In a relationship, there's always the potential for one person to be a little, well, off. Anyone can end up being the crazy one, guy or girl. But in the stories below, hear the stories of guys who have dated girls that turned out to be waay more than they could handle.
" I had just broken up with her in person and was leaving to go on an out-of-state training for my job. I was living with roommates at the time and they didn’t know that I broke up with her before I left.
Anyways, I’m gone for about a week and I’m really excited to just come back and sleep in my own bed and decompress from everything. I came home, took a shower, and went to take a nap. About 30 seconds into my nap, I turned my face over to the other side of the pillow and something went into my mouth. I pull it out and it’s a couple really long strands of hair...I was so confused. I went downstairs and asked my roommates if they had been in my bed. They denied it, but said that my girlfriend came over a couple times at night to sleep in my bed because 'she missed me.'
I told them that we had broken up (they felt terrible about letting her in) and it wasn’t ever an issue again. I think she just knew I was going out of state and didn’t really communicate much with my roommates about my personal life.
Crazy thing is though, she’s married now!"
"Dated a girl 20 years ago who used to complain all the time that she didn't have any friends and that she was lonely (we'd both just moved to new cities for university). Also being an introvert, I knew how hard it could be to make new friends so I offered to help her out. I kept trying to bring her out with various groups of people I knew to different events, dinners, and get-togethers, but she'd just sit in the corner and pout, never speaking to anyone outside of one word answers. Then afterwards she'd just complain about everyone and how boring they were.
Not surprisingly, we didn't last long. I broke up with her and it seemed like it went amicably. The really weird crap started after we broke up though. After about a month she wanted to get back together, but I refused. So she started leaving 'gifts' for me at my house, giving them to my roommates as I made it a goal to spend as much time on campus as possible to avoid having her come over.
These gifts were things like:
-packages of uncooked bacon (because we'd cooked bacon together one morning)
-a dozen tiny cacti in a paper shopping bag (because I'd casually mentioned one time that I thought a cactus I saw in a shop window looked cool)
-6 cans of my shaving cream
-4 pairs of the brand of boxer briefs I wore
-A giant movie poster for the movie we 'watched' the first time we did it on her couch (Deep Blue Sea)
-A cheese grater (no freaking clue on that one).
There were others, but I forget what they were after all these years. These strange gifts kept getting dropped off for weeks, complete with little handwritten notes about how this specific random thing reminded her of me or some insignificant event in our three month relationship and how we should get back together. The last gift was a beta fish, in a small clear bag. I finally went to her place the following Sunday (while her folks were having a BBQ, didn't know that beforehand) and told her stop, that this was extremely weird, and we'd never get back together. She had a fit and started throwing plastic utensils at me as I walked off, while her mother desperately tried, and failed, to stop her from making a scene.
Gave the beta fish to my new girlfriend."
"My brother hooked up with a girl overseas. Kept occasional contact online. She tells him she’s visiting our country, and they should catch up. He agrees. Well, turns out she wasn’t visiting, but actually moved to that country 'for him.' He ends up spending a bit of time with her, maybe a month kinda dating, then he realizes what’s going on. Eventually they break up in a fairly large fight. She leaves a note on his door a few days later that she’s pregnant. Keeps at it for months with threats. Starts a mommy blog. Starts posting photos of the 'ultrasound,' with updates on how big the baby is. She’s a curvy girl, so even posted a photo of her 'belly.' Starts a new Facebook profile, along with 5-6 other fake profiles. Comments between them all on an almost daily basis, all about her 'difficult' pregnancy, things she is struggling with etc.
Meanwhile, my brother starts dating someone else, just moving on with life.
Crazy girl continues with the charade. Starts posting my brother's face and details on weird websites like 'dead beat dads' and 'cheaters' or some crap.
Eventually she moves back to her home country and 'has' the baby with help from her 'new man' (one of the fake profiles), But she only posts weirdly cropped photos of the baby, not showing the face - like a hand here, a set of feet there.
Eventually we find the source of the photos that she cropped. It’s a friend of her real FB profile who has a kid. Case busted.
This whole ordeal lasted around 12-15 months before she eventually disappeared."
