Confessions: People Share The Craziest Thing They Did To Their Partners

Many people say that love can drive people crazy. However, it should not be ‘too’ crazy as it can lead to so much negativity that can affect the relationship in a negative way.

Once the person takes it too far, it can lead to a total disaster. These people have no chill. Hold tight! You are about to dive into the madness and craziness that was taken to the next level.

1. Ending The Beginning

Looking back, it probably wasn't that crazy, but it violated the standards I hold for myself to prevent me from being the crazy wife.

Years ago, my husband's friend came over with his new roommate. This was the first time either of us had ever met or spoken to her. My new roommate was known as a skank, but I'm not one to judge. We all hang out and have a good time.

Later that evening, after they left, I opened my laptop and found that my husband was still logged into Facebook. I see that Skanky's roommate has sent him a friend request and put a message on his wall. Nbd.

So I was excited to log out of his account and into mine so I could accept my new friend and chat with her, too. I couldn’t remember why I was excited.

Except, she didn't send me a friend request. She didn't leave a cute message on my wall. Just his. So I logged back into hubby's account and blocked her.

boxedtuna

Well, it’s not really a “crazy girlfriend” because It was only a crush. I worked at a supermarket on the registers, and this guy who worked at the store next door came in at the same time, same day every week.

I ended up having a crush on him despite never actually talking to him. I went to the store where he worked one day; his shift was just ending, and the next person was taking over for him.

I asked his coworker what his name was, and he told me. I ended up going on Facebook and typing in his first name, his workplace, and where we lived, and I found his profile.

After looking through all his pictures and being a complete weirdo, I made a fake account to add him to. He’s accepted.

[deleted]

My high school boyfriend ditched me on the night of my prom (he just didn't come to pick me up after I was all dressed up and ready to go) so he could go to his ex-girlfriend's house and hang out with her.

My friends and their boyfriends all chipped in for my dinner so I could go out with them before the dance, but then I went home because I couldn't handle going to prom alone, knowing I'd been ditched.

After prom was over, my friends showed back up at my house with several cartons of eggs. We drove to the ex-girlfriend's house, found my boyfriend's prized Mustang, and egged the crap out of it.

Oh, it was also a convertible with the roof down, so the eggs got all in the upholstery and stuff. My best friend's boyfriend also slashed the tires, though I didn't find out about that until later. Looking back, it was a childish, mean thing to do. But man, it felt good that night.

[deleted]

My ex had a sore on his leg, and I had some cream I wanted him to use to heal it. But the cream was a weird color, and he didn’t want to put it on.

I insisted that he should because it would literally heal it overnight, but he continuously refused and got annoyed.

I finally snapped and started screaming at him to put the cream on.

I broke down in tears, running to my room like a three-year-old. We broke up not long after due to other unrelated issues. But yeah. Not my proudest moment.

lilymegeve

Found out my ex of 3 years had been cheating on me and had stolen money from my savings and my mother’s safe jewelry to make presents for this other girl for months.

I went out with my friends the following night. We all got a bit drunk and, for some reason, had to poop at the same time. I know you know where this is going.

We thought it was a good idea to poop on his car. So we walked to his house at 3 am, and we all left a little poop on different parts of the car. I AM NOT PROUD. But I don’t regret it either.

Fl00Fl00

This just happened on Saturday night. We're long-distance right now until May, and things are going super well, but I have an awful mind.

One of his friends from the new country was having a birthday party, so he and all their friends went out bar hopping that night. He told me he'd be out late and might not be able to text, so I was expecting it.

But 4 hours passed, then 8, and I got so worried. I trusted him completely and didn't think he was with a girl. But I was scared he'd been hurt in an accident or gotten alcohol poisoning or something. Twelve hours have now passed, and I'm hysterical.

I've been messaging him every hour or so (I really tried to hold in my crazy), "Hey, I hope you're having a great night; I miss you." The messages became increasingly panicked: "Hey, please, will you let me know when you get home? I'm getting worried, haha."

