People Share The Most Messed Up Thing Their Psycho-Ex Did To Them

These people share the terrible things their significant others did to them, both pre- and post-breakup.

He Kept Her Secret, But It Wasn’t Real

“My high school girlfriend told me she had cancer after our first date. She asked me not to tell anyone and that her parents got upset if it was mentioned so to not talk about it with anyone. I dated her for six months. She turned herself anorexic to appear ‘sickly.’ Once I started making friends, no one understood why I was with her and I kept her secret.

Well, I finally put two and two together after she told me she was going in for chemo on a Monday. She said she wasn’t going to be at school for at least a week. I caught her trying to hide from me before the first class and asked her how her chemo went. She said it went so well and that all her hair fell out but they sewed it all together and sewed the wig to her head. Yeah. She was a special one.”

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A 29-Year-Old Temper Tantrum

“I went out of town for my best friend’s wedding, in which I was a bridesmaid. I didn’t take my boyfriend at the time as per request of the bride. It is her day and considering my boyfriend and I were on the outs at the time, I was not opposed to this. He was an ADD kid and didn’t get his meds refilled before I left town for four days. This is his meltdown.

The weekend started off ok, we would text back and forth but I wouldn’t be able to reply as fast because I’m helping with a wedding. He overdosed and told me he was wandering around outside. Then doesn’t answer his phone for six hours, and I’m panicking because I’m a six-hour drive away from my home and I don’t know if he’s wandered off in his messed-up state or not. I break down, my best friend’s stepdad, an ex-cop, sits with me and lets me know some options on what I can do from far away. Eventually, I sent my apartment manager over to see if he had left the house or not. Apparently, he had fallen asleep because he took so many pills.

The actual day of the ceremony, he flips out again because I don’t have time to talk to him at all. Tensions are high for the wedding party because we are pushing to get this ceremony on its way. I leave my phone in my bag while I help the bride and groom. I come back to no less than 10 voicemails and 30 texts, half of it incoherent ‘hdjwkfisiajdj’ style typing. This continues the whole weekend. I stop responding.

I come home to find my blinds torn, DVD player smashed, cooking oil spilled all over my kitchen floor, and my entire nail polish collection (over 50 colors) destroyed. I’m still finding cracked bottles, it’s amazing how I haven’t died from all those fumes. Red colored kool-aid was splashed EVERYWHERE, even INSIDE KITCHEN DRAWERS. I don’t even know how that happened. He didn’t apologize for any of it, his only words were, ‘you made me do it. If you hadn’t ignored me this would have never happened.’

We are no longer together of course but this is just one episode of many. This man will be 30 years old next month. I pity his next girlfriend.”

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A Wild Ride

“I was 18 years old, we’d been dating for about eight months, and I broke up with him because my parents were treating me differently. It put too much strain on both my boyfriend and me, and my relationship with my parents was hurting and I couldn’t take it. I broke up with him one night and about a week later, he showed up at my parent’s house wanting to talk to me. My mom answered the door. I didn’t want any part of it, so she told him to go away. He got belligerent and eventually left, so she called the police. He was pulled over and given a warning, then they let him be.

Then one day, my dad was at work, mom was out with my sister, and I was playing Mario Party 8 on my Wii at home. There was a knock at the back door, and I looked through the glass from the couch and he was looking in, trying to talk to me. Again, I didn’t want any part of it, so I ignored him. He got mad and shouldered the door. The frame cracked. He did it again and the door burst open. I said, ‘What are you doing?’ and he grabbed me and put me on his shoulder and carried me outside. I figured he was just going to put me in the front seat and leave with me but then he popped the trunk of his car with the remote and I realized what was going to happen. I twisted a little, which surprised him, and he dropped me, but then he put me in a headlock where I couldn’t breathe and I stopped struggling. He tossed me in the trunk, shut it and drove off.

At this point, I was doing everything I could to get out of the trunk. It was a Buick Le Sabre; the model which, of course, doesn’t have a way to open the trunk from the inside. I started kicking the back of the seats to get out. I eventually got one open enough to stick my head through to get some air. It was in August, and the temperatures outside were riding 95 degrees, so inside the trunk was about 110. I got my head out and could finally breathe. He had calmed down a bit, and I knew he just wanted to talk to me, so he didn’t really freak when I was able to climb into the backseat.

When he was putting me in the trunk, the neighbor kids were outside and they saw what was happening and ran inside to tell their parents. Parents called the police, police called my mom, and my mom was doing 95 down the highway to get home.

