Bit more tame than the other ones...
hen I was 18 my mother remarried and moved out of state, I stayed in the house she owned at the time as she didn't want it to sit empty. I was working as a stripper and had dropped out of high school. Why anyone thought it was a good idea for me to be on my own is beyond me.
My boyfriend at the time was the love of my life. Everything I wanted, way out of my league, but he didn't know it. He was kind, beautiful, intelligent and charming.
About a year into our relationship he has some weird quarter life crisis where he is afraid he's missing out on life (he was home schooled his whole life). He breaks up with me due to this fear. I'm heart broken, but it's more complicated than that. I can't afford to live on shitty stripper pay. I panic and start cultivating a relationship with a much older man who I know has liked me since I was a child (ew). He moves in with me. He makes me sick, but otherwise I can't pay my bills. He finds my online diary (I know, who the fuck has an online diary?) and I start having to make entries pretending I love him.
Fast forward a few months, get a call from ex boyfriend. He found my online diary too, apparently looking for my email address (??). Reads all the shit I wrote about the other guy. He's upset. I can't tell him the truth because other guy is sitting right there. Tell him to call me back tomorrow while he's at work. Make him promise. He never calls. Some months later one of his friends knocks on my door. Tells me he died in a car accident. His exact words: "I don't know if you care or not, but xxx is dead." Nothing but venom in his words. His friends must have thought I was such a bitch.
I find out that he found my diary looking for my email to send me a letter. One of his friends gives it to me. Full of sorries. Wanting to try again. Says he loves me.
My world comes crashing down. I can't function anymore. Can't eat. Can't sleep. Lay in bed for days wanting to die. Drop down to 75 lbs. Other guy is pissed off that I'm not 'over' it. Rapes me when he thinks I'm asleep. End up having a laundry list of medical problems. Can't get a job. Can barely wake up anymore. Break my foot tripping down the stairs when I lose control of my legs. No money. No health insurance. Guy living with me can't stand me any more. Packs up everything when I'm gone one day. I come home, house is empty, he's gone. Find out he hasn't paid bills in months.
I have no bed, no fridge, no food, no money. Electricity gets shut off. Live in squalor for years, always one bad cold from the morgue.
Things are better now, but I have fibromyalgia and can't work. Will always feel it's my fault he's dead. Consider everything else my punishment for it.
My boyfriend at the time was the love of my life. Everything I wanted, way out of my league, but he didn't know it. He was kind, beautiful, intelligent and charming.
About a year into our relationship he has some weird quarter life crisis where he is afraid he's missing out on life (he was home schooled his whole life). He breaks up with me due to this fear. I'm heart broken, but it's more complicated than that. I can't afford to live on shitty stripper pay. I panic and start cultivating a relationship with a much older man who I know has liked me since I was a child (ew). He moves in with me. He makes me sick, but otherwise I can't pay my bills. He finds my online diary (I know, who the fuck has an online diary?) and I start having to make entries pretending I love him.
Fast forward a few months, get a call from ex boyfriend. He found my online diary too, apparently looking for my email address (??). Reads all the shit I wrote about the other guy. He's upset. I can't tell him the truth because other guy is sitting right there. Tell him to call me back tomorrow while he's at work. Make him promise. He never calls. Some months later one of his friends knocks on my door. Tells me he died in a car accident. His exact words: "I don't know if you care or not, but xxx is dead." Nothing but venom in his words. His friends must have thought I was such a bitch.
I find out that he found my diary looking for my email to send me a letter. One of his friends gives it to me. Full of sorries. Wanting to try again. Says he loves me.
My world comes crashing down. I can't function anymore. Can't eat. Can't sleep. Lay in bed for days wanting to die. Drop down to 75 lbs. Other guy is pissed off that I'm not 'over' it. Rapes me when he thinks I'm asleep. End up having a laundry list of medical problems. Can't get a job. Can barely wake up anymore. Break my foot tripping down the stairs when I lose control of my legs. No money. No health insurance. Guy living with me can't stand me any more. Packs up everything when I'm gone one day. I come home, house is empty, he's gone. Find out he hasn't paid bills in months.
I have no bed, no fridge, no food, no money. Electricity gets shut off. Live in squalor for years, always one bad cold from the morgue.
Things are better now, but I have fibromyalgia and can't work. Will always feel it's my fault he's dead. Consider everything else my punishment for it.