I mean, after just the 9-hour mark, I was mourning the loss of my best friend and partner. I was laying on my bed sobbing, willing him to message me, even just one word.

I worried so much that my stomach hurt so bad I thought I'd throw up. And even though I trust him completely, sadness had to swoop in and say, "I mean, since you're not good enough anyway, why WOULDN'T he go home with a hot girl?"

So I didn't know whether to think he was dead or be angry at him for cheating. I cried for hours because there was nothing I could do about the situation, and I just had to wait.

Finally, 16 hours later, he messages me. He had turned his phone off to save the battery for the end of the night when he needed Google Maps (and knowing the way he operates, the battery probably was at 60% when he left anyway.

Then they all went out to eat, then got super drunk, walked around town, and he came home and immediately passed out. I was so relieved to know he was okay, and we video chatted the next day, but I never told him how badly I worried because I felt so crazy.

Langoustina

My first boyfriend was in high school. We were 15/16. He was about to break up with me because he was getting cozy with this hot new freshman girl, but I didn't know that at the time.

All I knew was that he was acting differently towards me. He had been almost clingy in the past, but he was distant and acting like being around me was annoying. But on this day, I was still technically his girlfriend.

So, my boyfriend and a bunch of other people started leaving together at the end of the school day. The high school was across the street from a bunch of restaurants, and I heard from one of the other guys they were headed to a place.

They left without me and didn't say anything about it to me. So what do I do? Well, naturally, I walk over there, park myself outside the restaurant, and wait.

I waited for probably 90 minutes, and this was before smartphones, so I was bored AF. Eventually, the group exits the restaurant, and I see myself sitting on the curb.

He wasn't going to acknowledge me until one of the other guys said, "Aren't you going to say hi to your girlfriend?" So he gave me a quick one-arm hug and said, "OK, bye."

Again, one of the other guys prompted him to be polite and offered me a ride back to the school. He goes, "Yeah, sure, just hop in the back" (pickup truck.)

Another guy says, "You aren't going to let your girlfriend ride shotgun?" Bf goes, nah. So yeah, that was really awkward, and he called me two days later to break up with me.

Dusty_Old_Bones

I got broken up with. Four months later was out drinking nearby. Phone him up and basically TELL him, “I’m on my way.” He put up a small fight, but in the end, he begrudgingly agreed.

So I stopped at home (I was not driving.) and put on my new floral dress and wedges. Really. I looked nice. I then have a friend drop me off there.

Oh, and I also had a huge bottle of vodka in my purse. Despite being very inebriated already, I continued taking straight shots from it.

I wake up alone in his bed and walk downstairs. The amount of hate in his eyes startled me. He began to explain how I had tried to piss in his closet, & when confronted. I cried and declared. “You don’t know what it’s like to be a pretty woman.”

I left very swiftly after being told that. I don’t remember most of the night, & never got the full story as he had virtually blocked me in every way imaginable.

Lp0ljq

Paid money to access my boyfriend’s court records because my mom had somehow convinced me he was lying about a certain court case that involved his ex.

It turns out he was actually telling the truth. I was only skeptical because he has been known to embellish stories to make them more entertaining.

This was while we were broken up for about two weeks, and I feel guilty about it all the time for even doubting him. He deserved better.

sidnutz

I went through his phone and caught him cheating as a result. It's not as crazy as some of the others on here, but it felt crazy to me because I am 100% NOT the type of person who does this.

The funny thing is, he started cheating when I moved away for college. I suspected nothing, but his DAD was a freaking bro and pulled me aside one weekend when I came to visit and told me he suspected he was cheating.

Looked in the phone for proof, and it turns out I had gone from girlfriend to the "other woman" to 3 different girls in the span of about three weeks. It was our six-year anniversary when I found out and dumped him.

assholewithbigtits

When I was 15, my boyfriend broke up with me so he could date another girl. I asked for a game back that I had loaned to him. Gosh.

