Crazy Girlfriend/Boyfriend stories anyone?
- Thread starter zombiejoe
- Start date
Recommended Videos
Because it is late I've decided to post on this for fun 
When me and my girlfriend were on holiday in Zante Island (Very nice, highly recommended!). We met some friendly english guy, we are both scottish (so it was nice to have someone we could talk to easily). He worked on the island and basically we went out for a drink later in the week. After a lot of cocktails and a pint of cider, we started debating about star signs, I think they are fun and so does my girlfriend while this english guy thought they are stupid. It was innocent and fun until my girlfriend refuses to take my side and so we have a little private arguement about her not backing me up! (There was other people that the english guy knew, so we didn't ignore him!) Basically, after arguing for a wee while I got a pint glass in my face. Luckily it hit the side of my neck and didn't do any real damage.
So a long story short. My girlfriend glassed me on holiday, which I paid for, over an arguement about star signs and her not backing me up when I know she is as interested as me in them! We are still together as in reality we were both really drunk.
She stormed out of the bar and I apologised to the english and co. and followed her out where we walked to the hotel with a trail of blood on the road. She then proceded to argue more about nothing really, not even the star signs, and then threw my almost brand new phone (about 2months old) off the tiled floor where it shattered and couldn't be repaired!
She apologised and offered to buy me a new phone in the future. It was quite funny in hindsight. I remember really clearly saying "Sorry about that, we'll be leaving now" while holding my hand to my neck and she had already left!
When me and my girlfriend were on holiday in Zante Island (Very nice, highly recommended!). We met some friendly english guy, we are both scottish (so it was nice to have someone we could talk to easily). He worked on the island and basically we went out for a drink later in the week. After a lot of cocktails and a pint of cider, we started debating about star signs, I think they are fun and so does my girlfriend while this english guy thought they are stupid. It was innocent and fun until my girlfriend refuses to take my side and so we have a little private arguement about her not backing me up! (There was other people that the english guy knew, so we didn't ignore him!) Basically, after arguing for a wee while I got a pint glass in my face. Luckily it hit the side of my neck and didn't do any real damage.
So a long story short. My girlfriend glassed me on holiday, which I paid for, over an arguement about star signs and her not backing me up when I know she is as interested as me in them! We are still together as in reality we were both really drunk.
She stormed out of the bar and I apologised to the english and co. and followed her out where we walked to the hotel with a trail of blood on the road. She then proceded to argue more about nothing really, not even the star signs, and then threw my almost brand new phone (about 2months old) off the tiled floor where it shattered and couldn't be repaired!
She apologised and offered to buy me a new phone in the future. It was quite funny in hindsight. I remember really clearly saying "Sorry about that, we'll be leaving now" while holding my hand to my neck and she had already left!
The correct response to that is "You remember when you stabbed me with scissors, and I was forced to restrain you so that you'd stop attacking me?"Rationalization said:
My first (also doubles as my latest) girlfriend was PSYCHOTIC. She had bipolarism, schizophrenia, and depression. We argued every night over text messages because of something I said either in person or over text that got misinterpreted and sometimes things I didn't even say!
It ultimately ended in an awkward breakup and she tried to kill herself and me.
After her attempted suicide she went through psychiatric help, but she still goes around spreading things about me, true and false, that people don't need to know (like my furryism which she found about about). Of course, being that some of the shit she spreads is so far out there, I generally don't have problems denying the accusations that people hear.
It ultimately ended in an awkward breakup and she tried to kill herself and me.
After her attempted suicide she went through psychiatric help, but she still goes around spreading things about me, true and false, that people don't need to know (like my furryism which she found about about). Of course, being that some of the shit she spreads is so far out there, I generally don't have problems denying the accusations that people hear.
Mature content ahead, sexually funny story that I find ridiculous.
My girlfriend was giving me a good ol' fashion hj. I hint that maybe she should get it wet. You know, use a mouth. She gets up and runs her hand under a COLD tap. Needless to say I facepalmed.
At least she didn't pour cold water directly onto you. That's worse, trust me.PayneTrayne said:
My girlfriend in college had been the victim of some pretty severe sexual abuse during her childhood. She was attending regular group therapy sessions, but she still had some pretty severe issues with it, understandably so. One Friday, after classes, she told me that she was going to therapy that night, and that is was likely going to be an EXTREMELY difficult session, and wanted to know if I could keep my schedule open so she could have someone to talk to afterwards, if she needed to. Being the regular social butterfly I was, I had nothing planned anyways, and so was available for anything and everything.
The session was as difficult as she had anticipated, and so I spent the entire evening comforting her and listening to her tell me about the abuse she'd suffered in shocking detail. I ended up sleeping on her floor that night. I was living off campus, and was out of it by the time she finished talking at about 2 in the morning, and although we were "active" at the time, we agreed that she didn't need me snoring in her ear after the evening she'd had.
