Craziest Woman you have dated

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

What a sad c~~~. Sorry you had to deal with such a f~~~wit.

[MeisterParticipant 2093]

As far as I remember she was 25 and I was 23.

She was on wellfare and had 2 kids from some ex-boyfriend.

I asked: “Why do you have two kids.”

She:”I skipped the pill without telling my boyfriend, because I wanted to chain him to me.”

Me: “But why another kid?”

She: “We just didn’t care anymore.”

At her place she put the kids to bed. Then she put on a weird, gothic, japanese schoolgirl uniform, rubbed her ass against my crotch and said: “I’ve been a bad girl. Punish me!”

I was still a bit naive at 23, but even then I knew it was time to get the f~~~ out of there.

Monk

[VirginiusParticipant 15]

They’ve all been crazy to one degree or another, but I have dated two with BPD/severe daddy issues. Both were violent, the first would regularly get drunk and throw drinking glasses, wine bottles, cutlery at me and all over the apartment. She swung a punch at my face one night and fractured my nose, a couple of days later she smashed her older sister’s nose to a pulp, requiring sister to have reconstructive surgery. When we split up, she moved to an apartment that was shared with some older bindi guy. She was drunk and he offered to give her a ride into the city, but apparently she got in the car with him, flipped out and grabbed the steering wheel while he was driving. He was forced to call the cops.

Following this one, I was briefly hooking up with a crazy bitch that waited tables at the place I bartended. She was drunk one night and we took a cab from LES to Harlem where she lived. When we got there she started arguing with the cabbie about the fare. She’s yelling in the middle of the street while people from the apartments above were looking down on the street casing the situation. While I’m planning my exit, she sets her purse down in front of her apartment building, then proceeds to punch the cabbie in the face. During the altercation some neighborhood kids got away with her purse and I got away with my life.

My last one would do the typical hypocritical jealousy but of course she’s allowed to have 10 orbiters and her ex on constant contact. She’d flip out and grab knives and threaten to hurt herself. Something would set her off drunk and she’d attempt to smash vases and s~~~ over my head. They’re all f~~~in’ crazy…It’s not if, it’s when.

[TattooDaveParticipant 6952]

Unfortunately for us all women suffer from borderline personality disorder I’m sorry to break it to you but my mom broke it to me about five years ago when I described my ex-girlfriends crazy ass Behavior. My brother after I tell my mom how crazy it was she just looks at me and says tattoodave all women are like that it’s just the way it is so when your 80 year old mother tells you that you do tend to listen keep up the good sharing brother

I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d

[Anonymous 54]

Every time I see this post I stop and think, and cant single one out. Nuts. Every single one of them.

[AkhilleusParticipant 2486]

Funny semi scary,

4 score 10 nights and 50 moons ago way when I was yeee olde mangina. She slept over and imagine first thing you see if this crazy girl sitting on top of me going “WHO IS WHO IS IT WHO ARE U CHEATING ON ME WITH???!!!” I wake up discombobulated going wtf?? WTf are you talking about? she points down to my crotch I had morning wood like normal and she screams out “IN YOUR DREAMS YOU MUST HAVE BEEN F~~~ING SOMEONE IN YOUR DREAMS WHO IS THAT BITCH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!”……………………. wow I stayed around for I think 6 months more of that.

Aloha means family you don't leave family behind. Who will be the next Draconarius for MGTOW? MGTOW = brothers = acceptance = belonging

[Joey BrooksSpectator 29]

Just read the piece on “Flaky Chicks” and it inspired me to write my very first post here.

First of all…I never really dated this girl. Her name is Caroline. I sure did try to date her though. But she was the classic Flake. So I first have to come clean about NOT actually ever getting her to show up for a date. The Story:

Caroline was in a few of my college classes (LSU Late ’70s) and caught my eye like any pretty, exotic girl would. I struck up a conversation with her and went through all of the “pre-dating” protocol. Everything seemed OK about her so I asked her out on a date. She seemed excited about it, I set a time to pick her up, and that was that. Now I am no dummy. I always CALL before I drive over to a woman’s house just in case I screwed up the time or they forgot or whatever. Honest mistakes happen. Well…no answer. So I called another girl and went out with her. This process repeated itself three times (my upper limit for getting stood up by flaky girls). One time her roommate answered and gave me a bunch of double-talk. Pure bulls~~~, I could smell it through the phone. I found it funny actually because at the time I was in college there were LITERALLY two girls for every boy – just like the Beach Boy’s song. Not to brag too much but I was kind of a one-man escort service with over 60 girls calling me for dates and NO i was not getting sex from all of them, or sometimes ANY of them, because then I have sprung the trap and would be asked to give up the other 59 girls of course. I was on a list of “nice guys who could dance and keep my hands to myself” at a couple of dorms. Many of the women were engaged to guys back home and just wanted some nightlife with a decent guy. FYI…I almost always had ONE girl to have physical fun with. Back to the danged story.