When I went to pick it up, I dropped off a bunch of things that had been from our time together, including a little paper doily from Homecoming that had our names on it.

I'd burned off his half of it. In my defense, I was 15, and that seemed perfectly normal at the time. But looking back, it was so childish.

eclecticsed

I started by Internet-stalking him. His MySpace, Facebook (his pictures, his friends, his Notes), LiveJournal, and deviantArt had a blog.

I was convinced I was his dream girl and was determined to prove it. I was still casually dating and had an OKCupid profile; he showed up on my list at a 95% match, which was my highest ever.

I paid for A-List to be an invisible visitor and scoured his profile, which has hundreds of answered questions. Read every book and watched every movie he mentioned (I actually ended up sincerely liking all of them, so it's a silver lining).

Casually started dropping them in conversation, among others, so as not to tip him off. I befriended his partners and exes for inside information — another accidental sincerity, as I’m still in contact with many of them a decade later.

I casually quoted his short stories, which I was fan-level familiar with. We got matching tattoos for my birthday one year.

He had no idea I knew the tattoo he wanted a year before and started discussing my interests in a “totally unrelated” tattoo throughout that year. The matching tattoos were “his” idea by the time my birthday rolled around.

[deleted]

I dated a guy that was toxic as a person, not just as a partner. I knew he was already up to no good from the rumors (small town), but I had no proof, and the guy was a superb con artist when confronted.

I had lent him an older phone I had spared from an upgrade after he'd wrecked his own. After a few months of the timeline, things were getting worse.

The gaslighting was at a whole new level, and I was trying to get out of it while preserving my sanity. He'd gotten a new phone, and my burner one had long been returned.

I cleared its data before getting rid of it, signed out of old accounts, and saved photos I wanted to keep. Opened up the email app to his account, still logged in, and had several conversations with women arranging meetings.

I took the more creative opportunity. I forwarded the messages to myself and replied back to them, asking why he'd send me such disgusting exchanges.

It was everything I needed to get out of it: the proof, the admitting of cheating, the direct conversations with him, and he couldn't flip it on me.

I knew it was the crazy girlfriend thing to do, but 10 out of 10, I would do it again to remove myself from that dude. Live and learn.

lifeinthebatcave

I message my boyfriend a lot. Like, SPAM a lot. Usually, it is without any regard as to what time it is. Things that happened to me.

Whether I was bored, how many cats I saw today, asking him what he was doing right now, things I saw that reminded me of him, or just about anything that popped into my mind.

Of course, I don’t expect him to reply straight away, and if he leaves me on read, I’ll understand he’s busy, but I know spam is annoying for a lot of people,.

He says he doesn’t mind and appreciates that I think about him a lot, but I’m trying to cut down the message load. It’s hard.

jivenchi

The girl I worked with was sleeping with my crappy boyfriend. I knew she was at his place that night. Neither of them was answering their phones about this.

So I drove to his place at 7 am and repeatedly lay on the car horn til he finally came out. He lived at the Hells Angels clubhouse, too.

So, no one else there nor the neighbors were none too pleased. I wouldn’t do it again, but I have no regrets ruining his and her morning.

Subaru10101

Well, I texted him for three weeks after we broke up, basically telling him how much I love him and how much he’s changed the standard in future men.

And I was constantly apologizing for being so bad to him even though I wasn’t really. I don’t know why I did that, to be honest.

I wanted to break up with him and kept bringing it up, so one day, he agreed. I think it was my way of closure by saying all those things to him.

starrorange

When he broke up with me after two years, respectfully, in person, with a good reason (we were going off to college, etc.) I cried a lot, hugged my friends, tried to maintain my diet, and cuddled with my cat.