"6 months into a relationship my girlfriend and I decided to rent an apartment and move in together. After a couple months of living with each other, she decided she wasn’t happy and wanted to break up with me and move out. After a day of discussing everything, we came up with a plan for her to move out a few days later while I was at work. The break up went really smooth, no fighting, no pettiness, the most adult ending to a relationship I’d ever been through. Move out day came. I went to work while she moved her stuff. She sent me a text apologizing for things not working out, wanting to stay friends etc. I concurred. I came home after work. Her things were gone, and she even cleaned the apartment before she left. I had a few drinks that night, got a little schwasty, climbed into bed and immediately felt something sharp on my legs. She had taken light bulbs and shattered them under the bed comforter. 60 stitches between both legs. I text her from the ER asking why she would do that. She said she was mad I didn’t put up more of a fight for our relationship/her. Keep in mind she was the one that wanted to end things. I used those text to press charges. She tried to friend request me online about a year later. I did not respond."
"I caught my ex cheating on multiple occasions.
I logged into her Facebook account one night and saw that she was chatting with and sending nudes to a different guy. I decided to not say a thing and logged out of the account. I thought about what just happened for a few minutes, then decided to break up with her. She denied that it was her and gave excuses saying that it was her aunt. I tried to break up with her, but she decided to threaten to kill herself if I did. So I was forced to say that I was just joking and apologized and was forced to stay with her. It was a painful and traumatic thing for me. Being in a relationship with her was full of death threats and constant lies and manipulation. Trauma is when you try to breakup with the person who you are in love with, seeing that they cheated, but end up having a forced video-chat with her saying that she'll kill herself, with a knife pointed to her neck saying that she'd make sure you get a funeral invitation.
I stayed with her for like 2 years. Eventually she revealed that she was seeing a different guy that was her ex. She then got pregnant and the ex didn't want anything to do with her/the child. Karma!"
"Honestly most of my girlfriends have been great and we almost always parted amicably.
I did, however, once very briefly date a girl in another city about an hour away. I had to go outside my apartment to get cell service, because it was some sort of black hole, and I was just pacing back and forth on the sidewalk as we chatted. It was the middle of a nice sunny day, so whatever.
A girl passes me on the street and asks, 'Excuse me, is this 15th street?' and I quickly respond 'No, you've got to go 2 streets up.' She thanks me and I go back to the conversation. The whole thing took maybe 5 seconds.
The girl I'm seeing heard the whole thing over the phone (normal, since I'm not being sneaky about my helping people with directions) and asks, 'Who was that?'
'I don't know, some girl who didn't know what street she was on.'
'Yea, you probably slept with her.' And it wasn't a joke. It was an incredibly nasty tone, like she'd just caught me flirting with a former friend with benefits or something. That moment honestly ended things. I could see she would be super jealous and crazy if I couldn't even give a passerby directions. So we chatted a bit more and then I broke things off shortly after.
I did, however, once live with a girl roommate who stabbed a knife into my table because she thought I didn't wash a dish. You see, I'm generally a really simple guy, I eat the same stuff almost every day of the week, and I maybe change it on a weekly basis, maybe not. So I leave the same dishes out (e.g. spaghetti pot), because I'm just going to use it again the next day. Our other male roommate had a tendency to not do his dishes and just let them pile up and up and up. I think because she knew better and liked him, she assumed all the dishes were mine all the time. Instead of talking to me or him or even leaving a note she just let her anger build. And build. And build.
So one day, they're cleaning the house because some people want to consider buying it and I come home from school and walk into the kitchen to get something a drink. There, in my family's dining room table that I've brought to this house, is a knife stabbed into it.
I immediately called her out on it and she argued back saying she was super frustrated I didn't do the dishes and if I didn't want that to happen I should wash the dishes I dirtied.
Turns out she was super peeved about this knife. This knife that in about 10 months of living there I had never used. So she stabbed it into my family table. I pulled it out, tossed it in the sink, and told her never to touch my stuff again.
Overall, she was a nuts roommate. Sold pot out of the house (something she didn't warn me about before I moved in). Had 'Party Mondays.' Wanted me to bring my dog, then wanted me to get rid of him (I think because he didn't enjoy the Party Mondays). Stabbed my table (god forbid there's a dirty knife that I didn't even dirty).