One time I actually got to hang out with Caroline and took her up to my dorm room where she met, and got a huge crush on – my roommate. Figures. She actually KEPT dates with him and my roomie got to hit that s~~~. I was happy for him, I had plenty of action of my own, but I did find this kinda RUDE of Caroline to hook up with my f~~~ing roommate. Whatever. It didn’t last a month. Caroline and I were still “buds” as far as she knew but I was over it except for having some fun with her idiot tendencies. I amused myself just playing with her.

During one semester I saw Caroline in a walking cast. She broke a foot or something skiing. She was an architecture major and had a ton of stuff to carry to a class. Like a good “White Knight” I offered to carry her s~~~ to class early one morning. Other than that I stayed pretty cordial and would ask her on a date just for fun. I always had a backup plan and always needed it. In 2 years she NEVER kept ONE date. Funny s~~~.

So eventually, as luck would have it, Caroline got a HUGE crush on me like out of the blue. I think word at the dorm must have gotten to her that I was super popular, fun, and not hard to be around. So she starts perusing me. I did not take her serious at all and made some excuse every time she asked me to do something. All this did was make her even more crazy for me. It got kinda ridiculous. Yes, I was tempted to hit that s~~~. I was 19 years old with testosterone squirting out of every pore. But NO WAY was that bitch going to get my good stuff, ever. I was happy to lead her on though.

One afternoon I get a phone call from Caroline. “Wow…she knows how to use the phone” I thought. I was blown away by what I was about to hear. Caroline informed me that her parents were going out of town for a week during our Spring Break and she wanted me to go home with her (about an hours drive) to hang a round her house naked for the whole week. I could not freaking believe my luck! So I told her “SURE!…sounds GREAT! See you Friday!”

Friday comes along. My phone rings. It’s Caroline telling me she is ready to go. Wow. She kept a date FINALLY. I told her: “Caroline…remember you stood me up like twenty times over the past two years?”. Silence. Then I said: “There is no f~~~ing WAY I am going anywhere with you. Now you know how that s~~~ feels. Goodbye.”

Mother of God I felt great. I had no idea if that even hurt her but I went down to the cafeteria walking on a cloud. I grabbed my tray of food and sat at a big table with a group of male buds. I didn’t say anything to them about what happened as they didn’t really know the girl. I get about halfway through dinner and Caroline’s roommate comes into the cafeteria. She strolls over to me, throws her whole tray of food on me and calls me an asshole, then storms out. I just sat there with a HUGE grin on my face. Then I knew just how much I must have destroyed that stupid, flaky bitch. I hope she learned something.

And I hope you all enjoyed this. I mean…who else could I tell this to?

If you could walk through walls, would you still use doors?

[BrainPilotParticipant 7640]

In my life of about a half century now, I have raced motorcycles, jumped from airplanes, and petted sharks in open ocean diving on the Great Barrier reef. I once made 1000% on a stock deal and on another occasion was fortunate enough to make 50k in tax free cash on a real estate deal. I once won a science fair in junior high school. These were some of the brighter moments in the life I’ve had.

But, as I’ve written elsewhere, there is NOTHING like the feeling that comes from saying “No” to a woman like the one you describe here. It is a feeling unique in the total array of experiences a man can have in his life. The more entitled and vagina-empowered the woman assumes herself to be, the better. The more blatant and x-rated the offer from her is, the better. And the more dead-pan and non-negotiable the “No” is, the better. In other places on this site, I’ve compared it to the effect of a wrecking ball smashing into a condemned building. Even if the building remains standing after the first impact, it is never the same.

I suspect that the two most memorable moments in a woman’s life where men are concerned, are the first time she has sex with a man (when she realizes the onset of the power of vagina over men), and the first time a man turns her down for it… when that power is taken away.

Here’s me raising a glass to you my friend. Not only for doing it, but for getting the confirmation of the impact of it from her friend. You introduced them both to the power of “No”.

Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

[NotaFoolParticipant 134]

Here’s one for the guys who date single moms.
I was drinking and watching the house band at the infamous bar in West Hollywood on the Sunset Strip, The Viper Room. I was about 22 or 23 and going to college at the time. I’m sitting at the bar, the bartender comes over and says the young lady at the other end would like to buy me a drink. So, I accepted walked over, thanked her introduced myself and she invited me to sit next to her. Cutting to the chase after she bought a few more rounds and I boughta couple we ended up back at her place. We f~~~ed, and was about to leave at 4:30 am and she said to stay and she didn’t have to work and I also had no school but work at 6 pm. So I agreed to stay.
She gets up around 8 or 9 and tells me she has to take her daughter to school and she’d be right back. So as I’m laying there in her bed, I get that feeling like someone is watching me. So I open my eyes and there is a little girl who’s face is about a foot away from my face staring at me with both hands holding up her face. I nearly screamed hahahaha. The look in this 5 year old’s eyes was like looking into two bowls of used motor oil, black and bottomless.
I must have said something or made some kind of noise because her mom yelled her name and told her to leave me alone and stay out of her room. As she turned to walk out I sat up and realized this little monster in the making had taken all her dolls and toys and made a circle with them around my body on the bed as I was sleeping. It was like I was some sacrificial lamb about to be slaughtered or some kind of shrine to worship and use black magic to make sure I became her next Daddy. It was the weirdest damn thing I’ve ever seen or been part of. Needless to say, I got up and dressed and just as the mom was about to take her little princess psychopathic mini-me to day care I told her I had to go and didn’t even offer an explanation and I thanked her for letting my drunk ass stay the night and I was out the door.
I could only imagine what that pair would be like if I got involved with the mom. I wasn’t taking any chances. I think I narrowly escaped that Stephen King book. Hahaha
That little girl must be about 28 or 30 by now. I wonder what kind of terror she’s inflicting on men these days?

" if women didn't exist , all the money in the world would have no meaning" Aristotle Onassis "Women are like Elephants, everyone wants to look at them but, nobody wants to have one" W.C. Fields

[QodeshiymParticipant 28]

My first date, Malady (like Melody, but pronounced Mah-lah-dee), a 5-ft Filipina definitely takes the cake as the craziest woman I’ve dated. I was very much blue-pill & mentor-less back in the fall of 2012, making the ultimate mistake of dating a co-worker (in my own department to boot)–that would turn out to be my first & last time trying that stunt.

I missed her birthday party which was held at a gay bar. This came just about a month after being employed as a dispatcher at a marketing firm. The day after the party I met her again just outside our building in the smoking area (she smokes, I don’t). I was coming back from my break at the nearby doughnut shop & asked her how the event went. She said it was pretty decent & after this brief moment of exchange I offered to take her out. We met at a food market by our railway station but didn’t eat anything because we agreed to meet after we had supper at our own houses (we both lived with our parents at that time). We engaged in a lot of icebreaker topics such as our family backgrounds & social circles, our past-time activities, what we were doing for school & how long we expected to be at the company we were currently working for. All in all, she seemed to be normal enough, so after our time got used up, we spent a few minutes at first base & went about the rest of our evening separately.

I worked overnights while she was on evening shift, our hours overlapping from 10 PM to 2 AM. My first break was a quarter after midnight & she’d take her last break with me so we could make out in the smoking area, & sometimes in the downstairs cafeteria (while everyone took their breaks in the one upstairs). In one of those instances, she opened up her purse & showed me a condom pack, admitting that she felt ready for me to use it on her. I thought about that moment when I returned to my work desk & felt a bit anxious; it was not too long later on that another co-worker would discreetly put the icing on the cake. “Hey, man–your girl didn’t take a taxi voucher to go home. I think she’s still in the downstairs cafeteria waiting for you to go on your lunch break!”

So 2:30 AM rolls around, & I pop downstairs to ask Malady what the deal was, expecting that she had a ride from a family member lined up. But nope, she wanted to spend more time with me, & confessed that she wanted to have sex that same night. She thought that since everyone stayed upstairs & there were no cameras, we could f~~~ on one of the toilet in the girl’s room–we did. I was so scared stiff that I didn’t even climax; the signs of her clinginess haunted the living daylights out of me.

