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kept smoking in my fav sweater and didn't think id break up with her over it
I don't have problems with smokers but I sure as hell don't want to smell like one
she hasn't talked to me in 26 hrs. we live together. she's too upset that i didn't like the curry she cooked last night for dinner. still ate it. girlfriends man.
My girlfriend and me have done dating for 5 month. I thought "This girl is very good," and became of love with her.
Yet even so, on this Monday, I comed home and found she as baked all my beans.
Yes, all. Oh brother.
In my cupboard I store several bag of bean, to make soft and to bake on some days, to have a bit of baked bean on my dinner. Or, heck, a lunch too some days.
But on the Monday I find this girlfriend baked all the beans. I say "Why do you bake my beans", and she say something as "I bakes them good to save time, so I bakes them all now."
I am astonished and full of dissmay. I say "I canfr not eat all the beans", she say she is froze many of the beans so as we can unfrozen the on a later day and eat some at a time.
But, if a bean is froze and unfrozed, the very good and very nice flavor of bean is gone far.
A bean is best if baked fresh as a Sunday Pie. Not to be froze and unfroze!
I told my girfriend I am so sad of this, as to my opinion the baking of the beans and to freeze them has ruin all my beans. She say I am "gone haywire" by my enragement and sad manners.
But I hates what she did to my beans.
On the days before Monday I thought "Will we marry the girlfriend? Well it might be so."
But now I am so sad she baked them beans. I am consider to end our relations and not be the boyfriend and girlfriend any more. But, is my idea wrong? Could my girlfriend make promise to not bake the beans? I do not know what doing to do and how to feel forgiving on her.
So what I say is my girlfriend bakes all the beans in my house and freeze many of them, so as now most my beans is ruined and has no good flavors. This made me think maybe I breaked up with her? But will I? What can you say to help on me? Thank you.
My ex was very mentally fucked up. And I’m not saying that to trash talk her, as far as I know she’s doing a lot better now. She had horrific anxiety issues and they ultimately led to us breaking up.
Last season after a long day of skiing, me and my friend decided to take some shrooms, chill at the cabin and not drink.
I called my ex and we were talking on the phone. She was just getting off work and was on her way to hang out as well. I told her about what my plans were for the night and in that moment she lost her fucking mind. She started going on a tirade about me over the phone.
I was taken aback. It was my first time doing psychedelics in months. She had watched me trip with my friends several times prior to this as well. We would smoke weed together too. This was a girl that I met through partying with my ski friends and it was just completely out of character for her to get so upset with me. I had never had her react so explosively to anything like this before. Yeah relationships aren’t always great but the way she was screaming you would have thought I killed her dog or something.
I was apologizing over the phone profusely, I told her I was just trying to have a chill night with my friends, etc. She was inconsolable. She was literally just screaming and screaming and screaming. In between her screams she would say shit like “I hate you” or “You’re so fucked up”. I was begging her to just calm down and come talk to me.
Now the worst part about this is that I had already eaten the shrooms before I called her.
After about 5 minutes of her screaming at me she just hung up. I tried texting her. No reply. 5 more minutes passed and then she texted me that she was going to go into the woods to kill herself. That text came through at the worst possible time as I was starting to trip. I tried for another 20 minutes to get her to talk to me or tell me where she was. No reply. I was in complete mental agony. I ended up puking and just laying down on a bed thinking about what to do. Every other moment I would text her something along the lines of “I love you please don’t die”
After a whole of doing this I just shut down. I couldn’t handle it. I was fully tripping and had no idea what to fucking do. I was so confused and stressed that I couldn’t even figure out how to do the most basic shit on my phone. I kind of half passed out and told myself that I would just kill myself in the morning. Words cant explain how I felt in that moment. I had fully convinced myself that I had gone insane.
About an hour goes by and then she calls me crying. She said she was “too pussy to do anything” so she just got drunk in her car. But she said she was scared shitless of getting a DUI or getting in trouble. I couldn’t figure out where she was aside from “I’m somewhere in the woods”. I called her, we cried, followed by more screaming “COME GET ME COME GET ME”. Somehow while tripping I managed to get her to send me her location.
