This is something I blogged a few weeks ago, but I thought I'd post it here and see what you guys think:
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I just got out of a situation that was a bit crazy. I met this girl who seemed ridiculously awesome, and we clicked so easily. We eventually started dating, and it just escalated from there very quickly. Every time I was away from her for a long period of time (like a day) something traumatic was going on. The first time, her ex supposedly shows up, kicks her down, steals things (including my laptop), then pretends to be her texting me saying some stuff that didn't make sense at all.
Before we met in person she told me that this same guy drugged her and she woke up in a hotel half naked with blood all over her.
Later, when I'm trying to come over to her place, she supposedly gets a DUI because another vehicle similar to hers was supposedly swerving around like a drunk. She said she was in jail for 3 days and I hadn't heard anything from her for that long.
Then, after I've been staying at her place for a few days she starts telling me she's having crying spells at work, and feeling depressed. Then she's having a nose bleed. When she comes home from work, she's perfectly fine.
The last thing that happened is what made me decide for certain that she was making all this shit up. I was gone from 7am to 6pm all day, and she tells me her nose is bleeding again, and she's driving to the ER. She gets in without having to wait, because she waved a bag of blood and tissue around (something she supposedly blew out her nose), then tells me the doc found a mass in her brain. Because she didn't want to be cut into, she said she walked out.
Finally, I talk to her around 6pm and she's crying like a 5 year old, and I can't understand a word she's saying. I asked why the hell she walked, and she said she didn't want them cutting into her skull. I said, "so what are you going to do, wish it away?" She then does a total 180 on me and tells me, "just leave me alone. go back to your mom."
I'm completely baffled by this, and try to calm her down, and she soon goes back to, "I neeed youuu". This is when I start feeling I'm being completely manipulated, cos no 30 year old woman behaves this way. When I get back to her place, she's laying on the floor, mumbling and moaning like she's dying. I'm racing through the house grabbing all my things, and she's whining for me to hold her.
Once I get everything into my car, she walks out, comes downstairs like nothing is wrong with her, and talks to me in a normal voice. I tell her I don't trust her, and that I think her cancer rhetoric is bullshit. She then hobbles onto the grass in front of my car, and I leave.
The next morning I wake up to 25 calls from her, and texts from her number, but supposedly from her dad saying, "my daughter is dying, please help." Whose dad calls his daughter's boyfriend that he doesn't even know?
Then she finds me on Facebook as I signed in briefly, messaging me with "So you're not talking to me for some reason I don't understand. Goodbye, I'm killing myself."
The rest of the day I get calls from her non-stop from some California area code.
I think I've blocked her pretty well now, cos I've heard nothing today.
Ugh, what a fuckin week.
I'm terribly disappointed and hurt, but at the same time relieved that I didn't let this crap go on any longer.
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I just got out of a situation that was a bit crazy. I met this girl who seemed ridiculously awesome, and we clicked so easily. We eventually started dating, and it just escalated from there very quickly. Every time I was away from her for a long period of time (like a day) something traumatic was going on. The first time, her ex supposedly shows up, kicks her down, steals things (including my laptop), then pretends to be her texting me saying some stuff that didn't make sense at all.
Before we met in person she told me that this same guy drugged her and she woke up in a hotel half naked with blood all over her.
Later, when I'm trying to come over to her place, she supposedly gets a DUI because another vehicle similar to hers was supposedly swerving around like a drunk. She said she was in jail for 3 days and I hadn't heard anything from her for that long.
Then, after I've been staying at her place for a few days she starts telling me she's having crying spells at work, and feeling depressed. Then she's having a nose bleed. When she comes home from work, she's perfectly fine.
The last thing that happened is what made me decide for certain that she was making all this shit up. I was gone from 7am to 6pm all day, and she tells me her nose is bleeding again, and she's driving to the ER. She gets in without having to wait, because she waved a bag of blood and tissue around (something she supposedly blew out her nose), then tells me the doc found a mass in her brain. Because she didn't want to be cut into, she said she walked out.
Finally, I talk to her around 6pm and she's crying like a 5 year old, and I can't understand a word she's saying. I asked why the hell she walked, and she said she didn't want them cutting into her skull. I said, "so what are you going to do, wish it away?" She then does a total 180 on me and tells me, "just leave me alone. go back to your mom."
I'm completely baffled by this, and try to calm her down, and she soon goes back to, "I neeed youuu". This is when I start feeling I'm being completely manipulated, cos no 30 year old woman behaves this way. When I get back to her place, she's laying on the floor, mumbling and moaning like she's dying. I'm racing through the house grabbing all my things, and she's whining for me to hold her.
Once I get everything into my car, she walks out, comes downstairs like nothing is wrong with her, and talks to me in a normal voice. I tell her I don't trust her, and that I think her cancer rhetoric is bullshit. She then hobbles onto the grass in front of my car, and I leave.
The next morning I wake up to 25 calls from her, and texts from her number, but supposedly from her dad saying, "my daughter is dying, please help." Whose dad calls his daughter's boyfriend that he doesn't even know?
Then she finds me on Facebook as I signed in briefly, messaging me with "So you're not talking to me for some reason I don't understand. Goodbye, I'm killing myself."
The rest of the day I get calls from her non-stop from some California area code.
I think I've blocked her pretty well now, cos I've heard nothing today.
Ugh, what a fuckin week.
I'm terribly disappointed and hurt, but at the same time relieved that I didn't let this crap go on any longer.