She’d wait for make-out sessions with me on the cafeteria couch for the next month & a half, but she also wanted to meet outside work more often; that was time I couldn’t afford, to her annoyance, which ended up with a break-up message via Facebook. I was overjoyed that I could regain my precious time to myself again, but Malady had plans to get back with me; she waited for the entirety of my shift at 6:30 AM to tell me this, but I politely refused, stating that things were irreconcilable.

In the space of a week, my supervisor (who previously was the first senior agent I job-shadowed with) asked to meet me in the office hallway just after clocking in; he explained that Malady had been making false reports against me, accusing me of trying to frame her & send her to prison, & that the condom broke & she was late! After calmly presenting what had happened between us, he speculated that she might be experiencing a mental breakdown (he tipped me off that she was sometimes muttering unintelligibly at her desk), & arranged to seat me in the farthest area of the office from her to avoid any work conflict & the misfortune of losing my job & life as a free man.

My co-workers started to realize what was happening, but held their peace since she’d usually sit by or close to me in the office. After a another couple weeks had passed, the building security tipped me off that he had to report her to the supervisor, as she had been unplugging the microwaves, refrigerators, T.V., wired phone & drink machines (sometimes the machines would defrost, leaking water onto the cafeteria floor. According to him, she’d also been going on about how the place being haunted when he confronted her about her weird antics.

Another couple weeks went by, & in that duration of time I realized that she had been missing from work for a considerable amount. My supervisor updated me that she was on leave to get medical attention; about a week after her return, she was gone again, but this time for good–she couldn’t function anymore at the job.

I’d been scared s~~~less up until that point, so I decided never again to dip my pen in any company’s ink, or get into any semblance of a relations~~~. Winnipeg is a town fit for only pumping & dumping. Now feminism has f~~~ed over Canada–true North my ass.

[Knightz of the RoundSpectator 319]

I went out with a girl once that was crazy. One day I just needed some me time and I didnt really wanted to be bothered, but my girlfriend came over anyway. I didnt want to put up with her s~~~ so I just locked the door and told her to just come back tomorrow. She went ballistic. She stood in front of the door shouting and starting banging on it. I just turned the radio up as loud as it could go to drown her out.She got someone else in the house to talk to me and he asked if I was good and I said yeah and he left me alone. After about 15 minutes she tried a different tactic. She got a knife and a piece of paper and she carved my initials in her arm and smeared the blood on the paper and wrote that she was going to hurt herself more if I didnt open the door. Access Denied She eventually left and came back the next day and saw what she did to herself. Bitches be crazy!

They Steal, Kill, and Destroy

[LeitnainParticipant 32]

The last chick I dated after I broke up with her decided to hook up with her crystal meth dealer who’s 24 and has been locked up 12 times already. Who she decided to f~~~ without protection after he point blank told her that he’d shared dirty needles with a couple in town who are HIV positive and have AIDS. She chose to do this because she doesn’t believe in STDs. So it’s quite likely she has HIV at the ripe old age of 23. Haven’t touched her, or really talked to her since.

I’m still processing the part, where a guy tells you he probably has HIV, and you decide: “Ah well, f~~~ it.” ….I haven’t dated since in the last couple of months. Because it’s stunted me with it’s extreme stupidity. So I decided to re-assess my priorities, away from pussy. And, I think for good reason after that.

"Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end." - Aleister Crowley, Hymn to Lucifer

[OneTrueMisfitSpectator 2690]

The one who tried to get me jumped, or the one who punched me in the face, or the one who broke a window out, the one who tried to say I raped her for fondling her in her sleep after sex when we were dating and had sex on multiple occasions? idk take your pick.

Don't care

[SOLI2DEParticipant 746]

Here’s mine and this is painful but I have to get it out. I had a LDR(or so I thought). She was 3 years older than me and staring at 40 plus I didn’t get it when she said she wanted to be married by 40. Played white knight savior, super bleu-pill provider and paid her rent once and let her use Uber to get back and forth to work for months on family plan charged to my CC. We were not even in same state. She was definitely borderline and untreated. Dumped me like every few months by text but I still didnt get it. In fact after she dumped me the first time I found mgtow.com and was doing fine on my own for 6 months until she contacted me(Mr. Justin Case). Threw all my previous red pills away and went for the biological brainwashing. She even dumped me by text 2 hours before going to my grandfather’s wake! Said I changed because I went to spend time with my family for the funeral. 8 months later and with plenty of proof after being dropped this time I started doing research and connected the dots. I was finally ready to see. Now I know that romantic love is a illusion and she never really cared about me just only as a utility. Flew out there a few times and stayed in expensive hotels but hypergamy doesn’t care! It will take a few months to clear up my CC debt which is manageable but I am disgusted at her and mad at myself. I’ve been socialized/ conditioned to crave their validation and wince at the thought of the things I did for her and the BS I took. Pussy is not worth it. I needed that relapse to have all the questions about female nature answered for me. I have no more doubts about them.

