If you're lucky, you've never had a 'crazy ex.'
Defining 'crazy' in this context is subjective, but usually involves some high level of manipulation, chaos, and sometimes threats and violence.
No 'crazy' ex starts out that way, at least not externally, there's usually a honeymoon phase or even years of relational normalcy before the mask slips. If you've found herself escaping the clutches of a relationship only to realize just how wild it all was, you're not alone.
I suspect she was crazy long before I knew her, but I realized she was a f**king sociopath when she asked me to euthanize my dog because 'he was taking up too much of 'our' time'.
She put an ad in the paper. Became a sex worker. Brought clients to our family home. We had kids.
Painted my name all over his bedroom, bathroom, and lounge room. Proposed and then Photoshopped us into wedding pictures, sent invites to all his family, mine, and my friends.
Got an ultrasound photo online and tried to announce to Facebook we were expecting a baby, shaved our initials into his cat, and left hundreds of love letters taped to my car.
So that was crazy. We went on half a double date with friends, I was just being a good sport, noped out when he proposed when my food came. The rest came over the next week.
I feel I wasn't clear: this was all after the one and ONLY date. This wasn't a 'we dated for months and then his crazy came out' this was 'we met an hour ago why are you proposing to me.'
She woke me up because I had the night sweats and she was convinced I had AIDs. For some reason, I decided to appease her and got a full STD screen including an expensive AIDs test.
A few weeks later I drove to her house to give her my signed note (I had to specifically request) stating my clean bill of health.
She accused me of forging the entire thing and in the following argument pulled the plates out of the cupboard and Frisbeed them at me. I left immediately.
About 6 months later (I had just started dating my now fiancé) she contacted me to tell me she believed me and wanted to know if she and her two dogs could move in with me. I never responded.
She tried to draw my blood out while I was asleep to put in a vial she wore around her neck.
She would start arguments out of thin air because 'I'm drama, this is who I am.' Then one day, I went drinking in her hometown, she ran into her ex. A day later she said, sorry, but I'm going to start dating him again.
Two days after that, she was begging to get back together. Nope. Messaged me occasionally for a few years to go out for a drink, but eventually stopped when she got knocked up.
Good luck to the guy who knocked her up, in addition to being an absolute gem of a personality, she had awful genetics and family.
He tried to strangle me with an HDMI cord because I didn't straighten my hair that day. He had been crazy for a while but that's the very moment where I realized it.
He started messaging all the new guys he thought I would maybe go out with asking them not to invite me out 'cause he felt he still had a chance with me.
This happened not once or twice, this happened with around 10 guys. He didn't even know them in person. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEM.
I told her after three years of dating that I was actually a war refugee from Chechnya (she just knew I was from Russia, nothing more) and had seen a lot of horrible things during my childhood.
I saw people be executed, bombs exploding, people dying slowly of gangrene, dodging snipers etc. Never really told anybody this in my life since I came to America, I told her because I was pretty sure I wanted to spend my future with her.
I told her it was a massive deal that I told her this in the first place, because I hadn't ever told anyone. She left me right afterward because she assumed I was crazy or mentally damaged from all the sh*t I went through.
She said she didn't wanna date some scary war refugee. The worst part was that her parents, who I mostly communicated through because she refused to talk to me, believed it too.
They said horrible things to me about it, saying I was a criminal, junkie, that I would end up beating her up, I'm just another street arab (I am azeri, not arab). They put their foot down and said I could never date someone like their daughter.
One of the worst weeks of my life. Really made me lose faith in long-term relationships with girls. For all those curious, it wasn't an immediate thing.
She always found me sketchy in a way because I was from the bad part of Brooklyn and she knew I had a history with hard drugs in my teens even after I came to America.
She was scared of that stuff, she wouldn't go to certain bars and clubs that had a certain 'type' of person, she preferred yuppie bars. she came from white, upper-class suburbs so right there it was a major divide in how we grew up.