All of my friends were drunk and couldn’t drive me so the other kid I did shrooms with ended up driving me. Got there and we drove to the cabin safely. She was crying the whole way and still being really rude and difficult when we got back. I just looked her in the eyes and said “Don’t you just want to go to bed at this point”. She nodded. We went to sleep in the same bed and woke up like nothing happened. And then a week later she told me she wasn’t even drunk in her car she was just mentally fucked. We broke up about 4 months later.
And that why I don’t like psychedelics anymore either.
DIRTYBUBBLEMy ex was very mentally fucked up. And I’m not saying that to trash talk her, as far as I know she’s doing a lot better now. She had horrific anxiety issues and they ultimately led to us breaking up.
Last season after a long day of skiing, me and my friend decided to take some shrooms, chill at the cabin and not drink.
I called my ex and we were talking on the phone. She was just getting off work and was on her way to hang out as well. I told her about what my plans were for the night and in that moment she lost her fucking mind. She started going on a tirade about me over the phone.
I was taken aback. It was my first time doing psychedelics in months. She had watched me trip with my friends several times prior to this as well. We would smoke weed together too. This was a girl that I met through partying with my ski friends and it was just completely out of character for her to get so upset with me. I had never had her react so explosively to anything like this before. Yeah relationships aren’t always great but the way she was screaming you would have thought I killed her dog or something.
I was apologizing over the phone profusely, I told her I was just trying to have a chill night with my friends, etc. She was inconsolable. She was literally just screaming and screaming and screaming. In between her screams she would say shit like “I hate you” or “You’re so fucked up”. I was begging her to just calm down and come talk to me.
Now the worst part about this is that I had already eaten the shrooms before I called her.
After about 5 minutes of her screaming at me she just hung up. I tried texting her. No reply. 5 more minutes passed and then she texted me that she was going to go into the woods to kill herself. That text came through at the worst possible time as I was starting to trip. I tried for another 20 minutes to get her to talk to me or tell me where she was. No reply. I was in complete mental agony. I ended up puking and just laying down on a bed thinking about what to do. Every other moment I would text her something along the lines of “I love you please don’t die”
After a whole of doing this I just shut down. I couldn’t handle it. I was fully tripping and had no idea what to fucking do. I was so confused and stressed that I couldn’t even figure out how to do the most basic shit on my phone. I kind of half passed out and told myself that I would just kill myself in the morning. Words cant explain how I felt in that moment. I had fully convinced myself that I had gone insane.
About an hour goes by and then she calls me crying. She said she was “too pussy to do anything” so she just got drunk in her car. But she said she was scared shitless of getting a DUI or getting in trouble. I couldn’t figure out where she was aside from “I’m somewhere in the woods”. I called her, we cried, followed by more screaming “COME GET ME COME GET ME”. Somehow while tripping I managed to get her to send me her location.
All of my friends were drunk and couldn’t drive me so the other kid I did shrooms with ended up driving me. Got there and we drove to the cabin safely. She was crying the whole way and still being really rude and difficult when we got back. I just looked her in the eyes and said “Don’t you just want to go to bed at this point”. She nodded. We went to sleep in the same bed and woke up like nothing happened. And then a week later she told me she wasn’t even drunk in her car she was just mentally fucked. We broke up about 4 months later.
And that why I don’t like psychedelics anymore either.
it wasn't the shrooms man. situation would have been just as f if you insert any other variable. take this situation like a mad libs tablet and put in any thing else like fixing your neighbors car or dancing to blues music or helping your mom with some wierd project or really any other verb and leave in the freakout b/c really it could have been anything at least that is just my takeaway after reading the entire wall o text
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DIRTYBUBBLEMy ex was very mentally fucked up. And I’m not saying that to trash talk her, as far as I know she’s doing a lot better now. She had horrific anxiety issues and they ultimately led to us breaking up.
