15 TRUE Crazy Ex Horror Stories | True Scary Stories

Hello everyone, welcome back to a new video before we get into the

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. I really need everyone to pay close attention to what I'm about to say. This is a compilation. Yes, it is a compilation. So before you go

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in the comments section complaining. about it being a compilation, I will let you all know now that it is a compilation. I know a lot of people hate them, but I want you to look at this photo on the screen. This is a build I randomly liked a month or two ago because I just didn't have time to record a video.

Look how many views that build got. 300,000. I know a lot of people hate compilations, but the truth is that they do very well on the channel and from time to time. I'm going to make one, I felt like I needed to say that before I start the video because I know there will be some comments complaining about everything that's been said, although if you have your own personal

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stories

. Sorry if this is very long, but it has many parts and I want to make sure it all makes sense.

Please do not do it. Judge me, honestly, I really hate the person I was and I still hate myself for being such a trash human being. Here is my story. My husband and I got together right before starting high school and after graduating in 2012 we moved in together. Everything was great, we had our first child in 2015 and I started a new job in a hotel. I had worked in hotels before, so when a spot opened up for an assistant manager, I took advantage of it and that's when my life started to deteriorate. I hung out with my boss and my coworkers outside of work and they drank a lot and also did some drugs, so I started drinking to fit in I guess and unfortunately I became addicted to alcohol.

I left my partner and my son at home to go out partying until a few hours before I had to go to work. After a few months of this I started having an affair with one of my coworkers. I'm not at all proud of the person I was at home. that moment but I finally confessed what I was doing and that broke my partner's heart. He decided he couldn't be with me and moved out. That's when things got even worse since my partner was gone and I alone ruined my family. I started drinking. even more to the point where I was never sober, I started dating a coworker who I had an affair with and not only was I mentally abused, but things constantly got physical when he was drunk.

I'm going to give a trigger warning right now. for sexual assault, this is your chance to click on the video. They raped me, threw me against walls, slapped me, strangled me and threw wine glasses at me. I took it all because I thought I deserved it for what I did to my ex and my son one day my balls called. Me and I was told I wanted to take things slow and possibly get back together someday so I quit drinking and broke up with my coworker only for him to send naked photos of me that were being taken without my consent to my ex, he also arrested.

I broke all the windows in my car and carved his initials under my trunk. I then proceeded to break every window in my house except my son's room in retaliation, so I guess thanks for at least trying to call the police button. They told me that even though his damn initials were on my car, there was no proof since I didn't see it and they couldn't do anything. I ended up quitting my job because I knew that as long as I worked there my coworker would keep trying to drag me down, I blocked all of his contact information and anyone who worked with us so that no one could tell him anything about me since I needed a job ASAP. .

I returned to one of the first jobs I had at Domino's as the delivery driver, my now ex coworker, had started harassing me and calling the store to harass me. I don't even know how he realized he worked there, except maybe seeing my still beat-up car outside, now my phone tells me every time there's a blog number. calling me and I realized that he had called me about 50 times in a two hour period. Oh great, I thought he was working the closing shift, so I thought I'd ignore him and hope he'd give up when he came out.

I almost forgot all about it until I came back from making a delivery and my coworker asked me to take over the oven because he was packing his delivery order and needed to leave while I was logging into the system. I realized that the address I was about to make a delivery to was my address. I asked him if that was the address on the ticket and he said yes. Then I asked him for his phone number and then he read my stalker's number. Then I started hyperventilating crying because my ex mother-in-law was at my house taking care of my son and I was really terrified for them, especially knowing that my stalker had a gun in his car.

I told the story to my coworker and he said he would go. I went through and checked them out for me. I wasn't going to wait so I called my ex mother-in-law and she told me that everything was fine and that she hadn't noticed anything and when my coworker returned she confirmed it. what he told me when I finally got out I checked my house using a flashlight and found a black glove next to my mailbox and footprints next to the side door that looked like a pair of boots my stalker was wearing, I don't know what would have happened to me if it had been me who would have come to my house, but I'm sure it would have been very bad.

I moved soon after, bought a new car and my high school girlfriend wanted to give me another chance and she moved again. With me we are still going strong and we have had two more babies and I stopped drinking. I haven't heard from my stalker since then either, so I'd say life is going great now the story is about my mom's recent ex-husband. It happened recently and it happened within the span of a couple of years. My mom still doesn't really want to admit how bad the situation was, but she's probably still in denial a little.