The ex-boyfriend drove me an hour and a half away to an old camp he used to go to and we talked for a while. He then took me to Pizza Hut because I said I was hungry. I remember wondering why no one was concerned that I was waiting for a pizza without shoes or socks on. Because no one said anything, I figured my parents hadn’t realized what had happened yet. Little did I know, an Amber Alert had already been issued.

Anyways, he decided he didn’t want to go to jail, so he started taking me back to his house. When he got there, the cops were waiting for him and tried to taser him. They missed and he jumped back in his car and did a u-turn. He started driving through the city at speeds of 60-85 MPH. He was going to get on the highway but the police had it blocked off with spike strips, so he turned onto a road that dead-ended. He ended up crashing into a tree. I was in the front seat by this time.

The cops swarmed the car, pulled us both out, and put us in separate cop cars. Once everything was situated, the cops transported me back to the police station in my city. My parents and sister were there and freaked out. The whole ordeal lasted around 10 hours. The ex got four years and is now out of jail in a half-way house.”

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The Lies Won’t Stop

“I broke up with the girl on a Monday, but me being me, I tried to stay friends with her. When I broke up with her, she kept saying I needed to give her six more weeks for closure, and that I was her last chance at dating (she is only 28).

On Friday she shows up and says ‘I am going to let you go, but I want you to know I am pregnant.’ The next day she calls me, saying she is going to the ER. Later that day I get a phone call. She says that it’s a tubular pregnancy and she needs to take the abortion pill. She asked me if I would come over that night because she would need moral support. I felt obligated to go.

When I was there, I told her I was going to leave when she went to bed. She started to cry and said she was afraid she might hurt herself, so I needed to stay there. That freaked me out a bit, so I did. At night then she took my hand, put it on her belly and said, ‘say goodbye.’

So, the next day I woke up and got out, figuring it was all over. That Monday, I get a phone call and she says, ‘I am still pregnant.’ Apparently, according to her, she had had twins, and the one had survived. I told her I wanted to go with her to her next doctor’s appointment. She said fine, it was Wednesday.

On Tuesday she messaged me and told me the doctor had an opening, so she went early. She asked if I wanted a picture of the sonogram. I said sure. She sent me one and I looked at it. There was no information on it, so I asked her and she said they emailed it to her. Made sense, they removed all identifiable information. Two days later, a friend with better Google powers than me found that same picture online under someone else’s name. You could even see where parts of the image she gave me had elements removed.

I confronted her about it. She said she couldn’t believe I wouldn’t believe her and my child would never know who I am. The next day she sent me an email saying her lawyer would be in touch. Then she sent me an email saying she was going to have the abortion, but I needed to pick her up and pay for it. Five minutes later, she sent me an email saying that if I didn’t respond, she would keep the child.

I responded back saying that I had found the image, showed her the link, and said her story has about 1:500,000 chance of being real, even without the fake image. I said if she continued to harass me, I would get a protection from harassment.

Two weeks went by and I hear nothing. Then, I get a call at 6 p.m. from her home number. The girl I spoke with, who sounds like her, says that she is her cousin/lawyer and that I need to call back. The only problem, that call back number was her home phone number, so obviously, this is fake as well.

Oh, and this has been my last three weeks, so it’s probably not even over.”

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She Won’t Leave Any Of Her Exes Alone

“I used to date this girl in high school who would always tell me she was contemplating suicide — I thought it was serious at first, but after a while, I realized she just wanted attention. She would ‘cut’ herself by giving herself scratch marks on her arms and would then wear tank tops (in the middle of winter) and sit with her arms outstretched on the table so people could notice and make comments. Anyway, we broke up after a year but she only got crazier.

She started dating a friend of mine a couple years later and would stalk him. One of my favorite stories of his was when they got into a fight and didn’t talk for about a week. Apparently, she went to his house one day and was let in by my friend’s parents — she made up some story about waiting for him to come home so they could talk. Anyway, she goes into his room and starts cutting up all his clothes with a pair of scissors she had brought with her and then left. Later on that week when he was brushing his teeth, he said he bent over to spit out the toothpaste and when he stood up again she was standing behind him looking at him in the mirror (like something out of a horror film) — then she ran out crying hysterically. After a few more of those ‘crazy’ episodes of hers, my friend decided to cut her off completely.

But it gets worse.

Fast forward a couple years later, my crazy ex is now dating another guy I know. They stay together for a while, but soon he realizes that she’s nuts and decides to break up with her; only she won’t accept it. She waits outside his house every day and calls him constantly trying to talk to him. This goes on for a couple of weeks until he tells her to leave him alone and not talk to him anymore. She can’t handle it and the stalking continues. He gets on average 30-50 calls and hundreds of texts a day from her. She is always sitting outside his house, waiting for chance to talk to him and it drives him to the point where he actually got a restraining order against her. A week later, she broke into his home and he found her sitting on his couch waiting for him. He called the cops and they remove her from the property and she ends up having to spend the weekend in jail.

