She was a little cutie in my English class, never had the balls to talk to her, until the teacher paired us up to act out a scene from Romeo & Juliet. (Freshman year - English class). So we start rehearsing our lines, and it was fun, but it was all that we could really talk about. When we finally acted out the scene in the class, I thought I'd never talk to her again, because you know. Grade 9, pretty girl, etc. Then she comes up to me in the hall during transition from periods. started making small talk, and I shot my shit and asked for her #.
We started texting and soon we went on our first date. Picked up some roses, and took her to Texas Roadhouse. 4 months after getting to know each other, I was like 'fuck it, why wait?' so I asked her to be my girlfriend.
worst mistake of my damn life, yo.
At first it was all good, she was great. We'd always be together on school days, and weekends, but then football came around. Of course, football is a HUGE priority, its my future. So I would stay for practice daily, and Id even practice on the weekend with my pops. She's get mad because I would 'put football first' like, imagine coming home tired from practice, to a phone full of texts telling you shit. So I told her 'this isn't going to work out if you can't ride for me. You're supposed to motivate and inspire me, not put me down.' She apologized, and after that, she actually became really supporting and went to all my games. I thought it was going good.
One night after my game, some girls tried to take a picture with me. I was like 'yeah, sure. Its just a picture' but my Girlfriend went crazy. While me and the girls were taking the pictures, she comes up to us and tells them to fuck off; calling them 'sluts' and I was like 'girl, what?' She just told me she 'loved me too much' and 'didn't want any other girl to take me from her.' I let it slide. Whatever, right?
In class, the teacher gave us assigned seats, and I was between two girls. Best believe, she was pissed. She told the teacher to sit me with her, or with boys. Teacher obviously didn't listen to her crazy ass, so she brought her mom to talk to the principal. After this, I was beginning to suspect she was crazy, yo.
Fast forward to Homecoming. I picked her up, and we were having a good time. Right up to when I won Homecoming King, and she wasn't Homecoming Queen. She refused to allow the yearbook people to take pictures of me and the Homecoming Queen. She pulled us apart when we did the Homecoming King/Queen dance.
My family reunion rolls around, and she hasn't texted me all day. I thought it was kinda fishy, but I went on with my day. I put my phone down to spend some time with my family - most of whom I haven't seen in YEARS. A few hours passed, and I finally checked my phone. 49 messages, and 26 Missed Calls. She was talking about "I know you're cheating" and "who tf are you with?" and more dumb shit. As soon as I was gonna call her back, she shows up at my family reunion. So she's there screaming and pushing me, and I was like 'yo calm down, I'm with family.' She literally said that the girls there were not even my cousins and that I'm probably sleeping with all of them. I'm like 'what the fuck, How did you know where I was?' not once did I tell her where the reunion was being held' She replied with 'I shared your location with me while you were sleeping' what the fuck? Not ONCE had I slept over at her house, or her at mine. My phone has a password that I never told her what It was. So I was like 'crazy girl, gtfo of my face' So my aunt comes over trying to calm us down, and this girl pushes her and screams to 'stop sucking my boyfriends dick' (my aunt is 52, and is wondering why she would even think that). So she drive over in her car, and I told her to leave, but I didn't want her to drive alone in her condition, so I went with her.
She was driving, and I got in the passenger seat. huge mistake. never let a crazy girl drive mad.
So I put on the radio, and start talking to her calmly. I told her that this was not going to work out, she's a bit extra, and we should see other people. #triggered. She started screaming, crying, saying that if she couldn't have me, that nobody else could. That we belong together, until death do us part. Literally. So this girl starts speeding up. We were in a construction zone, and I was starting to get scared.
We were on a two lane road (one coming, one going), and she asked me one more time 'are you breaking up with me?' and I was like 'yes, I'm sorry, I can't anymore.' So this lunatic gets in the OPPOSITE lane and speeds up. A car was coming straight at us and this girl just kept speeding, LORD. So I was screaming, trying to grab the wheel and turn it to the normal lane. But lord, this girl became strong and would NOT let go. I had no other choice but to tell her I was kidding about breaking up with her. It was either getting back with this girl, or death. I should've chosen death...