She met this guy. I called Joe when I was 5, we had just moved to Indiana and she was still with my dad but they broke up shortly after and then she and Joe started dating, we moved to Florida to live with my grandparents for a few years but I still kept talking for a few years and now I'm about 14. I also have a sister and she's six years younger than me. She was also very affected by what happened since she had to witness everything first hand anyway, a few years later and Joe and my mom started dating seriously again and wanted to get married.

I always had very bad vibes from him and I tried to tell my mom, but she didn't listen to me. Joe was a smoker and my mom hated him. He also used to drink. problem, but my mom didn't really know how bad it was until they got married, I went to live with my older sister for a few months for reasons I don't want to reveal, but my mom and Joe got married during those few months when I came back to live with my mom, Joe now lived with us, we had a small two-bedroom house and my sister and I had to share a room, but my sister still slept in my mom's room because she was scared. of darkness, so she also slept in the same room as Joe.

Now I'm going to go ahead and explain all the mess that happened. Joe started drinking again. He was drunk all the time and he stole my mom's money to buy beer. I tried to send him to rehab a couple of times but it didn't work when Joe finally got a job again after getting fired from his last job, he was hiding money and not helping my mom with the bills. They were married now, so I. I mean it made sense for both of them to pay the bills and stuff. My mom and him constantly fought about money.

He drank. He would sneak out to buy beer and steal etc. so my sister would have to listen to it too, joe would hide his car keys to hide things in his car and my mom once found marijuana there, joe once even stole money from my little sister for whatever she needed, he would also get the only more expensive gasoline. for his car, so he needed hundreds of dollars every month for my mom. When he got fired from his first job, he had just sold his gun and it was a good thing because he went to his boss and my mom thinks he would do it.

I have tried to kill her if she still had her gun anyway, my mom kicked him out several times but always brought him back even though my sister and I always begged him not to, at one point he bribed us with Apple watches, which really didn't help. By the way, we hate him less and at one point he was drunk in bed saying that he was going to kill himself and my mom told me to call 9-1-1. My sister was in the room while everything was happening. Joe had even cheated on me. my mom during one of the times she kicked him out, my mom finally kicked him out for good after a couple of years and he went back to the woman he cheated on him with, that's when the phone calls, the emails, the messages started text messages and even threats all started constantly. call us and send us a text blaming my mom for everything that happened and saying really terrible things about her and making up lies he was always drunk every time I called one time his new girlfriend even threatened to cut my mom's throat that It was the last straw and when we decided to call the police they couldn't really do anything about it, although the calls on the text didn't stop my mom she kept getting emails until a few months ago.

I'm 17 now and my sister and I are still really traumatized, I felt like my mom chose him over us and I'm still very hurt by that but I really just hope I never see Joe again because of some background. I am a bisexual woman and this happened about five years ago when I was in I was in my early twenties and had just moved to a new city. I had made some friends pretty quickly because I had gotten a job at a very popular sports bar with an all-female staff, maybe after a few months of working there I was introduced to my friend's girlfriend let's call my friend Ashley and her girlfriend Michelle For this story I was almost immediately attracted to Michelle but since she was dating my friend I put it in the back of my mind.

After a while I realized that Ashley and Michelle were having some problems. In fact, I started showing up late to everyone. her shifts and she seemed very tired or sad every time she was there. Of course, I asked her if everything was okay and she gave me a vague answer that Michelle was just

crazy

and that she was tired of it. I'm a good friend, I told her she could stay at my house for a few days if she needed it and, to my surprise, she accepted and stayed the night while she finished. She told me in more detail about the things Michelle was basically doing.

She didn't trust Ashley and she always thought that Ashley was cheating on her, so she would always end up in a big fight. I guess that wasn't enough to get her to finish because the next night she had asked me to come with her. I went to a bar to meet Michelle so they could talk. I'm not a critical person at all, so I was nice to Michelle and let them deal with her problems. At the end of the night, everyone seemed happy and left. Together a few weeks later, Ashley's parents show up at my house, which obviously confused me because I've never met them, but I asked them what they needed.

Apparently I actually gave them my address saying she lived with me instead of Michelle because her parents didn't like both of us. When they were together, I told them that she didn't live with me, but that she could show them where she was, as they were clearly very worried. We stopped at Michelle's house, where I assume Ashley was staying, and a huge disaster unfolded. I didn't open the door and you could hear Ashley trying to calm her down on the other side while her mom was yelling at her to open it and her dad was on the phone with the police.