But wait, there’s more.

She starts telling people she is pregnant and even goes with one of her cousins to get a sonogram. Twice! Both times the doctors tell her that she is NOT pregnant and that there is no baby. She tells everyone that they have no idea what they are talking about, and due to the fact that she has ‘brittle bone disease’ the baby actually got lodged up somewhere inside her rib cage and that is why they couldn’t see anything during the sonogram. Word of this gets out and now her friends have even given up trying to help her.

The craziest part of this is that after a couple of weeks she actually starts forming a belly! She even sends pics of her stomach to friends and family members to show them she’s really pregnant. But she’s not. Apparently, there is a psychological disorder where a woman can convince themselves that they are pregnant and start to show signs of being pregnant but they aren’t. Anyway, the last I heard she is ‘forcing’ her family to throw her a baby shower in April and is due sometime later that month.”

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A Sudden And Mysterious Sickness

“I’d been seeing this girl for a few months; I was 21, she was 24 and had a 2-year-old son. She was normal, had a good job, and took care of the kid. She was kind of a dim bulb, though. I was bored in the relationship and didn’t want to become step-dad to the kid, so I ended it. No problem.

I run into her a month or so later at a bar, and we end up going back to her place for a night of fooling around. The next morning she makes coffee and breakfast. I go to school; she goes to work. I get sick on the way to school, throw up multiple times, make it to school still puking to find the nurse/medical office. I vaguely recall being loaded into an ambulance.

I come to in the hospital. A doctor tells me I’d overdosed on an enormous amount of illegal substances and that I had been touch-and-go for a while there. Oh, by the way, there were some federal agents there to talk to me. Turns out she had planned this whole thing and decided that if she couldn’t have me, no one could. She went to jail but got a reduced sentence for turning on the family member that was making and distributing the illegal substances.”

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He Was So Scary

“Not my ex, but a friend of mine. Her boyfriend became increasingly clingy over a year, and she broke it off. He went berserk, stalked her and all that stuff. He would constantly call and say he was going to kill himself if she hung up. She eventually got him committed to a hospital against his will with the help of his parents.

After his treatment, he came back (about a year later) and started dating one of her friends at school. Everything was dandy and he seemed better. But I guess things got worse again and my friend tried warning the new girlfriend about how crazy he had been.

One night he called my friend, telling her to come over or he would kill himself. Apparently, he had started doing this stuff to the new girlfriend as well. Well, my friend refused to go. But I guess his new girlfriend went. He killed her that night — stabbed her to death with a broken mirror. And it happened a couple doors down from where my friend was. If she had gone that night, it might have been both of them.”

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She Held This Against Him For Years

“When I was 21, I was dating and living with a 20-year-old who had two parents who were involved in healthcare. We worked in healthcare as well. It was her goal to be an OB/GYN. She studied reproductive organs, birth, and women’s health even before she was done with her bachelor’s.

She had been diagnosed with irregular periods ages before we started dating. She was also on birth control. That didn’t stop her from taking a home pregnancy test every time her period was one or two days off. She was obsessed with the idea that her birth control wasn’t working and I had knocked her up. She was obsessed with taking a home pregnancy test at least once every month to two months.

Then one month she had a horrible period where she passed a bunch of lining and bled a ton. Any girl who has bad periods knows that when they pass a bunch of uterine lining during their period, it’s nasty. But she insisted that she had just miscarried our unborn child. She refused to take a pregnancy test to confirm. She refused to acknowledge the fact that she had her period last month, and if she had miscarried, the zygote would be so tiny she would never notice (mind you, her parents were both RNs and she read and watched everything about pregnancy and childbirth she could get her hands on). She refused to go to the doctor to get a blood test.

So this girl who was obsessed with taking the home pee tests to the point we could have had stock in EPT refused to take a home pregnancy test.

Nope. She insisted she had miscarried. So she started mourning. She told her parents she had miscarried. She told all our mutual friends she had miscarried. And then made me feel bad because I didn’t grieve. She even named her period lining (a male name, because she knew it would have been a boy) and bought a special miscarriage remembrance necklace from some vendor online, so she could always wear it and never forget her poor miscarried uterine lining. She used to use the fact that I didn’t grieve for our dead ‘son’ as a weapon during arguments to tell me that I was insensitive. This went on for years before I broke up with her.”