“Do not give your strength to women, nor your ways to that which destroys kings.” -Proverbs 31:3-

[SOLI2DEParticipant 746]

Oh and she is a single mom who couldn’t have any more children. In hindsight I dodged a real bullet. Money can be replaced, time can’t. No other way to go but my own.

“Do not give your strength to women, nor your ways to that which destroys kings.” -Proverbs 31:3-

[OneLaneOnlyPlsParticipant 1747]

Here are a few zingers that come to mind …

Swedish girl, 7.343/10, 31. Dated a few months, mostly just sex. Last time I saw her, acted different, hair was different. Slept together, again – was different. Hopped on FB as i thought she may have been married – she was a twin. She had sent her sister to fk me instead.

Seperated girl, 8.6554/10, 30. Used my place exclusively for sex, never saw her place until 6 months in. Drove 47 mins to a McMansion straight out of a movie. She was on patio cleaning up wine glasses, which seemed odd. We had pizza and wine overlooking the lake. Slept together, then she leaves the room, and comes back with a complimentary bottled water for me. Tells me she is tired, I start noticing there are no photos anywhere in this mansion. I leave, but end up going wrong way home. Turn GPS on, end up driving past hers. Another car is rolling in, and she is on the patio again, cleaning up the wine glasses.

Solarium girl, 7.9877/10, 35. Beach bunny who liked inflicting and receiving pain during sex. Also liked risky business in public places. Scratched me so hard on the back, and basically punched my chest, pushed her off the bed and told her to GTFO. She wouldn’t leave. She had the audacity to threaten to call the cops if I made her leave. Had to bring a neighbor in as a witness, to get her out.

Model girl, 9.1232/10, 34. Flew interstate every few weeks to see me, when her work brought me to my city. She would stay weekends, I would sometimes fly down to see her. Liked football as much as I did. Every now and then, she would call me ‘Nick’. I didn’t mind at first, but after 5 months, it started to bug me. Last time I saw her, ‘Nick’ called her phone, and she was in the shower. She gave me a nasty STD as well, as a parting gift.

Last girl I dated, 8.5654/10, 35. Dated over a year. Eastern Euro, quite ‘experienced’, had a lot in common. Found out via a mixup with courier, that she was an actual hoor, who had gone back into the biz when she lost her regular job. She then stalked me for 3 months, had to block her on everything.

There are plenty more, but they are the first that come to mind.

[surfdude12Participant 4103]

Also dated BPD. About 6 months into relationship I sensed she was weird so googled her name. It brought up half dozen mug shots with HER PHOTO but A DIFFERENT NAME and DIFFERENT WEIGHT (160, she was 110 with me LOL). Thus, she had CHANGED HER NAME. Only reason her changed name brought up real name mugshots was the mugshots has “alias” field with changed name that hit on the search.

So then it gets REALLY WEIRD: I google the CHANGED (FAKE) NAME along with other info (i.e. University she SAID she attended) and it brings up REAL CHICK with her FAKE NAME who went to the University (small University and unique name)! Looks like she essentially stole someone else’s identity in forming her NEW NAME/IDENTITY.

I threw all her s~~~ out of my place and changed locks BEFORE telling her what I knew. I then just sent her email: “I know who you are. Stay the fack away from me or else I will take the necessary legal action”

[TattooDaveParticipant 6952]

867-5309

I believe they are all named Jenny.

I saw your face but I’m not like the others before
I saw your number on the wall

8675309

I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d

[StealthParticipant 5347]

Possessed by the voices in her head, she would start speaking what they were saying to her in the middle of the night. Like the name of a dead black woman. A dead black woman in the middle of the night. This dead black woman wanted me to know her name.

She told me she used to receive oral sex from ghosts. Tried to Communicate to me telepathically across the room. Would look at me with huge eyes to see if message was received. Every time I saw her she wanted to analyze the status of our relationship. Seven months in, she started cycles of breakups, every two weeks, always big and dramatic, for no perceivable reason, screaming tantrum and walking off. I hung in for at least a dozen of these rounds.

