He blamed me for ‘snooping’ on his facebook, and said “he’d known her longer” (??). He then lied to all his friends, said I was crazy, controlling, and never wanted to have sex with him.
He cheated on me for the entire two years of our relationship… we used his computer for a tv, he left it open after he left for work, and she started sending him nudes while I was having coffee and watching something while eating breakfast.
Over the course of our relationship, he went on vacation [Edit: without me, I was actually ‘uninvited’ on the first year, after him initially telling me it was ‘our’ trip to celebrate] on both of our anniversaries, wanted me to quit my University program despite getting honors level marks, and he had performance issues related to performance anxiety… we had sex as much as he was able.
She said I ruined a marriage.
I found the wife of the husband who she was cheating on me with, and I let her know that he was sleeping around on her. I provided explicit details and screenshots. I said she did because she was too much of a coward to do what was right. Also she had syphilis.
He concocted a “crazy ex” story about me to cover up the real reasons behind our breakup.
Basically, I found out my partner is into bestiality and is a serial animal abuser, so I dumped him.
Apparently telling people the truth makes you a “batshit crazy cunt.”
I’m the mean, terrible, crazy ex because I finally called the police on him over what he called a “minor disagreement”. My broken ribs and dislocated wrist said otherwise. It wasn’t the first time he had beaten me.
I was the crazy ex because I told people the truth of why I called the cops. I told them why I left him, even beyond the beatings he was a habitual cheater.
I know he was telling all our friends I was crazy.
A guy I was dating just stopped texting me or calling me back out of nowhere, he lived in another state so we hadn’t seen each other in a while. He finally sent me one sentence that it was over and he was seeing someone else. I went a little nuts every time i drank and would text him. Looking back I think I was justified in wanting more information or some closure.