Finally the police showed up, got them to open up and Ashley leaves with her parents back to where they live in another state, from what I found out later Michelle and Ashley were in a very abusive relationship and her parents were really worried about her safety . It didn't take me long to get over it seeing as it wasn't really any of my business, a few months later I was at the gym when I ran into Michelle, she was a personal trainer and she ended up walking up to me to say hi, I said hello and she immediately responded with Oh.

So we're good, I thought you acted like you hadn't seen me before and I thought we were going to have a problem right away. This should have been a red flag to me, but she was really so beautiful and she smiled when she said it. I just laughed at her comment and said I hadn't really seen her before, after that I would see her almost every time I went to the gym and I really hope to see her eventually, she asked me out and I said yes, I know you're probably thinking what a shitty friend and I agree but I hadn't even talked to Ashley in a long time since she moved in for our first date we went to a club everything was pretty normal except when a guy told meHe complimented me saying he was lucky to be here with me instead of agreeing or firing him, she got in his face saying how disrespectful he was, it caught me totally off guard but we continued with our night and I actually went home with her.

We slept together and it was incredibly embarrassing, right after I leaned over and vomited all over the floor, but she was nice enough to clean it up and didn't even make me feel bad about it. We finally started dating and The first month was really great, you know how gays moved too fast, well we were no exception, I practically broke up every night, we practically lived together very soon, although Michelle started to show her

true

colors, He showed up at my work and always got angry. If I talk to other guys, look at my server and it's literally my job.

Every time she came home, she would always accuse me of being with a boy or not talking. At first she would talk back, but over time I started to feel like I was really wrong. That's what abusers do, they make you feel like you're a person and that you really deserve everything they do to you and you should be so happy that they chose to be with a mess like you. In the end I had no friends left. It just wasn't worth trying to date them. They, of course, saw all this and tried to get me. to see it as it was, but of course I didn't listen to my mom and I are very close to this day and during that time I barely spoke to her.

Michelle wanted to make sure she was the only one she could turn to once. she isolated me is when all the physical abuse started. I blocked a lot due to trauma, but some instances that stand out about her are her dragging me out of the house by her hair in front of all the neighbors who hit me at work. taking the car charger burning myself with joints and cigarettes and locking myself in rooms for days at a time when she thought I was getting ready to leave her honestly I can't even tell you how long I was with her it's really a blur now but probably a little over a year ago at that time I never stood up for myself I really thought I was wrong and deserved what she did to me even though I never cheated even once Stockholm syndrome was real one day I was alone and she came in the middle at night and stole my cat and tried to set my kitchen on fire, but he couldn't.

I didn't hear her come in so I woke up to a bunch of messages and videos of her with my cat. threatening to kill him he was my baby and I was a mess trying my best to convince her not to hurt him she said I was playing because I didn't wake up when she came in and I should have invited a guy sooner because the logic is correct , anyway my mom is actually the heroine of the story and she went to her house to get my baby back. He was unharmed and I still have him to this day.

That was my breaking point. I guess I had to see something I love. I was almost psychotic until I finally had enough. I ended things and she did the normal change of her crying telling me how much she loved me and when she knew that she wasn't going to give up on me, she became violent and showed up at my house many times, but I never let her in. She would eventually set things on fire in front of my door hoping I would open it. I don't know why I never called the police. She was so nervous to leave my house thinking she would be waiting.

She even tried to run me over several times and I eventually lost my job at her apartment because she constantly caused problems at both places. She was so depressed and broke that I developed a really bad drinking problem to cope and eventually had to move back. with my mother, my holy mother helped me in everything and finally, Michelle finally left my life. She was afraid of my mother, so I think that played a big factor. She knew my mother would kick her ass if she ever saw her. she again it took me a few years to get back to myself I had nightmares for months and I was angry at the world I was finally diagnosed with an anxiety and depression disorder and I closed myself off to the world and it's only recently that I've been trying to heal in a healthy way and I recognize my trauma I am now with an incredible man who loves me so genuinely that I still have a hard time accepting it.

I deserve it. He reminds me every day I do it and I truly believe he saved me. I'm recovering and life is really good, but recently I came across him ticking on social media. I saw that he was with someone new and thought about warning the girl, but decided against it after all. I didn't listen to her and saw firsthand how he treated her. Ashley before me, I think she is in a new city, very far from me now, which makes me incredibly happy. I hope to never see her again, and if I do, I'm not sure I won't be charged.