We watched Fatal Attraction together, her response was that the female character seemed normal. Freaked out and broke up with me when I bought a color necktie she didn’t like (gray) and claimed it caused her physical pain. She and her husband jointly proposed marriage to me, essentially a handoff in which I would marry her and he would divorce her, which I declined since I didn’t want to get married. She had several sexual encounters with other guys that she lied to me about while insisting she wanted to date me exclusively, while being married. Claimed I got her pregnant while she had her tubes tied, but I never saw a baby.

She left me while attempting to divorce her husband and becoming a sex slave to a tiny little PUA I knew who was trying to practice dominating women (and whom I suspect I have seen on this site, based on a lot of personal information shared by a member whose handle is similar to this guy’s name in real life. Who knows.) Anyways, that only lasted about two weeks before she burned bridges with her social circle and left the state, her family, and kids to move in with an ex bf, because he was one day late in his annual happy birthday text message. Sent me constant angry love messages, raw obsessive hate mixed with nostalgia, other times just gibberish that made no grammatical sense. She briefly stalked other female friends of mine. Called one up and told her to have sex with me. Showed up on my porch at midnight during a thunderstorm wanting to get in, on the way to breaking up with a transvestite she had gotten involved with. I called the cops and answered the door armed. Last time we were together I could see mental illness breaking through in her facial expressions as she was losing a grip on herself. I sensed she was re-branded by her other partners, and she also got physically violent for the first time so I walked away. She has only gotten worse and still stalks me to this day. She has a family history of murder. Best sex ever and I was in love with her and her spells. but she has a problem.

I knew something was off from the beginning. On our first date she took her clothes off, got in my bed, and refused to leave. By the second or third date she was talking about leaving her husband and family for me. It was clearly BPD. But I really liked her.

Then the usual stuff you guys have mentioned.

"Once you’ve taken care of the basics, there’s very little in this world for which your life is worth deferring." -David Hansson. "It’s not when women are mean or nasty that anything is out of the ordinary. It’s when they are NICE to you that you have to be on high alert..." -Jackinov.

[Dashing Young DissidentSpectator]

Stealth wrote:

Possessed by the voices in her head, she would start speaking what they were saying to her in the middle of the night. Like the name of a dead black woman. A dead black woman in the middle of the night. This dead black woman wanted me to know her name.

She told me she used to receive oral sex from ghosts. Tried to Communicate to me telepathically across the room. Would look at me with huge eyes to see if message was received. Every time I saw her she wanted to analyze the status of our relationship. Seven months in, she started cycles of breakups, every two weeks, always big and dramatic, for no perceivable reason, screaming tantrum and walking off. I hung in for at least a dozen of these rounds.

We watched Fatal Attraction together, her response was that the female character seemed normal. Freaked out and broke up with me when I bought a color necktie she didn’t like (gray) and claimed it caused her physical pain. She and her husband jointly proposed marriage to me, essentially a handoff in which I would marry her and he would divorce her, which I declined since I didn’t want to get married. She had several sexual encounters with other guys that she lied to me about while insisting she wanted to date me exclusively while being married.

She left me while attempting to divorce her husband and becoming a sex slave to a tiny little PUA I knew who was trying to practice dominating women (and whom I suspect I have seen on this site, based on a lot of personal information shared by a member whose handle is similar to this guy’s name in real life. Who knows.) Anyways, that only lasted about two weeks before she burned bridges with her social circle and left the state, her family, and kids to move in with an ex bf because he was one day late in his annual happy birthday text message. Sent me constant angry love messages, raw obsessive hate mixed with nostalgia, other times just gibberish that made no grammatical sense. She briefly stalked other female friends of mine. Called one up and told her to have sex with me. Showed up on my porch at midnight during a thunderstorm wanting to get in, on the way to breaking up with a transvestite she had gotten involved with. I called the cops and answered the door armed. Last time we were together I could see mental illness breaking through in her facial expressions as she was losing a grip on herself. I sensed she was re-branded by her other partners, and she also got physically violent for the first time so I walked away. She has only gotten worse and still stalks me to this day. She has a family history of murder. Best sex ever and I was in love with her and her spells. but she has a problem.

I knew something was off from the beginning. On our first date she took her clothes off, got in my bed, and refused to leave. By the second or third date she was talking about leaving her husband and family for me.

Then the usual stuff you guys have mentioned.

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