I was the psycho ex a few years back. My boyfriend broke up with me on the grounds that his parents would never accept our union. I found out through mutual friends that he moved a new, much younger girlfriend into his home within a week of our breakup.
I contacted him and whined that I'd left a lot of personal stuff there, which was true. I whined so much that he agreed to let me into his home just one last time to pick it all up, on the grounds that I was in and out of there within half an hour, and that I'd never let his new girlfriend find out that I'd been there.
As soon as I got in, I moved into action. In the bedroom, I put empty condom packets under his blanket. In the bathroom, I put a pair of my earrings behind a jar of her cold cream. And in the kitchen, I left a hair clip next to a sponge.
A couple of weeks later, I heard on the grapevine that he'd been dumped, after a blazing row. I never found out the reason why, though.
Hell hath no fury!
steki47 wrote:Nah, it ain't over. Hasn't even started.
My first psycho exGF:
-Burned or cut up most of the presents I bought for me. The usual pattern being that we would have an argument a week or two after her birthday, etc. and her response was to destroy the things I gave her.
-Destroyed baby pictures of me my parents sent.
-Burned autographed books I had of my favorite authors.
-Tried to stab me with scissors
-Swing bottles at my head a few times.
After we broke up and I left for the navy, she got deep into drugs and left her 3-year old child alone for days at a time. He accidentally started a fire that nearly burned down her dad's house. Child Protective Services took the kid away for awhile and she got him back.
When her son was 16, he ran away and went into foster care. He was adopted by a wonderful man. The child requested a no contact order towards his mother. I visited him last year and rekindled an old relationship. He's really an amazing young man who deserves better than her.
She inherited $100K from her father (sale of house). She bought a $25K car for her new BF. They had an argument and she went outisde and torched the car.
For twenty years she spoke of starting a clothing boutique. Never did.
My last contact with her via email had her claiming that I was a danger to her son and weak for leaving the relationship.
I skipped a few details, such as her suicide attempt, Prozac, etc.
allblacks wrote:How about the Mogurator stops grading people and starts contributing?
Mogura wrote: I'm afraid to ask how long you were together.
steki47 wrote:allblacks wrote:Didnt you also have one like her in Japan? Just asking!
Yes, just haven't posted about her yet. The personality similarities are uncanny. Maybe it's me...
Mogura wrote:You're not the only one afflicted with the "Save the damaged princess" syndrome...
Mogura wrote:7/10. While you made good use of your skills in social engineering and employed the classic passive-aggressive attack, I feel you could have turned the heat up with the clever placement of anal beads.
steki47 wrote:They had an argument and she went outside and torched the car.
Raelene wrote:steki47 wrote:They had an argument and she went outside and torched the car.
Well, that puts me out of the running, then. I couldn't torch a marshmallow, let alone a car.
steki47 wrote:Nice advice with the prawns. I used to prefer more direct and obviously hostile gestures.
In the navy, we had a "Phantom Shitter" on our ship. Every so often, you'd find a dump in some part of the ship. In the middle of a hallway, a . Another one was sprayed across the helicopter landing. That required the fellow to climb up to the next deck and hang off the rails backwards.
Langslave wrote:A few prawns inside the curtain rods Or, an ex-Nova mate and his pals were playing "Hide The Turd" back in uni, came one guys turn, off he went while the others waited outside. He came out, they went in to search, no luck. Few days later one of them was buttering his toast at breakfast...the butter was suddenly brown...
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