Side note: her mother knew how to do it. she was and she still defended her she wouldn't let me in when they left me even if I just wanted my phone to call an elevator she turned her head thinking her daughter was perfect even though michelle treated her like shit too i honestly believe that she was afraid of her own daughter, but I guess that's a completely different story. Well, the story may not be as

scary

as the others here, but I know she was terrified at that moment in the fall of 2019, my on-again, off-again toxic boyfriend.

Everyone named Joe had broken up with me. I was living in a house with my roommate who I'll call Molly and I was working the night shift at my job, so on a typical Saturday morning I got home from work around 1:30am. and as I was walking to my door I noticed a man sitting on a flower pot between my unit and my neighbor's unit. He had his hood up covering his face. He didn't want to overreact, so in my head I told myself maybe. he was smoking a cigarette or something, but I took out my pocket knife just in case I approached my door, I opened it and then quickly closed it and locked it behind me without problems, once I entered my apartment, I noticed a Horrible smell coming from the trash can and I decided the trash needed to be taken out before I could eat anything.

I waited about 30 minutes or so and then I looked out the window and at the people and I couldn't see the man anymore so I got up. the courage to take out the trash when I passed by the flower pot, of course he was still there. I started to panic a little at this point, but I still had to take the trash to the can and went back and closed the door again. go get a frozen pizza from my freezer and as I closed the freezer door out of the corner of my eye I saw a head sticking out of the window at the top of the door and then they quickly dug in hoping I hadn't done it I saw them and that's when my heart fell to my stomach.

I still wasn't really sure if I needed to call the police or not so I went up to my room to see if I could see down and if he was still working there but I couldn't see so I turned back to my bed and my heart was pounding. so hard that I almost fainted, my bed was perfectly made and I knew I hadn't left it like that. Then I went into Molly's room and asked her if she had been in my room and she said no, so I started crying and then I started thinking about how I had seen a couple of things that were really out of place in the kitchen, My roommate never washed the dishes by hand and so she always looked at them all when she came home, but today they had been washed.

I took my knife out of my pocket at 9-1-1 and closed my phone so it was ready to call and then I went downstairs and started. Walking slowly towards the door, suddenly the motion sensor porch light came on and through the curtains of the living room window I saw none other than Joe's face, I went to the door, opened it and there he was, I dropped my knife and fell on my knees hyperventilating, my roommate and her friend had come down the stairs and she was arguing with them. I'm listening to what she says and I can't believe what I hear.

He had planned to catch me when he came home from work, but he pulled out. There early he used our spare key and entered. He said that he wanted to do the things I do after I get home from work so that he wouldn't come home with chores to do. He washed all the dishes and sat closed. my bath by my shower done next to the bed, but the last thing that was the most disturbing was that he went into my underwear drawer, grabbed his favorite pair of panties and then went back outside and waited for me to get home now, in In hindsight, he was trying to be romantic according to him, but at the time it was probably the scariest feeling he'd ever felt.

This happened about three years ago. I had been dating this girl for about three months who we had dated before but decided I wasn't ready for a commitment almost two and a half years later we decided to try again and got serious pretty quickly the relationship was going well but always I felt like there were some things about her past that she wasn't completely honest with me about. A little backstory: This woman who everyone called Jane was previously married and she had a daughter from this marriage. I always noticed that when she told me about her previous marriage, she always talked about her disasters in a way as if she still had deep-seated feelings towards him that still lingered as if she had never gotten over him whenever I confronted her about it and how strange it was that she would always respond "well, he's my daughter's father, I'm just being nice to him." So that my daughter could see that her parents were getting along, I started to get really annoyed by how much she talked about this guy, but I really liked him, so he was willing to keep me.

I know, it's stupid, I guess because I'm a hopeless romantic. I believed in giving this woman the benefit of the doubt just hoping that one day she would stop talking about him, to my dismay, that didn't stop and I finally told her, listen, if we're going to have a relationship, you're going to have to stop. to give this man so much access to your life. I know you guys have a daughter, but this guy is too much for you two to just be exes. In the end, she began to consider the situation and finally stopped mentioning it as much because of how uncomfortable it was making me one night when we had set a date at her house because she lived in a different state, now the state she lived in bordered on my state, so it was actually an hour and a half away from where I lived.