Last season after a long day of skiing, me and my friend decided to take some shrooms, chill at the cabin and not drink.
I called my ex and we were talking on the phone. She was just getting off work and was on her way to hang out as well. I told her about what my plans were for the night and in that moment she lost her fucking mind. She started going on a tirade about me over the phone.
I was taken aback. It was my first time doing psychedelics in months. She had watched me trip with my friends several times prior to this as well. We would smoke weed together too. This was a girl that I met through partying with my ski friends and it was just completely out of character for her to get so upset with me. I had never had her react so explosively to anything like this before. Yeah relationships aren’t always great but the way she was screaming you would have thought I killed her dog or something.
I was apologizing over the phone profusely, I told her I was just trying to have a chill night with my friends, etc. She was inconsolable. She was literally just screaming and screaming and screaming. In between her screams she would say shit like “I hate you” or “You’re so fucked up”. I was begging her to just calm down and come talk to me.
Now the worst part about this is that I had already eaten the shrooms before I called her.
After about 5 minutes of her screaming at me she just hung up. I tried texting her. No reply. 5 more minutes passed and then she texted me that she was going to go into the woods to kill herself. That text came through at the worst possible time as I was starting to trip. I tried for another 20 minutes to get her to talk to me or tell me where she was. No reply. I was in complete mental agony. I ended up puking and just laying down on a bed thinking about what to do. Every other moment I would text her something along the lines of “I love you please don’t die”
After a whole of doing this I just shut down. I couldn’t handle it. I was fully tripping and had no idea what to fucking do. I was so confused and stressed that I couldn’t even figure out how to do the most basic shit on my phone. I kind of half passed out and told myself that I would just kill myself in the morning. Words cant explain how I felt in that moment. I had fully convinced myself that I had gone insane.
About an hour goes by and then she calls me crying. She said she was “too pussy to do anything” so she just got drunk in her car. But she said she was scared shitless of getting a DUI or getting in trouble. I couldn’t figure out where she was aside from “I’m somewhere in the woods”. I called her, we cried, followed by more screaming “COME GET ME COME GET ME”. Somehow while tripping I managed to get her to send me her location.
All of my friends were drunk and couldn’t drive me so the other kid I did shrooms with ended up driving me. Got there and we drove to the cabin safely. She was crying the whole way and still being really rude and difficult when we got back. I just looked her in the eyes and said “Don’t you just want to go to bed at this point”. She nodded. We went to sleep in the same bed and woke up like nothing happened. And then a week later she told me she wasn’t even drunk in her car she was just mentally fucked. We broke up about 4 months later.
And that why I don’t like psychedelics anymore either.
As someone who has a mental disorder and been in a relationship with someone who has a mental disorder, this hits me hard. There were awful days where I could barely handle myself and I would have stuff like this happen. This just reminds me of the worst time of my life.
I always bail as soon as there are any indications of crazy. I've been pretty lucky and havent had to deal with a crazy girlfriend yet. So the only stories I have are of crazy hookups.
One time I was near-blackout drunk and I was brought to this girl's house and she coerced me into fucking and then force fed me really horrible tasting honey, nearly choked as my mouth was literally filled with the lowest quality honey imaginable. In the morning she woke me up with a BJ and since I was still really drunk and horny we fucked again. Then as I was leaving she tried to feed me a breakfast of cold, rinsed, pinto beans straight from the can to get more time with me. Later when I told her that I wasn't interested in seeing her again, she threatened to kill herself. Then she wouldn't stop texting me and convinced me to come see her again, I was worried that she was actually gonna kill herself and just wanted to talk. But nope, she got me drunk and we fucked again. After that she kept trying to get me to rescue her when she was hanging out with her friends and they started doing meth and wanted to leave. Then I blocked her.