Then I called him a week later to ask him to take me back. He said something along the lines of "No, it's the right decision for us," and then I started crying, said okay, and we hung up. I had closure; it was officially over for me then.

A few months later, I was having lunch with a friend, and he said, "I'm sorry, but this has been going around; I haven't said anything cuz you and I are friends too, but Chris is saying you were a total psycho when you guys broke up." uh.... ok.

ALittleFrittata

Angry and long text messages ranged from “Why don’t you initiate plans with me” to “Why are you liking all these girls’ pictures on Facebook?!?”

I was crazy with him, but I found out he did do things behind my back. I'm not sure if I drove him to it, though. When my current boyfriend and I got together two years ago, I still had these jealous tendencies.

When we were doing long-distance for a few months, I made a fake Instagram account and started following/watching stories of the girls he worked with at the time just to see if he was around in their lives.

I would also freak out if he became friends with new women on Facebook, always wondering who they were. I’ve mellowed out a lot now.

I have definitely realized that my current boyfriend is such an angel compared to the jerks I used to date. I’m probably known as batshit crazy by my past flings, but oh well!

[deleted]

Within about two months of dating, I was daydreaming about my potential future with my boyfriend. What would our house look like? Any kids? What would the ring look like?

Silly stuff that I wouldn't have shared but was briefly going through my head. (which is silly, considering I'm 19 and he's 20, so there's still lots of time before ANY of that).

He saw me daydreaming and asked me what I was thinking about. I started rambling before realizing how cringy and weird that was, and so I clammed up mid-sentence.

For some reason, he didn't drop me right there despite multiple red flags, so I just waved in his face. Later, he told me he talked to his best buddies about it.

Well, they all said it was super weird, and he should drop me right there because of how clingy that all sounded. We're going on for ten months, which is pretty long for this age bracket, so I must be doing something right, at least.

CadetLink

I built a steel clamp (yes, I went to the machine shop and spent time designing a solid model, cutting, lathing, boring, and sanding the damn thing) just so I could crush our three-year anniversary ring.

You may wonder, at some point, why you didn't just use an already-built clamp because I wanted to crush it in my own hands.

Since I wasn't strong enough to do that, I figured a clamp made of my hands was good enough to feel like I was crushing it in my hands.

polancomodanco

When my boyfriend and I first got together, I was insane, honestly, and idk why he’s still with me after three years (plus, we broke up before and then got back together).

I used to just spam him all the time if he wasn’t answering me and then flip out on him for not answering, along with obsessively checking when he was online.

I didn’t even want him talking to other girls, regardless of who they were (unless it was family, obviously). I would beg him to hang out with me even if he wasn’t in the mood and then flip out when I went over, and he was in a bad mood.

I’ve obsessively stalked every single ex gf of his and even girls that he slept with. I would flip out about him liking other girls' photos.

I went through his phone once and found nothing, then convinced myself that he must be deleting messages. Sometimes, it’s worse when I am feeling super crazy.

If he wasn’t answering, I'd tell him to “have fun with whoever you’re with.” I don’t like thinking about those times because of the shame and embarrassment. But I’m better now.

redfox35

I was angry vacuuming around the couch, and I was mad because my fiancé kept leaving his guitars on the couch while there were ten empty rack spaces.

I kid you not, immediately behind it (touching the back of the couch) so I kept hitting the vacuum against the couch in my efforts to clean up imaginary dirt.

I knocked over a guitar. Instead of telling him, I just put it back, and it turns out I cracked the neck. The cost is $150. Oops.

VanStock1992

He was messing around with two other girls in high school. I befriended both of them and kind of staged an intervention and made him choose who he wanted because we were sick of the lies.

Meanwhile, I was kind of manipulating the girls and giving them reasons why he was a piece of crap so they wouldn't give him reasons to choose them.