I told her that I wanted to marry her and that I would really like to get to know her daughter on a more personal level because she was very nervous about her mother because she was very serious about her mother now that Jane's daughter I was about 10 years old. The moment we called her Madison Madison was very fond of me and she always called me sir. I really wanted her mother to marry me. Many times, Jane and I would meet face to face and Madison would walk up to her and say hello. Anyway, she really was such a sweet girl, going back to what happened that night, we were getting along very well and then I was doing well, we were watching TV and playing and having a great time, she had asked me some questions about myself and I did it with her too, the only unusual thing I noticed was that her father, my girlfriend's ex, kept Facetiming her all night.

At first it wasn't too alarming, it's not unusual for a parent not to live in the house. with his son to facetime the problem with tonight was that it happened repeatedly every five or ten minutes I started to wonder if he was calling to get a peek at what was going on like he was being nosy and eavesdropping on our conversations finally after a night of fun I kissed my girlfriend goodnight and started to get on my way since I had about an hour and a half back home it was late around 11 at night I got on my way and turned on my GPS I left the complex apartment where she lived and then I turned left onto a dark road, then I turned right onto a main road.

Now remember it's almost midnight in this really small town and there weren't many cars on the road, suddenly a car stops. next to me and I noticed someone in my peripheral vision trying to get my attention. I turned around and saw a very large man in a trench coat. He seemed very angry and agitated. He kept trying to get my attention. I finally turned around because I've encountered this before, sometimes someone tries to tell him that maybe he has a flat tire or something hanging off his car I finally say, what's wrong? Can I help you sir?

The guy immediately started yelling at me, hey, I need to talk to you. right now I respond saying hello brother, I don't know you, I have no problems with you, then I roll up the window and keep driving, he waves at me again and progressively gets angrier and angrier, my adrenaline started running and my heart was beating this guy was right next to me with his head out the window and now he was saying, hey, I need to talk to you right now. I started to panic because he didn't have my gun, the guy could have had anything in his car.

There weren't many cars on the road and it was very dark and in the middle of the night I finally agreed to meet him at the gas station thatHe had broken my mother's lamp and candles, the table was worse and there was blood splattered everywhere when he started crying and then it was clear that all the fury was gone. I calmly offered to clean his hand and temple. It took me a while, but I got some tweezers and then I removed all the glass from his hand and head and then bandaged him up. Why did I do it?

Do this after what he did, you might ask, I don't even know. I guess I was just stupid back then. He came back to the party after that and I cleaned up his mess as best I could, deep in depression now that exhaustion caught up with me. Now what really makes me angrier about this whole thing was the fact that my own mother and sister took his side, she actually had the audacity to say honey, he needs you, he's really having trouble with himself. himself right now and he needs you to do it. Get it, there's no one better than you, so Violet chimed in, yeah, he was pretty pathetic last night, he cried a lot when he came back both times, plus years later I found out he ended up being diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.

I also learned from my therapist that my parents, especially my mother, had been grooming me since early childhood to deal with these things as if they were supposed to be okay, that they were usually my fault, and that I need to submit to my man, yeah, she actually. She told me this at one point, as she indicated that it is in the Bible that a wife must submit to her husband and her needs. I've been away from him for a long time and I have a really amazing guy in my life with a house. and a boy is already 11 years old and looks nothing like Sebastian.

I have also been learning over the years, not only with the help of my therapist but also my husband, that I don't need to be like my mother told me and taught me. All those years I spoke to my mother as little as possible and she rarely let her take care of our sign because I don't want her to fix it like she did to me. I'm going to use aliases for privacy reasons, but the events in The Story are True. My name is Cindy and this happened in 2009. I met my ex Kevin during my junior year of high school and we dated for ten and a half years.

After our first six years, things started to get a little weird, as he started to tell me. Things like I prefer the term sociopath and who would date a monster like me. I really should have seen it as red flags and also the disparaging comments about my various health conditions, especially my anxiety and depression. He would yell at me when I was silent because of an anxiety attack or whenever I would get a little depressed and he would tell me to get out of it, please don't do this now, God, you are like a little child now, that's why you have anxiety. and anything else you have.