Overall, I'm glad I don't live with her and glad I have nothing to do with her anymore."
"So I have Keratoconus in both eyes, basically the clear tissue on the front of the eye bulges outward. There is a treatment for that I had about 5 years ago. The surgery was all day long, I couldn't see out of my eyes for a few weeks and ended up getting an ear infection in that same time span. My ex decided to come over for a few days to help me get through the initial blindness. Turns that she wasn't there to comfort me, actually she wanted me to entertain her. She immediately got bored (I was loopy from the medication, blind and having an ear infection) and eventually irritated that I couldn't entertain her. She spent the entire 2 days in the spare bedroom/outside walking with her phone. It was also brought to my attention later that she was texting other guys while I was out of it.
We ended up breaking up shortly after because 'distance was an issue.' Mind you, we were a 45-minute drive at that point."
"My friend had the most insane girlfriend. We were all watching a football game. One friend shows up that hasn't met her yet. He introduces himself. She punched him in the face as hard as she can. We were all shocked. She said 'I've heard a lot about you and I just felt like punching your face.'
She keeps drinking and falls asleep on the couch. She woke up in the 3rd quarter, turns to my buddy and says 'Take me home, RIGHT NOW!' He says 'The game's on, I have company, I'll drive you home after the game.' This starts her throwing a tantrum and he apologized to all of us and told us to stay and enjoy the game but he's taking her home (an hour round trip).
Later on she messaged ME on Facebook and asked if I would apologize to everyone for her and ask them to give her another chance. She messaged me because 'Since you're the leader I thought they would listen to you.'
They didn't last long."
"I met this girl at work. She got my number from someone else and started texting me. Long story short we hooked up and moved in together. She was going to school a couple days a week an hour and a half drive away. She would go overnight and say she was staying at her parents.
I eventually came to find out that she was married and when she would go for class she was staying with her husband. He had no idea she was living with me. It got really crazy for a while. She promised me she was divorcing him and that she would no longer stay with him. She pretended to be going through with the divorce but never really was. It didn’t last.
I felt really bad for the husband. He was threatening to kill himself and all kinds of stuff when he found out about me. She cut him off completely for a while to make me happy but it just didn’t work.
That was over five years ago and I have no idea what has become of her."
"My very first real girlfriend was crazy, but I honestly didn’t know better because she was a lot of firsts for me. There were a handful of red flags but as a dumb 16 year old, I ignored them.
The one that stuck out to me the most was once when we were intimate, she told to act like I was taking her against her will and I thought she was kidding. I even stopped, laughed and said, 'What?' Nope, she was pretty serious. Couldn’t really think straight after that one.
Another time, she blamed drinking for cheating on me. Then later on added that I wasn’t paying enough attention to her. I initially forgave her but it ate at me so badly that not too long after I had to split up with her and holy crap, that was a process in itself that took longer than passing a bill through Congress. After we split up, she would sabotage any girl I talked to, including intentionally ruining 2 short-lived relationships that happened months after we split up. She would befriend them on social media, get to talking to them and act like they were friends and then eventually brainwash them into thinking I was this terrible person. Rinse and repeat process.
She had some dad issues and I found out later on that she went on a bit of a 'spree,' which included having a threesome with 2 other girls and then getting tag teamed by 2 guys.
She was a terrible person overall, pretty manipulating. I’m so glad I learned early on what NOT to have in a relationship. She was like a module of mistakes."
"I was dating this very sweet but very crazy young woman, named Sunny, before I began dating the woman who would become my ex-wife.
I once told Sunny about my dream of going to Julliard school of music. It was just pillow talk and I knew nothing would come of it.
We broke up because we just weren't compatible, I met someone else, and got engaged after way too brief of a courtship.
About 2 months after I moved in with my fiancée, we get a big envelope. The recipients name ...... is 'Sunny MyLastName.'
Inside was a big pamphlet and registration for Julliard. There's a post it on top that says 'I know we're not together anymore but I still love you and want you to pursue your dreams.'
I was so touched. I'd never received such a thoughtful gesture in my life. My fiancée was livid. I mean, I get it, my ex-girlfriend sent a letter to an apartment she'd never been to, with her first name and my last name. She must have followed me home as this was pre Google.