He was also going through a really traumatic thing in his life, which was why he was acting out. Well, He picked me. We’re married with a beautiful son! Hehehe

c3linaa

So my (now ex) fiancé joined this cult where the overarching philosophy was that you are responsible for everything that happens to you, including all your health problems, disabilities, traumas, bad feelings, etc.

At one point, he announced to me that he was going to be sleeping in the same bed as another girl from the cult during a retreat.

I expressed that I was uncomfortable with that, and he said, “Well, you’re responsible for that. You’ve created that feeling for yourself.”

At this point, I chose to reveal a little secret that I’d been keeping from him. He had a notebook where he kept everything he was learning in the cult (most of it consisted of how to recruit new members and manipulate people).

The notebook was supposed to be highly confidential. So I told him, “I went through your notebook the other day and took photos of all the pages.” Needless to say, he became VERY angry.

Of course, I told him, “Well, I’m not responsible for your anger. You’ve created that feeling for yourself.” Later on, I wrote an exposé of the cult using those photos from his notebook as background information.

I don’t feel one bit guilty since all of the cult members believe that everyone creates the bad things that happen to them. They created this.

ihatemyself9291994

My boyfriend and I were fighting, and I told him he couldn’t leave my apartment until the argument was resolved, so I took his keys, shoes, and wallet and hid them in various places in my apartment.

The keys went into the fridge, and it took him forever to find them lol. Well, we were fighting, but it was a lighthearted fight, and I was just joking around.

When I moved his stuff around, he laughed throughout it, and I told him where his things were. We also managed to resolve it while he looked for his stuff. I didn’t actually force him to stay, and he could have left if he needed to

fabulously-frizzy

My high school sweetheart dumped me for another girl after a couple of years of dating. I saw him at a party and tackled him. No one was injured.

Fast forward 25+ years, and we’re super close friends. We went to each others’ weddings. I was the first person in the hospital when his wife gave birth.

He and my husband get along great. Hey, it was high school. We all do stupid things as teenagers. But it was such a funny thing for us to remember.

wait4apocalypse

My college boyfriend had a crazy Ex. They had dated in high school, breaking up for a variety of reasons. Here, I come into the picture, all sweet and innocent.

The minute she finds out he is dating someone, she comes to our college campus, tracks us down in the cafeteria, and starts bawling hysterically. I got up and let them hash it out.

For the 2.5 years of our relationship, she stalked him. Wrote his family emails, went to the movies with his mom, and emailed him constantly. I knew this because he used to let me read his emails.

He and I broke up shortly after graduating. Can you guess who he ended up marrying? His crazy ex. They have four kids now. He looks like a trapped animal. You reap what you sow.

Years later, I confirmed that suspicion that he was cheating on me with her towards the end of our relationship when one of his frat brothers told me. I loved him, but I haven’t loved anyone since then.

itqitc

The dude ghosted me and had his mom break up with me. She thought it was messed up, so she gave me some juicy bits of info on him.

I called every potential employee in the city he moved to and told them about his criminal history and that he was using a friend pretending to be a former employer to lie for him.

I also called the girl he moved in with and told her he was seeing me behind her back and that he had given me an STI. About a month later, he tried crawling back, and I just laughed in his face.

I'm guessing he just wanted the expensive equipment that he left at my house back, but by then, I had already sold it. The dude was a pathological liar who stole artists' work to put in his portfolio.

[deleted]

I used to have a text-free app because my service was so bad. I could connect to WiFi, and boom... I could send texts. I text my boyfriend using the text-free app.

We were in college. One day, he went to the bathroom and left his phone. So I went through it. I found all these texts from this weird phone number.

This girl was so cool and funny. He laughed at everything she said. I was so pissed that when he was walking back from the bathroom, I still had his phone in my hand.

Lol, I hadn’t put it back in its spot and acted like nothing had happened. He came back smiling like this crazy broad. As he entered the room, I found a message that reminded me of it. It was me. From my text-free app, getting jealous of myself and my own cool jokes.