Apparently, that divide made her really uncomfortable, like she couldn't relate to me, and finding out I am a war refugee just was the last straw for her.
She tried to drown herself in a river in the middle of December because she thought I wanted to sleep with someone else. I had to wade out and get her.
This was after she spiked my phone on the ground when I received a text message from a friend saying my (then) girlfriend had left her purse at the bar.
On a separate occasion, she grabbed her car keys from me after drinking heavily and when I tried to stop her from driving she almost ran me over.
When he was convinced he had AIDS and started trying to 'infect' ER staff, or when he proudly told me he was the son of Jesus Christ, or when he tried to kick in my door at 3:00 am as a grand romantic gesture.
Or how he thought his bald spot would grow hair again if he was just a better person.
He cheated and I was stupid and forgave him. Two months later I was served with an eviction notice because he had lied to my face about having paid rent.
I told him I would give him a chance to work on himself, but I needed space and would find somewhere apart from him two months later when the lease was up.
He threatened suicide three times, called me drunk multiple times, switched between 'you're the best ever I love you and can't live without you' and 'you're a whore and the worst person ever, die alone' from voicemail to voicemail.
By then, I had told him that we were definitely over but the final nail in the coffin for him was when he drove to my new house drunk to call me names and tried to pull me out of my house.
Psychotic and emotionally abusive crazy will always be psychotic and emotionally abusive crazy.
I tried to end things several times and always got guilt-tripped into taking him back. When I finally told him I was ending it for good he asked if we could still be friends. I said we could (I was 17, didn't understand how complicated staying friends is).
A few days later he invited me to his house to play Guitar Hero — as friends, of course. I thought it would be fine because his other friend was going to be there too. Like I said, naive. Or stupid. Or both.
When I got to his house he had a drink in his hand (red flag number one; in the year I had dated him he had never had a drink). As he drank more, he began asking me to stay over 'one last time' and begging him to give him 'one last kiss'.
For obvious reasons, I became incredibly uncomfortable and told him I was leaving. He followed me up the stairs and cornered me in the entranceway, grabbing my wrists, trying to force them to my sides, and kiss me, refusing to let me leave.
He was crying, I was screaming AND crying, his friend was yelling at him to let me go. I managed to take out my cell phone and call my mom but he yanked it out of my hands before I could say anything to her.
Luckily, she heard me screaming before he hung up, got in her car and hauled a*s to his place. With the help of his friend, I managed to get out of the house and into my mom's car.
He stood in front of it (in bare feet, in the snow) but I think he realized my mom probably would have run him down (not really, but she was definitely in defense mode) because he got out of the way.
That was just the beginning of months of bullsh*t including a suicide attempt and various incidents of harassment. I was really messed up about it for a really long time.
TL;DR he tried to forcibly keep me at his house after I broke up with him and made my life a living hell for months.
When we broke up he moved into my neighbor's apartment and would hang around outside waiting for me to take the trash out or leave for work. They had a surveillance camera on their front door (drug dealers).
So every time I came home, he'd be moping around outside trying to get me to come outside. I ended up moving out of state, on a trip back home we had been on better terms and were planning on meeting up for a drink.
Before that happened, I found out he got this girl pregnant and she was having an abortion- whatever, totally her/their choice. I called off the drinks and told him I knew what was going on and I had no interest in being involved in that drama.
He tried to say he didn't even know if it was his, he told the girl he got pregnant he was going to kill himself, blah blah blah. Before I left town I had a card in my dad's driveway from my ex, inside he wrote all kinds of crazy sh*t.
I don't remember what it said but I do remember the poorly sketched picture he drew of an aborted baby with its umbilical cord wrapped around its neck like a noose.
Well, my friend introduced us because we were both taking time off uni for mental illness. So we're probably both each other's crazy ex. That said, he has a habit of dating girls he meets in the psych ward, so I doubt I'm his craziest at least.