and essentially scammed people for a living. I was so angry that he didn’t care about building a good career and getting an education. I drifted away from him because we had nothing in common. I tried to break up with him so many times and he’d threaten to kill himself and swore he’d stop drinking/doing cocaine/get a job, etc. It’s a long story but I haven’t talked to him in two years and his family firmly believes I’m fucking insane and that he’s a victim who’s still going through a youthful phase (he’s 27 now).

 

13. When my mom died, I acted out. Looking back, I see I created havoc in all sorts of personal relationships during those first 2 – 3 years after her death. I was selfish, demanding, thoughtless and I hurt people. Looking back, I see this. I’m not proud.

This was years ago.

But I offer this to you all. Check into “crazy chicks” family life. See if there are major changes. A death of a mom to a female, well, it will leave her unbalanced if she is not in a secure relationship /safe place.

 

14. I have Aspergers Syndrome that went ignored until I was eighteen. I didn’t know what to do with my emotions, especially as he was emotionally/mentally abusive and that left me completely bewildered – so I kind of just went mental.

 

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