[deleted]

This happened my senior year of high school, a month or so after my ex (I’ll call him Chris) and I broke up. I found out he was sleeping with a girl in my class (I’ll call her Katie, who was notorious for sleeping around and being completely crazy)

So naturally, I told his mom about the partying under the guise of being concerned about his influence on his 12-year-old sister.

To be fair, she idolized him and probably would’ve gotten involved if she found out, but I just wanted him to get grounded so he wouldn’t see Katie anymore.

Instead, his mom didn’t believe me and basically told me to back off, so I made up some crap about them having a pregnancy scare and told her. It was not my proudest moment, but it did get her attention.

A few days after this, I was leaving school, and I ran into Katie, who grabbed my wrist, dragged me into the parking lot, and started screaming at me, accusing me of sleeping with her ex (I’ll call him Matt), who she was still hooking up with on the side.

Cue me, confused af, asking what this is about and what Matt has to do with anything. It turns out that my made-up story was actually true.

Chris’s mom freaked out and confronted him, and he told Katie that somehow their secret had gotten out. The only person she had told about the whole ordeal was Matt, so she assumed we were hooking up and that he’d told me.

We weren’t, and we had barely hung out or talked that year, but I wasn’t going to tell Katie I had made it up. So I just listened to her scream and denied everything.

ggabitron

He dumped me, and I refused to get dumped, so I grabbed his foot and didn't let go as he began to walk away. He crawled me a few meters as he was walking away. I was also crying. I was 23.

It worked, and he agreed to keep dating. We have been dating for approximately seven months. Two months later, I fell in love with another guy.

I decided to dump him for the new guy. He tried to convince me to choose him, though, to go back to it didn’t work.

HedgehogHorizon

I started to suspect my ex was cheating because I couldn’t see his Facebook profile anymore. I figured out his password and logged in to his account.

Lo and behold, I found he was, in fact, cheating, and he had all these photo albums with this girl. The albums all had titles that were also song titles.

So, I spent the next few months randomly singing these songs to drive him nuts. When I was financially stable enough to kick him out, I sure did.

am_lady_can_confirm

A guy I had been dating off/on for eight months ghosted me. We were supposed to have a date that night, but when I texted him in the morning to confirm, there was nothing.

By late afternoon, I was getting pissed- I could see he was on messenger and just ignoring me.

After he refused to answer my calls or texts, I showed up at his house to see what was going on.

He had a harder time ignoring me pounding on the door, so he finally answered and told me this "wasn't working out." At least I could be righteously angry then without worrying that I was sitting there livid while he was lying dead in a ditch somewhere.

echeveria_rn

This is an embarrassing story, and I can't believe I ever acted this way. I was working a night shift in a nursing facility. The receptionist would go home around 8 pm, so mainline calls were forwarded to the nurse's stations.

Whichever nurse was available would answer and redirect the call to wherever needed. Sitting at my desk to chart the phone rang.

I picked up and said my little corporate speech & my stomach exploded into butterflies at the sound of the voice on the other end. I knew instantly it was my now-husband, and I was elated.

Until he asked to speak to another nurse on staff. My best friend. In reality, he had no reason to be asking for anyone but me & was immediately taken aback.

I repeated the name back to him questioningly. That's when he realized who he was speaking with and promptly hung up. I made assumptions and knee-jerk judgments.

Basically, I overreacted to the nth degree. I called him back, but he didn't answer. I called my friend's station, but she didn't pick up.

I called her cell and texted her, but nothing. This was in a matter of 4 minutes, mind you. I left my desk to walk to hers, found her, and gave her the third degree. She looked totally lost and swore she had no idea why he would be calling her.

I was pretty panicky at this point. I called my boyfriend again on his cell, and he picked up, "I'm out front. Come down and meet me."

My head was spinning with confusion, but I went to the front door and unlocked it for him to enter the building. He had a giant floral arrangement, chocolate, and a teddy bear.