Then our 10 years pass and we start hanging out with some of our friends like we usually do. We saw someone new in our group and he was a mutual friend of someone in our group. We'll call her Jill. Well, Jill showed up and then started talking to my ex. I didn't mind, even though my ex was naturally friendly and very outgoing, but when Jill started telling my ex some really personal things about her home life, that really should have raised more red flags because they literally met that night. I remember a few years ago my ex had mentioned to me that I think people feel safe telling me their secrets, baby.

I kept those thoughts to myself until we returned to my house later that night during the next one. About a week I saw him hiding her phone and becoming more suspicious around me. I asked him what he was doing and he just didn't say anything. Bam, don't worry. I heard his phone ringing while he was taking a nap thinking an alarm was going off. I turned it off, so I clicked it and opened his phone. I saw that there was a text from Jill, who is the mutual friend we met in our friend group. He was sending her inappropriate text messages and she was sending him inappropriate photos.

Most of the messages consisted of me. I love you and I will leave her once I fix her attitude, I promise I have wanted to leave her since I was nine and then her message really, Kevin, yes honey you give me so much more than Cindy ever gave me and I promise that We'll be together once I leave her with a kiss emoji reading those really broke my heart now fast forward to 2020 in Coved I'm living with family away from Kevin as well as any of the friends he introduced me to because I realized all that.

The group was really toxic and not good for me later in September 2020 I met my current boyfriend Tony who is still helping me heal from the trauma Kevin put me through with all this toxic behavior so thank you Kevin for putting me through hell for ten. years and a half and making me feel afraid every time I have an anxiety attack or every time I get depressed thinking you're going to yell at me pinning me against the wall trying to protect me from running away or hurting me because you're holding me too tight you really had a personality like Ted Bundy, but now I have my dark knight in bad armor thanks to Tony, who will always be there like a real boyfriend should, no matter what, despite all my mental health problems and other conditions.

I can leave listeners with one piece of advice: let it be this: you can be with someone who you may think is the love of your life for so long, but you never really know who it is until much later in the relationship that you can and will find out. happiness with someone who never hurts you in any way, physically, emotionally or even verbally, no one should have to suffer from an abusive relationship and I am so happy I got out when I did so I could find someone who could help me heal and make me so much more happy and I really am I'm a woman and this happened when I was 18 in the year 2000 I live in a big city I was in my last year of high school when it happened being so young I didn't have enough to keep me safe and I fell for a bunch of lies that I shouldn't have known.

I met this 20 year old guy who became my boyfriend because he was friends with some of the guys I was friends with. We'll call him Joe at first. Joe. He really wasn't my type, but he had really won me over with humor, sweet gestures and compliments, and for the first three months the relationship had no problems, he had been very nice and then I realized that it was all just to gain my trust, Joe. I started smoking marijuana, which bothered me a little and I told him I didn't like it. He told me that he was going to quit smoking and asked me to help him quit.

I never asked him, but he offered one day. I met up with him and some friends only to find out from them that he was criticizing me saying he had to sneak out because I was making him quit and that I was being a. I just ignored him because at the time I thought he was trying. to save face or something, i didn't know i was going to an 18 plus club almost every weekend, but joe said he didn't like the club and didn't want me to go there anymore and refused to go with me and later It made me feel guilty for stopping doing something I liked.

Joe's mother owned an entire apartment building and he asked me to move in with him into his mother's house. I hesitated but said yes and that's when things got worse. Joe never stopped smoking marijuana. he quit his job and didn't find a new one, then he would scream and complain and meet his mother to give her fifty dollars for marijuana, he would literally scream and throw tantrums like a child for hours at a time, sometimes his mother and I would give because it was really a torture having to listen to him, he started doing weird things like calling sex hotlines on the phone and then saying he didn't do it, once we were going to fool around and I put on lingerie, then he went to use the bathroom and 30 Minutes then I go to look for him and I knock on the door and he makes noises before opening it and I saw that he had the phone and he was trying to hide it, then I asked him if he had left me to call the sex lines. and he said no so I pressed redial and actually it was phone sex and then he tried to lie saying it wasn't him, he told me his mom was doing it to try to break us up because she didn't like me, I would find porn videos in his room that he told me that his mother was planting and I actually started to believe him because the porn was granny porn, but he clearly had some strange fetishes that I didn't know about, it wasn't just the porn.

By abandoning me for phone sex or money, although that was bad enough, he was also controlling, he said that I dressed too and that I was clearly trying to get men's attention, but the thing is, I didn't dress appropriately. Different from when we met, he also got very angry with me if a man looked at me saying that I loved them and accused me of looking at them. He told me that he wanted me to wear his clothes so that men would stop calling me a cat. I did it. I put on some baggy sweatpants and a men's hoodie.

