It was in college and she was the daughter of a baptist teacher. Talk about repressed sexuality by the time we broke up the people she had sex with enough men while we were dating. At least 2 I can recount. She would try to hit me and manipulate me when she would not get her way. She would get p~~~ed that I would smoke while I was talking to her and even yelled out I had a small dick at my birthday party. Which it isn’t but looking back she was lose. Her vagina could not grip it all in the beginning and that should have been a huge red flag. She even admitted she was the freshmen slut who had slept with the senior quarterback. She got p~~~ed when I got her a piece of chocalte in the shape of a cross even though she was christain or at least pretended to be. Man was I blue pill in so many ways. But at the same time we spent a whole month f~~~ing like rabbits and I was proudly a dick to her at times. Let’s just say I did it all for the nookie. It was truly a roller coaster of epic proportions. A year later she was pregnant and getting married. God bless that mans soul.

The winner though is my first long term in my early to mid 20s, who I ended up living with for 8 months.

Aside from her high maintenance, eating disorder, drama and lack of intelligence, one story takes the prize for me: she encouraged me to hit her. And no, it was not some kind of kinky role play.

I remember us getting in an argument. I don’t remember the reason for the argument because it was 15 years ago. With that said, I was likely p~~~ed off with her for being completely unreliable and acting like a five year old.

In eny event, once we started arguing, she got right in my face, and with total conviction and the eyes of the exorcist, started screaming at me to hit her. She said it over and over: hit me, hit me, hit me…

I had no desire to hit her, so I tried to distance myself from her, but she chased me and continued to say it with her face as close to mine as possible.

At the time, I had no idea what the f~~~ was going on, but I had enough sense to get the f~~~ out of there, and I went to a friend’s house. I was pretty disturbed by the whole ordeal.

Nowadays, I know exactly what she was trying do. She wanted a black eye so she could run to her family/friends, play the innocent victim and make me out to be the big bad boyfriend. Likely call the police and get me charged too.

Interesting how they “love”, isn’t it?

One day my brother contracted a virus while travelling and it viscously attacked his immune system. I visited him in the hospital as the doctors struggled to figure out was was wrong and stabilize him.  He was in critical condition and it was every bit as serious and brutal as a car accident. Her first question was “How is your brother?”.  Her second question was “Did you see any pretty nurses while you were there?”.

She was So F~~~ed Up, a complete narcissist, and would had _never_ been happy unless she was the last woman on earth (and even then I have my doubts).

Why did I stay for so long?  I thought I loved her, and I _knew_ that she could trust me, so I figured given enough time she would eventually come around.

It almost killed me.  That was nearly ten years ago.  Now I am FREE and will NEVER let a woman control me again in _any_ way.

Snitches:  Threatening to call 911 because I was “verbally assaulting” her.  Had to yank the phone cord on that bitch.  Telling everyone “I don’t do nothing so he must be rich!” to strangers.

Bitches: Been slapped by two different women.  Trying to get a reaction from me.  I laughed.

Woman trying to get addicted to pills to grab my attention with their depression.  Do I run a rehab?

THEY ALL CRAZY!

The reason she gets a pass is because she was the only person that could help me though my hardest times. I still kicked her out of my life because I do not put up with crazy and she understood that and respected me for it.

I met her when I was living alone in a hotel. I was in the hotel because of grief; I lost my lady to cancer. She looked in my eyes and saw that I was in pain and consoled me. Note: my lady was a recovering ****** and felt sorry for all of the damage that she did; and moreover did a great job of providing utility in my life until the day she died. (That is a must if you have any women in your life.)

The crazy girl saw my pain without me talking about it. I was not a white knight to her; rather a person that pointed out her bad behavior.

In the end I told her: There is the door and she left. That being noted she did not steal or hurt me but I could not live in the blue pill world.

Much more about the story but I do not like to ramble.

I was stationed at Ft. Sam Houston, San Antonio, TX.  I was dating this hawt Italian girl.  She was crazy and sexually adventurous.

One night an instructor (totally against regulation) threw a toga party (it was 1986) and invited several trainees.  I brought my girl friend and the fun and drinking ensued.  This huge, muscle-bound guy got so drunk that he passed out.  Then we drew funny runes all over his face and body like from the movie Conan.

Turned out that before he passed out, this hawt Italian chick blew him, his best friend, and the instructor, then f~~~ed me as I was passing out on a bedroom floor.  The I banged her again the next morning in the shower before leaving the instructors house.

I found out about this because the Conan dude asked me how his, and other two guys’ dicks tasted during dinner chow the next day.

Wait.  I gets better.  While she was engaged to an instructor.  She blew me in the hallway of our barracks.

The funny thing was that I remember seeing him on Fox News around 2004 being interviewed because he had killed three men in hand-to-hand combat.

I don’t know how crazy she was but this makes for one hell of a story.

Correction. It was 2003, Afghanistan.

-Obviously I will HAVE to keep my legs closed if you are going to marry me (it was meant for other random men)

-After she admitted to f~~~ing a guy previous night she said “I thought of you when dropping the kids to daycare in the morning”. She was a single mother. That I will remember till I die. To say I was a blue pill mangina is an understatement.

-She wrote a guys name on her fridge clipboard followed by 8pm (as a sort of reminder) for me to see that. Later realized she was f~~~ing him. I read somewhere if you don’t want someone to believe something tell them the truth.

-Insisted I read her personal journal entries.

-During sexting “I don’t care about sex I just wanna get f~~~ed” and “His {younger son} daycare called. He’s sick I have to pick him up. Good thing I wasn’t getting f~~~ed an hour away in my van”.

-“I am not a whore you think I am”

-On first date I ask “So what happened to the kids dad?”. Sitting back calm, sipping her coffee ” He killed himself”. When? “2 months ago”

-Used to scream so loud during sex I tried hard to not lose my boner thinking about what her kids can hear next door. “Is daddy back?”

-Would get up and leave bedroom fully naked to take one of the kids to bathroom in middle of night

-Her 6 year old said “Mommy I love you but I want to kill you”. And he drew his father’s casket being lowered in grave. Didn’t faze her one bit.

-I bought one of her kids a toy. She tells me later “I am p~~~ed you didn’t buy him (the other kid) something too”

-When told her the risks involved of getting stuck paying child support to kids that aren’t mine. She goes “only a problem if you umm make like 40 grand a year”

Thankfully I’ve always had good reactions, physical and mental. I never gave a woman a second chance after a nutcase episode. Just walked. The only one who kept herself together for a good while was the one who came off the pill to get herself pregnant. No second chance there either.

Edit: ooh I do remember one f~~~ing lunatic from about 20 years ago. We went for a day out along the coast one Sunday, and I made her go dutch, cos I ain’t f~~~ing stupid and I wanted to see her reaction. I didn’t hear from her rest of the week, and saw her again the following weekend in the same bar we’d met. I didn’t say anything to her so she came over and started shouting the place down, saying I was disgusting for making her go dutch and that I was s~~~ in bed. We never even f~~~ed lmao.

I just laughed at her and walked away.