I'd forgotten it was my birthday. He was calling my friend to let him in so he could surprise me. Number one crazy, right here. In my defense, I was so, so young.

Everyname22

When my boyfriend broke up with me after four years without any warning, I was so hurt. But I wanted him to know that I was over him.

Even though I wasn't, so I gathered all the stuff he got me that I could and brought it to the charity shop in his town that I knew he frequented.

I even got the lady to put the giant stuffed owl that he got me right in the window. It was very "unique," so when he walked by and saw it, he'd know it was the one he'd given me. Looking back, I'm embarrassed at how over the top I was.

EmerXXI

Okay, so I had my first boyfriend at age 15, and we spent three years together. I was 18 when he broke up with me. I was very convinced that this was the person I was MEANT to be with.

I seriously thought that because we had been together for so long and I loved him so hard, it just had to work. So, I tried everything to get him back. I would text him every day and tell him how much I love him and to please take me back.

It could work if he just let it. Not budging. So, he had a set schedule for his job every day, and I was going to school exclusively. My schedule was set up so I could see him as soon as he got out of work and give myself some downtime.

I would be off by 4:30, while he'd be off at 6. He blocked my number, and he was trying his hardest not to speak to me, so I took it upon myself to find a way.

So, I would show up at his house at 4:30 every day and just sit and talk to his mom. Telling her EVERYTHING I felt she needed to know about her son.

I'd do this until 6 when he got there. Then I'd stick around and have a forced conversation with him because he wouldn't tell me to get out in front of his mom, who loved me so much and who sided with me after the breakup. I look back at it and laugh now, but it was psycho.

cokeflowww

Whenever I had a gut feeling he was cheating (he cheated plenty of times), I connected his messaging app to my laptop Whatsapp web.

Then, I could see the messages he was sending to another girl (before he deleted them). I left a recording device a few times when I went to work.

I also tracked his timeline on Google to see the places he had gone. Samsung also has this "smart lock" option. He had accidentally enabled it to unlock whenever his headphones were on without knowing.

I don't even remember how I figured it out, so when he slept, I would just turn the headphones on, and I had a few hours going through his messages.

All these methods were crazy, but they gave me evidence. He would deny it as long as there was no hardcore evidence, so I took matters into my own hands.

It was always if the girl had told me herself that he cheated on her, he would say she was lying and deny it. He only admitted when I showed him screenshots of messages or made him listen to the recordings.

Spiritual_wasabi

I found out my first boyfriend was cheating on me because he left his Facebook logged in on my computer. I had his bong and a bunch of his sweatpants at my house.

So my best friend and I literally shredded the sweatpants with our bare hands, dropped the bong off in his driveway, and threw the shreds around his front yard.

It was the most liberating and crazy thing I’ve ever done. I wanted to do something really crazy so he would never talk to me again. Didn’t work.

kaitykatwilson

Crazy girlfriend mode: we talked about getting matching tattoos together. I went to get myself one I was already planning to and also got the symbol we both wanted as a surprise for him, showing my commitment.

A few months later, he got it, too, but meanwhile, I was so proud of showing off my love for him.

And also, I once even thought of the idea of leaving BC just because he suggested he wanted to "leave it to destiny."

Fast forward, we broke up. For one year, he was wonderful, and the following two were freaking crappy. And I don't have a baby, just a little tattoo on my wrist, which I love because I had it first and wouldn't change it for the world.

paubar

Ok, so listen. I have been dating this man for a year. We lived together in his house, and he took my son in like his own. He was miserable at his job and got another offer somewhere else.

I pushed him to take it because I wanted him to be happy. I even threw him a party to celebrate his leaving his old job because he was miserable.

He took the job and met another woman there. He broke up with me, and I started to move my stuff out of the house. On day two of moving, a makeup bag on the sink wasn't mine, and I was heartbroken.