I was hooking up with this fun-crazy girl for a while, and the first time we hooked up we were listening to some Grateful Dead and all of the sudden she screams out "I LOVE JERRY!!!". Now this was like 2 in the morning and my roommate at the time lived in the attic converted to a bedroom that was above and open to my room. I'm glad he is a deadhead too. She also wanted me to spank her as hard as I could and I made a smack that would get a nod of approval from the gods of thunder. In the morning as she was going to the bathroom after some morning sex she put down the toilet seat and lifted it back up after she was done, how courteous of her in a household of dudes. But she didn't flush. So when my roommate went to the bathroom he got to see a mixture of piss and semen in the bowl.
One time I was at a Mardi Gras party and really hitting it off with this girl. So I convinced my ex to give me a ride to the girl's house since they lived on the same street and my friends had bailed earlier and I wanted to stay at the party and chase tail. So then this girl invited my ex to join us when we got to her house, ex declined. The sex was bad, she gave a toothy BJ, and was more of a tugger than a stroker. Then she showed me her entire lifelong scrapbook.
Had an ex tell me that her older cousin molested her at a young age. Sucks right. Her uncle (father of said cousin) committed suicide and the cousin ended up getting into the hard stuff and kinda threw his life away.
Well, the cousin got clean and he'd be at family events and whatnot so I'd see him halfway often and on the surface he seemed like a decent guy but I was always sketched. Never understood why the family would keep him around because my ex told me that they knew about the incident and he was a pedo. The only explanation I could think of was that they kept him around because he lost his father and didn't really have anything else going for him.
Fast forward about a year and we break up. She tells me she has something to tell me -
Turns out, she was molested by her uncle who, after the family found out, committed suicide. The cousin was never involved. She told me that her cousin did it because she didn't like him. All of the sudden it all made sense
We were together for two and a half years and I straight up treated this guy like shit because I trusted her and didn't trust him. Still torn up about it, dude didn't deserve any of that. What else did she lie about? Ya know? Psycho fuckin bitch
The cousin was never involved. She told me that her cousin did it because she didn't like him. All of the sudden it all made sense
We were together for two and a half years and I straight up treated this guy like shit because I trusted her and didn't trust him. Still torn up about it, dude didn't deserve any of that. What else did she lie about? Ya know? Psycho fuckin bitch
Well you can’t fully blame her. She cannot be judged like a normal person because she isn’t one. She’s been in some pretty extreme circumstances that are likely reflected outward through her behavior.
**This post was edited on Jan 30th 2020 at 10:01:30pm
STEEZUS_CHRI5TWell you can’t fully blame her. She cannot be judged like a normal person because she isn’t one. She’s been in some pretty extreme circumstances that are likely reflected outward through her behavior.
**This post was edited on Jan 30th 2020 at 10:01:30pm
No doubt, I know what you're getting at but also you can't use trauma as an excuse to hurt/manipulate other people. She knew what she did was wrong.
I dated this guy for about a year in high school. We broke up and then almost immediately his best friend started hitting me up. About 2 years later I was desperate/lonely so I very loosely dated the best friend for maybe a month. It's been roughly 7 years since, and I still get facebook messages from him saying "hey, whats up?" "I still think about you all the time," etc. etc. etc.
I blocked him on pretty much everything else but deleted him as a friend on facebook and periodically check the amount of messages that come through as requested messages. I can literally scroll (quickly) for 45 seconds to a minute through all of them. There HAS to be close to 300 or 400 messages.
I have considered responding nicely telling him to move on. But that would only initiate a conversation and I really don't think he would respond well to that.
MinggI dated this guy for about a year in high school. We broke up and then almost immediately his best friend started hitting me up. About 2 years later I was desperate/lonely so I very loosely dated the best friend for maybe a month. It's been roughly 7 years since, and I still get facebook messages from him saying "hey, whats up?" "I still think about you all the time," etc. etc. etc.
I blocked him on pretty much everything else but deleted him as a friend on facebook and periodically check the amount of messages that come through as requested messages. I can literally scroll (quickly) for 45 seconds to a minute through all of them. There HAS to be close to 300 or 400 messages.