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A Strange Wake-Up Call

“He ended up in the in a dryer at my apartment complex in the middle of the night naked and crying.

I found this guy on OkCupid, and he was a nice guy if a little strange (good looking, too). We dated for several months, during which time he slowly revealed that he was hearing things that he couldn’t possibly be hearing, such as saying his upstairs neighbors or my roommate were talking crap about him, even though I couldn’t hear a thing. He started to get paranoid.

This all came to a climax one night when we were at a comedy club with some of my friends. He had been acting strange all night and thought my friends hated him and were talking crap about him from a couple of feet away. He left before the show started and I never saw him again, until…

Eight months later, my roommate was getting ready for work one morning. She heard strange noises coming from the laundry room, which shared a wall with the hallway of our apartment. She thought the loud wailing sounds were from our neighbor’s crazy friend and that she’d have to deal with her when she went in the laundry room to get her bike. But when she went into the laundry room she couldn’t see anyone and wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from. She searched around and was looking under the table across from the washer and dryer when she heard the dryer door being pulled shut. She was about to open the door, brave lady that she is, but thought better of it and went to wake me up for help.

I got up and could hear the crying, so I went out to the laundry room and opened the door. At this point, the person who had previously occupied the dryer was lying face down and naked on the linoleum floor. I asked if they were okay (not knowing who it was at that point) and there was no response. I told my roommate to call the police and while she was on the phone, this person gets up (he was actually wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses) and walks past us and into our apartment. He sat on one of our chairs and proceeded to give me a death stare while my roommate was outside speaking with the cops and her work explaining what was happening.

At this point I knew who he was. He was in our apartment over the course of an hour while the police, and later the paramedics, checked him out and he did not say one word. The most he did was make a guttural growling noise while he gave whoever was speaking that hate-filled stare. Finally the paramedics took him to the hospital and I never saw him again.

The car we figured out was his was parked outside for about five days and one day disappeared. All he had in his pockets (his clothes were on the floor of the laundry room, so I brought them into the apartment) was a boarding pass from around the time he disappeared (his family was from another state) and car keys, and we could see that in the car were only a bunch of energy drinks and fast food wrappers that implied he had driven up from another state and taken up residence in our dryer.

My neighbors and I tried to get in touch with his family, but they were unlisted and the hospital couldn’t tell us any information. I wish him well and hope he’s doing better now.”

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He Couldn’t Believe She Had Done This To Him

“My ex-girlfriend got pregnant. We decided we weren’t ready or mature enough for children (I was 21 she was 20), so we decided on an abortion. We discussed it and came easily to the conclusion that we would never tell anyone and it was our secret.

Fast forward several weeks and she and I become more and more distant and we decide to break it off. We were no longer living together, and neither of us was happy. So the breakup seemed like it was going to actually go well. However, I always felt guilty regarding the abortion. She would use this several times over the next year or so as an excuse if she needed a ride or needed help with something. We’d still hook up occasionally but definitely didn’t go back to being in a relationship. We had a large group of mutual friends who were her friends first. I stayed away from them for a while until almost all of them called me and said they didn’t care that we broke up they still wanted to be friends.

Now, the whole using the abortion against me thing was taking a toll on me. I already felt guilty regarding the whole situation. One of our mutual friends, who was both my and her closest friend at the time, decided to tell me the truth.

Apparently, the ENTIRE time my ex and I were dating, she had been cheating on me. Mostly with friends of ours or with her exes, and a few times with other guys she knew. She wound up cheating on me and getting pregnant by another guy, but when she told him what happened he changed his phone number and joined the Navy. So instead, she told me it was mine, knowing I had never before suspected her to be a cheater, but when she had told me about the pregnancy I distinctly asked her if she had been with anyone else, which she said no. So I found out four of my friends knew but thought I would be better off without knowing the baby wasn’t mine.

Since I was being made a fool of by her, I decided to confront her in front of people. I asked her when she walked into the house we were all in ‘Whose baby was it? Because I know it wasn’t mine.’

She admitted to everything, albeit we had gone outside at the time because frankly, outing her in front of everyone was enough satisfaction. In the two years we were together, she cheated on me with at least 20 guys. She couldn’t remember half of their names.

None of us saw her for several months. I didn’t go around blabbing about it, and several friends came up after they heard about it and told me they hooked up with her. She had been telling every guy who knew me that we had broken up and they all believed her or just didn’t care.

Fast forward again several months, I walk into a party that she is at and she’s telling this girl how her ex-boyfriend ‘forced’ her to get an abortion ‘against her will.’ I loudly told the entire party what transpired between us, and I realized that she was crazy.”

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