Doing what any other woman would do (not really), I peed in her little shampoo bottle. I did other things to her that I'm not so proud of, but I can't confess it here.

I'm older and wiser now, and I told him about what I did later on. We both had a good laugh. They're married now and have a baby of their own, and I'm back with the father of my child, and we just had our second baby. Everything worked out how it should have, and I just didn't see it that way at the time.

oldladymilar

I moved across the country to be with a guy. The relationship was not as advertised. He worked the second shift, so there were a lot of nights alone.

He drank all the time, would be gone all night, turned into a mean, unrecognizable person, and continued messaging girls online. It was a secretly packed all your stuff and left-in-the-night kind of situation.

In the two months we lived together, he often complained about my hair getting on things, any amount not crumbs anywhere, and the kitchen was in a very specific order.

Before I left, I cleared out all of my hairbrushes and put them in several loads of laundry and all over his pillow. I also sat on his side of the bed and ate a bunch of pretzels, crackers, chips, and anything really crumby.

I also took every item in the kitchen and put it on the opposite side. The dishes where cups were, food where pans were, etc.

The night I left, he came home incredibly drunk and passed out on the couch, but I do wish I could have seen his face when he woke up, as well as when he continued to pull my hair out of his clothes.

Noenoebot

When I was 17, I was convinced my boyfriend was cheating on me. He was really attractive and was sort of known as a lady's man prior to us being together.

Still had a lot of girls from school flirting with him, etc., even though we were together. I kept doing little things to get my anger and jealousy out.

I keyed his car one day. He didn't know it was me. He was extremely pissed, and I acted sympathetic. I tried to flatten his tire once but couldn't get the knife to puncture the tire.

I was using the wonderful logic that he must be cheating on me, and I just can't prove it, so I will get back at him by cheating on him.

I realized a year or so later, once I started going to therapy and reaching out to him to hash some things out, that I was just crazy and he wasn't cheating on me. I was just extremely insecure and had my own issues going on.

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Oh, man... The cringe is coming back... I would ask my boyfriend to come to my work to hang out with me, only to end up crying due to stress and telling him to get out. He was only there for 30 minutes.

I also bad mouth his "best friend" (I put it in quotes cuz I feel like I'm his best friend, but girlfriends can't be best friends, lol) more than I should.

It's partly because he has lived with her for over eight years and told me he had feelings for her. I'm doing better, though. She's chill.

I also look through his phone. Not for messages. But I want to check his Fitbit app to see if he is actually sleeping when he says he is. Yeah, I am trying to be a better person.

HnyuQ_

I was 17, and we were in a band together. He spent half the week at college in another town and came back for band practice and work.

We were taking a break from band practice at his house, and the doorbell went. I get asked to answer as I’m closest to the door and already on my feet.

I answer the door to this girl who asks to see my boyfriend and asks who I should say it is. She replies, “His girlfriend from college.”

I don’t remember much after that, other than leading her into the house, seeing my boyfriend's face, picking up his favorite guitar that he spent silly amounts of money on, and taking it outside, where I then smashed it in the road.

OwlyORLY

I broke up with a guy because he ate my cheese. I was bartending and usually didn’t get off work until 4 am. I spent my whole shift thinking about the bomb quesadilla I was going to make when I got home.

When I finally got home, all the cheese was gone. I really like cheese, so I had a large assortment. I flipped out, refused to eat anything else in the fridge, and spent the next few hours pouting about how no stores were open, and I couldn’t order any take-out.

The next day, I woke up, and he went to the grocery store and bought me a bunch of new cheese. I promptly cut them up and started to chow (ungratefully).

I offered my boyfriend some cheese, and he wouldn’t accept, saying he learned his lesson. I couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t accept my “peace cheese.”

I knew it would never work. He wasn’t working at the time and wasn’t trying too hard to find a job, so he had the nerve to eat all my Tillamook white cheddar. Heck no.

Spectacularsam