So back to our lane we go. Safely. We reach her house, and she invites me inside. I thought we were just gonna talk and shit, so why not? So we go in, and no one was home. We go up to her room and she starts being really touchy and clingy. Like, who could even think about sex when you nearly almost killed us? (this was the first time doing it with her, which made it even stranger for me). She kept insisting so who was I to say no? (in retrospect, she probably would've cut my dick off if I said no) and I thought 'maybe this is what she needed' (I was wrong).
She was cool for a few days after that happened. Then spring break came, and I wanted to go to SPI. I kept in mind that, even if I had a wackjob of a girlfriend, I was still taken and I should respect that. So I invited her to come along. I mean, she'd been real cool so why not?
We were going to see JCole that night. I got ready - wearing a regular shirt and shorts and my little lunatic looked really good. I had a good feeling about this night, you know? Anyways, J Cole started performing some shit, and she told me she would be right back. I was like 'okay cool' (because its JCOLE, you know?) so she was gone for about 5 songs.
Concert ended, and we were just walking down the beach, hella fun and cute. Then I hear a phone ring - not mine, not hers - she answers (God knows who's iPhone this was). Supposedly she had found it on the floor and that that was the owner calling to see if she could give it back. My girl was like 'yeah meet us at the hotel we'res staying at.'
We go to our hotel room, and I went into the shower. I heard the door open. I was like 'ehh it's just the girl with the phone,' but then I heard slams and screaming. Best believe I jumped out of the shower and put on some clothes really quick. So I get out, and it turns out that it's the girl who was dancing on me. They didn't see me yet, so I just listened. I overheard my little lunatic say 'hoe, I know you want to fuck my boyfriend so I stole your phone so you would come to me and I could make you fuck off.'
my GOD, this is where it gets crazy. I'm just there thinking I should climb out the window, move out of state and change my name. Should've My ass decided to go up to them.
So I was like 'yo wtf, leave this girl alone' which made her even angrier, because I was defending the girl. RIP me.
So the girl asked if she could have her phone back so she could leave to safety. My girlfriend was like 'yeah, Ill give you your damn phone, pendeja.' shit. So she goes to her backpack IN the bed, and me and the girl stayed near the door, and I was just apologizing. Then, two seconds later, my girlfriend comes back with a damn LAMP from our ROOM. (As soon as I saw it, I knew this was it).
The girl starts running, as my girlfriend throws the lamp at her. It just barely reached her back. She just fell, but got right back up and kept on running. never saw that girl again in my life. At this point, I don't dare go near my girlfriend. She kept coming to me saying that she 'loves me so much.' I told her, 'you know what? It's over. You can't be acting like that around people. That girl did nothing. I told her to stop, and she did.' So she's like 'fine.'
Internally, I was like 'YES I'M FREE!' So I went to get my shit to leave and she hits me with 'im gonna kill myself. Life without you isn't worth living, I love you.' So of course, I couldn't let her do that, she was crazy and all, but I loved my lil lunatic. I took her back and I made her promise me she was going to get anger management classes, and she did.
She was finally learning how to control her anger and overall craziness. I was proud of my little lunatic. I loved seeing her grow and become a better person. But then. I twas our 1year and 6month anniversary, so I decided to surprise her and shit. Got her flowers, a cookie cake, and a necklace with my name on it. I thought this was a good gift. I asked her parents for permission to go over at 12am to stop by and give her the gift. Since her parents weren't going to be home, i felt the need to be respectful. It's their home, after all.
So I pull up to her house, and I noticed a random truck close to where I usually park, but whatever. I went in (I had a key). So there I am, going up the stairs to her room. I open the door, and there she was. Naked on top of another naked girl. I was bout to LOST MY SHIT. bet yall didnt see this coming Anyways, I'm like 'what the fuck, yo?' Tthe naked girl turns around and it was one of my cousins from the reunion. (remember the one she accused of not being my cousin?) SO i'm there, staring at my girlfriend on my cousin in shock. 'I'm fucking done with you' is all I said before I left. Took my flowers, cookie cake, and necklace with me.
ANYWAYS. SO THEN.