I remember one time he was holding his hand walking down the street and a cat guy called out to me and he was still so mad at me that he pushed me back into the house the next time he demanded of me. money for me I told him no, he said I had to give him money and he kept yelling at me, his mother came in because he was being too loud, I still don't know and I was really sick of giving him and my money. Then I started banging my head on the air conditioner, then I pushed it and stumbled back and ran past it.

His horrible mother did nothing but tell me how dare you hit my son. I told him we were done and that I was so happy to be done with his crazy ass, but he wasn't. I decided to go clubbing again because I liked it. The second night, a guy I didn't know told me that he was a friend of Joe's and that apparently Joe had asked him to hang up my computer and spy on me or destroy it with a virus. He also said that later he was outside the club with my photo, telling the men who entered the club to stay away from me because I have STDs.

That's when Joe found it. I found out that his friend was not going to hack my computer or put a virus on it and then no one believed him about the standard. Joe decided that he would go back to the club and then he would attack me by pushing me and yelling at me now. Everyone knew me at this club and the bouncer came in and Joe really tried to fight the bouncer. The bouncer actually found a knife on him and forced him out after they kicked him out. Everyone was just asking if he was okay.

I did not see it. After that, because he apparently got arrested that night, I found out from a mutual friend that about a week later he ended up going to jail because he was on a bark and then apparently got into an argument with two teenagers and then chose. he brought his skateboard up and hit them in the head so hard until they were unconscious, one of them so badly that the guy almost died. I later found the news article about it and that apparently he was going to go to jail for 12 years once Joe got out of jail.

He had tried to contact me on Facebook with a very long message saying that his mother had died and that he now owned the apartment building. He also wanted him to come live with them. He was actually married and had children at the time. At that moment he said my kids could live there too I mean come on like I was going to leave my husband for him I told him I was delusional and I'm married now and even if I wasn't I would never be with him again and I blocked him , one of my mutual friends told me that two years after that he ended up dying of a drug overdose and that he lost his mother's apartment and that he had been screwing prostitutes and actually got one pregnant, I think I came out of that.

The path of the psychopath at the right time to start. I am a 17 year old female and the story takes place when I was 15 and when I was almost 17. So the story will be about me first and the only boyfriend I have. ever writing this story is a form of therapy for me since I never sat down and explained everything he did to me so to begin with I had been going to this church with my parents since I was four years old well this boy came to my church with one of his friends when we were in fifth grade and not long after the three of us became friends for privacy reasons, we will refer to my ex as dean and our mutual friend is Sam.

Dean and I really liked each other for a while and had started dating when I turned 15. We were awkward kids and only went to church for youth events. We finally had our first date in February, right before the pandemic, after my birthday. 16, something finally clicked and we became inseparable. I started a routine of hanging out after school one or two days a week and we hung out at my house every Sunday after church. I had a crush on this boy, but after he left school during the summer of May. In 2021, it was all downhill. Dean was obsessed with me and not in a good way, he had 360 life on me but so did all my friends so I never thought anything of it until it got to the point where he felt really creepy about it.

Alsoapartment and he wasn't close to his mother, he changed for months. I was physically and mentally abused. I did not do it. I know how to leave and all the self-confidence I built was depleted because of his mind games and physical torture. Not every day being with an abuser is bad if you know how to keep him happy and also make it look like you are happy. To be with them, the first time we broke up was when I finally got tired of his abuse. I texted my friend Dee to inform her of all the abuse and that she needed help getting out.

She had a tattoo appointment planned for me the next day, Jay. He decided he wanted to join in while he was getting a tattoo, grabbed my phone, stormed out and we were all confused, Dee, and I started talking about all the steps I would have to take in the next few weeks to get out and get rid of him. for good since he left one time when the date ended jay was very angry i got in the car as did dee and then he started driving very crazy he was crying and had started hitting the roof of the car i asked him what he was wrong and he said that I knew that I knew that I was planning to leave him.

I felt all the color in my face and then I left because he then started laughing like crazy and proceeded to tell me that he was going to fall off a bridge. With me in the car I had to think fast because a bridge was coming around the corner I told him if he fixes the way he treats me I'll stay but then he threatened to kill me and now I wasn't going to continue So I told him this car is their only means of transportation and then slowed down and asked me if I would stay with them.