It probably didn't help that I was like 'yea sure it's crazy but just look how thoughtful it is!'"
"I dated this girl when I was 15 and she was 19. She convinced me to move out with her and work while I tried to finish school. I was doing morning classes and working afternoons/evenings. She struggled to find work for a bit then got a job and started working 40 hours a week. Would get lunches ready for work, come home and talk about training and her long day and tell stories about her co-workers like 'Susan's son got in trouble at school', 'Gary has to be out for heart surgery', etc. This job lasted about 3 or 4 months and one day on my commute between school and work I saw her on the opposite end of town from her 'workplace.'
I brought it up later and started asking more questions. Eventually it all came out that she had been lying about...everything. She hadn't ever had a job, not even an interview. She was lying to her folks about payroll issues so her dad was funneling her money which she passed off as a paycheck to me. She made up every co-worker, every story, everything. And instead spent a lot of time wandering town, waiting until I left for the day and going back home to sit on her webcam with her shirt off (long before that was considered a career so it wasn't monetized)."
"She was my first real girlfriend. We dated on and off when I was 16-18. After our first time dating, she accused me of physically abusing her and told all her friends. They ended up telling a bunch of people, so basically word got out that I was a predator. I ended up going to therapy 4 times a week for about 7 months because of how much this messed me up. I dropped out of high school because of my embarrassment/heartbreak/fear.
I ended up trying to make things work with her, like an idiot, after she reached out to me after 7 odd months of no contact. She apologized for everything, claimed she cleared things up with her friends, and admitted she did it out of anger and has missed me every day since we broke up.
Me being an idiot and still emotionally weak, I believed her. Came to find out that she slept with at least 3 dudes while we were broken up. Two of which were 21+ (she was only 16 at the time.)
Obviously things didn’t work out. She was incredibly volatile, and ended up telling me she was 'diagnosed' with borderline personality disorder (the reason I put that in quotations is because she claimed her mom pulled her out of therapy after her diagnosis, so I’m not sure if she was being truthful).
She expected me to drop my entire life, quit my job, and move with her to Huntington Beach while she attended college. With absolutely no plan, no money saved, she wanted me to move in with her once she graduated high school. When I told her no, this was the start of our problems again.
We fought a lot, and eventually I ended things with her after she lashed out at me for trying to help her after she left home. After I broke up with her, she threatened to commit suicide. I advised her to seek therapy again, but stood strong in breaking up with her. The next day she texted me and told me she was fine, and was looking for a therapist to see. I was happy about that, but refused to get back together with her.
Once again, I made the stupid decision of promising her I would get back together with her if she persisted with therapy and I saw an improvement. We stayed in contact for a few weeks, she told me she wanted to have a child with me someday, all sorts of stuff like that. I found out a few weeks later she was seeing someone else, wasn’t actually pursuing therapy, and just wasting my time. I cut off contact with her, and haven’t talked to her in 2 years.
Despite everything that happened, I still wish the best for her and hope she’s happy. I don’t want her involved in my life, and neither of us have attempted any contact. I’m now 20, and haven’t been able to date anyone seriously since because of the damage she caused. I’m well aware I shouldn’t have ever tried to make things work with her, she had serious issues and I was a pushover."
"I dated a girl who believed she was spiritually a dragon. I'm not talking about like, 'OMG! Dragons are totally my spirit animal!' It was more like, 'I am the reincarnation of a Draconic Egyptian priestess.' This was my first introduction into otherkins and indigo children. She was also an empathetic vampire and other crap.
But here's the thing, it didn't bother me. She didn't really bring it up much and she was really cute. We dated for years but as time went on we found ourselves less compatible. But one of the tipping points was involving her dragon heritage. Sure, I don't care if you tell me...but what do you expect me to do when you tell other people? She told my close friends, who didn't take it seriously at all.
I was embarrassed and she was angry. She was also irate because she wanted me to defend her. She brought up the 'it's either me or them.' Months later she broke up with me, but it would've happened regardless. I more than likely didn't handle it well, actually I didn't handle it well. However, in my defense, I had no idea how to handle that situation. It's not like she was practicing another religion. It was just utter crap. When you have people laughing at you en masse, I couldn't stand tall and proclaim in defense of something I just didn't believe in."