Psycho ex
Don't 85% of these stories cover the same subject?

Anyway, some time ago when I was about sixteen years old, and I had just broken up with my first serious boyfriend of two years, I met fellow whom I liked hanging out with at first. He wasn't particularly attractive: about 1m65, very skinny, horrible glasses (I'm a big fan of glasses on men, but these really were awful), and a less-than-fabulous set of teeth.
However, he seemed nice, and we saw each other on a regular basis, until I suddenly fell head over heels in love with him (god knows why...).

I should have known better even then: in the first month of our relationship he forced me to sleep over at his place (he was 21) almost every night, resulting in me not being able to go to school because this useless fuck had nothing better to do with his time than threaten and bully me. Still, I was in love with him so I failed to see his faults, even though by then he had tried to break up with me around 11 times, always going on about "how I deserved so much better than him" (yes, I did) and other crap. Besides this he did fuck all with his life: he lived with and off his grandfather, starting a new course at university each year but failing to complete even the first year at any of them. He didn't work either or even try to get a job - yet he always had money for, say, a new mac or very expensive clothing - god knows where all that came from. His grandfather was becoming elderly and couldn't do anything around the house anymore, yet he had to hire a cleaner - simply because Mr. Ex apparently felt too superior to do such lowly things like cleaning the house or cooking, even though he didn't have anything better to do...
Besides being a lazy arse and a general fuckwit, he also was a manipulative backstabber: while we were together he always went on about his ex-girlfriend and how much he had loved her, leaving e-mails he had sent to her while we were together around the house for me to read - all about how much he missed her and the times they had together, how much better she was than me...
When I confronted him about this he yelled at me for hours, calling me a jealous bitch and yet again 'breaking up' with me, only to call me a few hours later to tell me he hadn't really meant it at all - a scenario which was repeated numerous times. Well into the end of the 'relationship' this happened once again, and I just got very pissed off and left - I had to take the bus and he was following me to the bus stop, wailing about the 'love we had' in front of all the people there, and while I tried to keep my dignity and ignore him he went on and on about how he would kill himself without me in his life - this actually got to the point of jumping in front of the bus when it arrived and nearly getting run over -- which only caused me to keep seeing him because I felt sorry for the guy.

By now my parents were also outraged by him, even though they told me about a million times I should break up with him I still stuck up for him because I probably thought he could change.

After about two months I went to a festival without him where I met a really nice guy, and after seeing him a few times I realised my boyfriend was a total prick and dumped him on the spot, never to look back again.

But he did... From that moment on he called me about 100 times a day (I wish this was an exaggeration), calling my parents to whine to if I didn't pick up my phone (which I didn't). The phone calls were always fucked up: first trying to flatter me and talk me back into a relationship with him, going into a frenzy when I said no, threatening with suicide or to kill me... (He did this to my parents too) He would also be sending me letters and huge bouquets of roses every day, sending e-mails to my friends and then actually to one of my TEACHERS to tell them what a rotten person I was, turning up in front of my door in the middle of the night at least three times a week, turning up at my school asking classmates and teachers about me and what I was doing. Besides all this he had also posted a huge story about our relationship on an internet forum where I knew a lot of people - the board was visited by many people who knew each other, so word got round pretty fast. He did so much more but I just can't be arsed to write it all down... I've seen quite a few people with a shockingly alike story here, so I guess you'll get the gist of it.

This all went on for a few months, causing me to become super stressed and anxious because I couldn't go anywhere anymore without people having heard stories about me (99% of which weren't true) and not being able to sleep of pure fear. In the end I took out a restraining order against him which actually stopped him from continuing with this behaviour, but by then I already suffered from a huge depression...

I'm now 19 and still haven't got my life completely back together due to the fact that I had absolutely no confidence left after this guy was done with me and I've had a lot of trouble trusting people after all this had happened, luckily my current boyfriend (of two years now) has had much patience with me and eventually 'cured' me of a lot of my problems.
It's been a while since I thought of him and everything that has happened then - I just feel very stupid for putting up with all his shit because I'm not really that type of girl, but I guess love is blind?

I still hope he rots in hell though.

Apologies for length (he should too), melodrama and lack of humour.

PS: He also liked to dress up as a woman and take pictures of himself like this.
(St. Dymphna, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 4:05, Reply)