I have considered responding nicely telling him to move on. But that would only initiate a conversation and I really don't think he would respond well to that.
No respect for immediately going after a friends ex.
**This post was edited on Feb 1st 2020 at 5:05:35pm
Met a girl one night at a bar when I was out of town for a job. Went back to her place with a few friends, had a few more drinks then she proceeds to kick everyone out of the house except me. She says to me "you are staying with me tonight", I was like hell yeah. People left and we went to her room, got down to business, had lots of fun, went to sleep around 4 am. Woke up an hour later with her screaming and freaking out, she was going through my phone and noticed I had messaged another girl that evening, she flipped! Broke a glass pint glass over my face(8 stitches), lucky to have both eyes, pulled a loaded shotgun on me and cocked it, my stupid ass told her to pull the trigger, right at that time I ducked to the side and that gun went off. IDK if any of you have ever been shot at but holy shit! My life really flashed before my eyes! It was loaded with rock salt and it made a huge mess of her chair and wall, lucky it wasnt my brains all over it. I grabbed my shit and beat feet out of there, all while she was screaming and hitting me to my truck. She had dropped the gun as she was chasing me out thank goodness or else I would probably still be digging rock salt out of my ass. Got a few miles down the road and she calls me wanting me to come back, she was sorry she flipped out, wanted to make up, told her to pound sand. I called a friend that was a nurse, he stitched my face back together and wanted me to cal the cops. Im no cop caller so I turned that down and I just said, let it take its course. It took about 3 months but she ended up with what she deserved.
DIRTYBUBBLEMy ex was very mentally fucked up. And I’m not saying that to trash talk her, as far as I know she’s doing a lot better now. She had horrific anxiety issues and they ultimately led to us breaking up.
Last season after a long day of skiing, me and my friend decided to take some shrooms, chill at the cabin and not drink.
I called my ex and we were talking on the phone. She was just getting off work and was on her way to hang out as well. I told her about what my plans were for the night and in that moment she lost her fucking mind. She started going on a tirade about me over the phone.
I was taken aback. It was my first time doing psychedelics in months. She had watched me trip with my friends several times prior to this as well. We would smoke weed together too. This was a girl that I met through partying with my ski friends and it was just completely out of character for her to get so upset with me. I had never had her react so explosively to anything like this before. Yeah relationships aren’t always great but the way she was screaming you would have thought I killed her dog or something.
I was apologizing over the phone profusely, I told her I was just trying to have a chill night with my friends, etc. She was inconsolable. She was literally just screaming and screaming and screaming. In between her screams she would say shit like “I hate you” or “You’re so fucked up”. I was begging her to just calm down and come talk to me.
Now the worst part about this is that I had already eaten the shrooms before I called her.
After about 5 minutes of her screaming at me she just hung up. I tried texting her. No reply. 5 more minutes passed and then she texted me that she was going to go into the woods to kill herself. That text came through at the worst possible time as I was starting to trip. I tried for another 20 minutes to get her to talk to me or tell me where she was. No reply. I was in complete mental agony. I ended up puking and just laying down on a bed thinking about what to do. Every other moment I would text her something along the lines of “I love you please don’t die”
After a whole of doing this I just shut down. I couldn’t handle it. I was fully tripping and had no idea what to fucking do. I was so confused and stressed that I couldn’t even figure out how to do the most basic shit on my phone. I kind of half passed out and told myself that I would just kill myself in the morning. Words cant explain how I felt in that moment. I had fully convinced myself that I had gone insane.
About an hour goes by and then she calls me crying. She said she was “too pussy to do anything” so she just got drunk in her car. But she said she was scared shitless of getting a DUI or getting in trouble. I couldn’t figure out where she was aside from “I’m somewhere in the woods”. I called her, we cried, followed by more screaming “COME GET ME COME GET ME”. Somehow while tripping I managed to get her to send me her location.