I told him yes. Once we got to Dee's house, I jumped out of the car and before entering her house I told her he was there. I broke up with him and I will never be a victim of his abuse again, but he played the best mind games with my church and my other friends, so now I look like an idiot for not accepting it. I eventually got back together with him and we had stayed together for three more years and he was still abusing me and causing me bruises. I lost all respect for myself in those three years because I got that monster back.

I allowed him to hit me, strangle me, and make me feel worthless. It was very dark. Times in that period where all I wanted to do was die because I didn't have the support of my family to help me, after all, I had been abandoned because of Jay and he would use that to his advantage at the end of the three mark years, broke things. Go away with me my brain was so scattered I didn't know what to think I just cried for days and finally I could understand why I was crying it's because I was free from his abuse I knew I wouldn't go back to him He even tried to beg me to come back and I told him I would never go back to him in a million years.

I thought I had eliminated him from everything he had, but somehow he knew when or when he dated. He was glad I went to therapy because my brain was so messed up. I finally married the most loving and amazing man who had really helped me with my fears. I found out that after ending things with Jay, a mutual friend of ours was checking up on me to let her know what he was up to and they decided to hang out for a while. She ended things with them because he started doing the same things to her that he was doing to me.

She apologized to me for causing unnecessary things to her. Problems telling her what I was doing, I also ended contact with her as in my mind she was absolute trouble and I knew what Jay was like but she didn't believe me until he started doing it to her too so yeah She too. I didn't have that much experience with relationships in seventh grade. I didn't really know much about girls, so one day during lunch a girl named Madison who had sat at my table whispered in my ear: "I like you" and that's basically how I met me and I started dating my first girlfriend, she was so strange at a young age, that's all it takes.

I knew Addison from our class and our small group of friends, but by no means did I know her well. She was a very pretty girl, dirty blonde with brown eyes, I really didn't do much more than hang out in our neighborhood at school, however, I started noticing Addison literally everywhere I went, whether it was in the community pool with my friends or at the grocery store down the street with my family, she didn't really approach me. she was in a very harassing way every time I asked her about it the next day or at school she would say it was a coincidence well this got worse and worse until one of her friends Christine actually told me one day in school that Addison was outside my house late at night when I confronted Jerome about this, she denied everything and told me that I'm crazy and that I see her everywhere because I'm madly in love with her.

She had never broken up with someone before. And I guess she was a pretty insecure guy at the time to begin with, so I ignored all this weird stuff and kept Addison close to me. The next big red flag was that she told me to meet at the park one night near our neighborhood. I have a small lake in the park and she told me she was there. I headed there and asked him why we were meeting at night in a strange place. She was acting very strange and a little hostile telling me that we should jump in the water and drown together, I was very afraid of what she was saying, I was about to leave when she grabbed me and wouldn't let go, we ended up rolling on the grass , but not in a sharp way, more like a soccer ball.

She was making me weird and then I told her maybe we should be friends. That's when she went crazy and she started harassing me a lot all the way to my house in the morning and at night and every time she looked at my bedroom window. she would be watching from the sidewalk, it was strange, since she wanted to tell my family, but I was very scared and didn't want to tell my friends because I'm a boy, then she passed the last straw, this girl decides to follow me. One summer day she comes home from school and then, right behind me, she hits me on the ground and then hits me with her backpack.

Once I was completely out of her, she gets on top of me, then takes my hand and puts a bracelet on me that has her name and my name engraved on it, then she pulls out some kind of razor blade from her purse and starts cutting herself. arm with her. I wasn't even sure what to do, but I knew immediately that he was carving my name into it. arm and I didn't want to wait to find out if she wanted me to carve hers into mine. I ran all the way home and closed all the doors and then put my shirt on because there was blood spurting on it and I didn't want my parents to find out that it wasn't related to this, but coincidentally my family was moving two more cities. late that summer.

Rest assured, I threw that bracelet away and for the rest of the summer I avoided going out forever, I blocked her from everything and every night she always made sure I locked the doors and locked the garage. I saw her pass by several times again, but every time I noticed her, she always ran towards my house, I swear there were a few times I heard her following me or even running towards me, but I ran away and once we moved I never looked back or I saw her, so Addison, I definitely don't want to see you again, but I really hope you got help for whatever was going on. with you because you really need it