She dared to show up at my house, to explain to me what I just saw. I was like 'no, I don't even want to hear it. I've put up with you not letting me take photos with girls, not letting me grind, accusing my aunt, and throwing a lamp at a hoe. Fucking my cousin is where I draw the line.' So I broke up with her. Forreals this time. For a while she was a stalker and really petty. Even had 'TWITTER FAMOUS BROKE UP WITH ME CAUSE I FUCKED HIS GIRL COUSIN HAHA HE AINT SHIT AND HE'LL NEVER UPGRADE AFTER ME' for some time.
anyway, For those of you who don't know, my prom date fucking me over after I bought her dress/shoes/hair&Makeup appointment, and she stood me up. and then she fucked my friend and got pregnant, so thats that. anyway. it turned out that the little lunatic actually paid my prom date to stood me up. Keep in mind, I haven't spoken to her in two whole years. I ended up finding out because the prom girl texted me a few days ago to apologize and then spilled that the lunatic threatened her, and said if she didn't stand me up that she was going to ruin her life and injure a family member. so she believed her because she got paid. whatever.
So this past weekend, we had a family BBQ at my aunt's house. The 52 year old. I was there, chillin with my fajita, drinking some Dr. Pepper. I turn around, and I see my cousin coming out the back door holding hands with the little lunatic. I was shocked. The audacity and disrespect. Whatever, right? Shit happens so I went on eating my fajita. About an hour later, my aunt (52yo) says there's some announcement going on. (fun fact; my 52year old aunt is my lesbian cousins mom). So I'm there, waiting for the damn announcement, and the lunatic gets up, gets down on one knee, and busts out a ring. She starts speaking. Talking about love and shit. Then she said this one line that had me dead. She was like 'Its true. We do crazy things for the ones we love.' anyways, so she asks the big question; '(MYNAME) Will you marry me?' fuck. I kindly declined. And I thought she was going to go full lunatic on my ass. But nope. she gently walked away. All the way to my cousin. Got on her knee, and popped the question. again. to my cousin. Who said yes.
As for me, I moved to Dallas for the summer, but I might go down for the wedding, who knows?
Moral of the story: don't date a lunatic cause she'll turn into a little lesbian real quick and propose to your cousin after you tell her no.
The End.
...not my story, found it on the interweb. made me thankful that I don't know anyone this psychotic in my life.
I dated a coworker at my first job. Good job, good hours, fair pay for someone my age. Coworker was a pretty traditional girl. Grew up in the country, parents were still together, so not a lot of red flags. We took it slow. Probably waited 3 months past our first date to get our fuck on. A few weeks after the magic finally happened, shit went downhill.
My truck got broken into. Screwdiver into the driver-side lock. It was a low crime area, so I was kinda shocked by this. What was weirder is that nothing was missing. Radio was still there, 15 bucks in 1s and quarters were still in the tray, and there was no obvious attempt to hotwire the truck. So I went through the truck inch by inch because, weird, right? I'm glad I did. Found a small bag of what I assume to be a very hard drug tucked in the seat. I didn't even bother trying to figure out what it was, I just went inside and flushed it. Then I checked the entire truck again.
I assumed coworker girl had a secret drug problem, but it really didn't fit her at all. She wasn't rail-thin like most speed-heads are. It also didn't make sense why she'd hide something in my truck. She was never in the truck without me, and the stuff was under the drivers seat. So I let it be.
The next day the police showed up at my place with a dog. Said they got a tip. I told them to get a warrant. They said they didn't need one because the tip and the dog gave them cause to search. So I told them to come on in. They went for the truck instead. Did their search, came up dry, but the dog was clearly interested in the seat. Cops asked me about it, I told them I got the truck last year, and don't know the previous owner. The cops left.
Naturally after that I was pissed, so I finally asked coworker girl if she'd ever tried drugs. She said no, not unless you count alcohol and herb. I told her I meant hard drugs. "Like the junk I found in my truck." Her eyes got really wide. I knew I had her. Her response was actually worse that I expected. Her ex was a jealous guy. He was also a drug dealer. She left him when she found out where is income came from. She tells me this was exactly the sort of thing he would do. I was inclined to believe her, because she had no reason to want me arrested.
Jump forward a few days, coworker girl calls the cops because the ex is at the door and wont leave. Cops come, ex is high as balls, had some drugs in his car, gets arrested and sentenced to less than a year (because 1st time offense). The ex blames coworker girl for his arrest, apparently blames me for stealing his girl (even though she was single for months before we met), so she moves out of state to live with family. I worked for another few months then decided to go to college. Never heard from either of them again.
And that's the story of the girl I thought was a meth-head.