All of my friends were drunk and couldn’t drive me so the other kid I did shrooms with ended up driving me. Got there and we drove to the cabin safely. She was crying the whole way and still being really rude and difficult when we got back. I just looked her in the eyes and said “Don’t you just want to go to bed at this point”. She nodded. We went to sleep in the same bed and woke up like nothing happened. And then a week later she told me she wasn’t even drunk in her car she was just mentally fucked. We broke up about 4 months later.
And that why I don’t like psychedelics anymore either.
Holy shit man. Sorry this happened, this sounds beyond awful.
MinggI dated this guy for about a year in high school. We broke up and then almost immediately his best friend started hitting me up. About 2 years later I was desperate/lonely so I very loosely dated the best friend for maybe a month. It's been roughly 7 years since, and I still get facebook messages from him saying "hey, whats up?" "I still think about you all the time," etc. etc. etc.
I blocked him on pretty much everything else but deleted him as a friend on facebook and periodically check the amount of messages that come through as requested messages. I can literally scroll (quickly) for 45 seconds to a minute through all of them. There HAS to be close to 300 or 400 messages.
I have considered responding nicely telling him to move on. But that would only initiate a conversation and I really don't think he would respond well to that.
oldmanskiMet a girl one night at a bar when I was out of town for a job. Went back to her place with a few friends, had a few more drinks then she proceeds to kick everyone out of the house except me. She says to me "you are staying with me tonight", I was like hell yeah. People left and we went to her room, got down to business, had lots of fun, went to sleep around 4 am. Woke up an hour later with her screaming and freaking out, she was going through my phone and noticed I had messaged another girl that evening, she flipped! Broke a glass pint glass over my face(8 stitches), lucky to have both eyes, pulled a loaded shotgun on me and cocked it, my stupid ass told her to pull the trigger, right at that time I ducked to the side and that gun went off. IDK if any of you have ever been shot at but holy shit! My life really flashed before my eyes! It was loaded with rock salt and it made a huge mess of her chair and wall, lucky it wasnt my brains all over it. I grabbed my shit and beat feet out of there, all while she was screaming and hitting me to my truck. She had dropped the gun as she was chasing me out thank goodness or else I would probably still be digging rock salt out of my ass. Got a few miles down the road and she calls me wanting me to come back, she was sorry she flipped out, wanted to make up, told her to pound sand. I called a friend that was a nurse, he stitched my face back together and wanted me to cal the cops. Im no cop caller so I turned that down and I just said, let it take its course. It took about 3 months but she ended up with what she deserved.
What the fuck, "I'm no cop-caller" bruh she needs to be locked up
" manic depression has captured my soul. I know what I want but I just don't know. How to go about gettin it" - Jimmy hendrix.
oldmanskiMet a girl one night at a bar when I was out of town for a job. Went back to her place with a few friends, had a few more drinks then she proceeds to kick everyone out of the house except me. She says to me "you are staying with me tonight", I was like hell yeah. People left and we went to her room, got down to business, had lots of fun, went to sleep around 4 am. Woke up an hour later with her screaming and freaking out, she was going through my phone and noticed I had messaged another girl that evening, she flipped! Broke a glass pint glass over my face(8 stitches), lucky to have both eyes, pulled a loaded shotgun on me and cocked it, my stupid ass told her to pull the trigger, right at that time I ducked to the side and that gun went off. IDK if any of you have ever been shot at but holy shit! My life really flashed before my eyes! It was loaded with rock salt and it made a huge mess of her chair and wall, lucky it wasnt my brains all over it. I grabbed my shit and beat feet out of there, all while she was screaming and hitting me to my truck. She had dropped the gun as she was chasing me out thank goodness or else I would probably still be digging rock salt out of my ass. Got a few miles down the road and she calls me wanting me to come back, she was sorry she flipped out, wanted to make up, told her to pound sand. I called a friend that was a nurse, he stitched my face back together and wanted me to cal the cops. Im no cop caller so I turned that down and I just said, let it take its course. It took about 3 months but she ended up with what she deserved.