I slept like a rock, even though the floor was hard and uncomfortable. I woke up the next morning in her warm, comfy bed, with no idea of how I got there. Worse still, she was sitting at her desk, and when I said "Good morning", it was quickly clear that she was very much not happy with me. I crawl out of bed to find that I am no longer wearing my pants, and I begin fearing the worst. After finding my pants, I begin appologising profusely to her, along the lines of "Honey, I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, it was stupid, wrong, and I'm very sorry for it." Finally, she opens up.
"Dan, I woke you up last night and asked you to come to bed. You got up, crawled into bed, and started to go to sleep. I asked you if you were forgetting something, and you got up. I thought you'd gotten the message. I started pulling off your pants, you stepped out of them, grabbed your pillow off the floor, crawled back in bed and passed out."
So I was the bad guy for not taking advantage of my emotionally traumetized girlfriend. But it doesn't end there. I finally got her calmed down, she was all smiles and happy and great, I proposed we move the good mood in a bed-ward direction, which she agrees to, we're making out, hands are wandering (both of ours, I was just following her signals), when her mood very suddenly swings. In a matter of minutes, I go from making out with my girlfriend, to her sobbing, to me making a Circle K run for M&M's.
I repeat this story to myself every now and then to take the sting away from being single.
The session was as difficult as she had anticipated, and so I spent the entire evening comforting her and listening to her tell me about the abuse she'd suffered in shocking detail. I ended up sleeping on her floor that night. I was living off campus, and was out of it by the time she finished talking at about 2 in the morning, and although we were "active" at the time, we agreed that she didn't need me snoring in her ear after the evening she'd had.
I slept like a rock, even though the floor was hard and uncomfortable. I woke up the next morning in her warm, comfy bed, with no idea of how I got there. Worse still, she was sitting at her desk, and when I said "Good morning", it was quickly clear that she was very much not happy with me. I crawl out of bed to find that I am no longer wearing my pants, and I begin fearing the worst. After finding my pants, I begin appologising profusely to her, along the lines of "Honey, I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, it was stupid, wrong, and I'm very sorry for it." Finally, she opens up.
"Dan, I woke you up last night and asked you to come to bed. You got up, crawled into bed, and started to go to sleep. I asked you if you were forgetting something, and you got up. I thought you'd gotten the message. I started pulling off your pants, you stepped out of them, grabbed your pillow off the floor, crawled back in bed and passed out."
So I was the bad guy for not taking advantage of my emotionally traumetized girlfriend. But it doesn't end there. I finally got her calmed down, she was all smiles and happy and great, I proposed we move the good mood in a bed-ward direction, which she agrees to, we're making out, hands are wandering (both of ours, I was just following her signals), when her mood very suddenly swings. In a matter of minutes, I go from making out with my girlfriend, to her sobbing, to me making a Circle K run for M&M's.
I repeat this story to myself every now and then to take the sting away from being single.
A boyfriend of my sister's in high school was engaged while he went out with her.
Apparently he got engaged every other weekend or so, and had a creepy obsession with getting married. One girl's mother eventually called the cops on him some time ago.
Beyond that, no real stories I've got.
Apparently he got engaged every other weekend or so, and had a creepy obsession with getting married. One girl's mother eventually called the cops on him some time ago.
Beyond that, no real stories I've got.
Crazy? No. I'm the crazy one in relationships. Explains why I avoid them now XD
Rather annoying? Yes.
One particular story is about an ex who's ruined my friends life by simply letting him get too attached and then walking off on him. But that's off topic, the girl in question is.
Basicly, she took out her bad day's on me. Through the internet. We fought every day, in a long distance relationship, and it was always because she had a bit of a bad day and I was simply listening. I'm either over-reacting, or I got used as a punching bag. Either way though, I honestly wonder why I dated her for four months going through that for three of them.
The other one is this, and this one I think i can classify as crazy.
Me and my girlfriend of about 2, 3 weeks at this point, sit down and start talking about how we need to work on communication. We had really rushed the relationship, and it was starting to show with us starting to avoid each other. Anyways, the funny bit is, after this talk on working on communication... She dissapears for 3 weeks, not a word. I text her to tell her it's over, she snaps at me that she's in a completely different province and actually gets one of her friends to threaten me via my voicemail to shut up. Over me telling her it's over because she dropped off the face of the planet.
Yeah, definately staying single here, especially since I honestly can't tell who's in the wrong in both of these situations. Probably me and my ex's.
Rather annoying? Yes.
One particular story is about an ex who's ruined my friends life by simply letting him get too attached and then walking off on him. But that's off topic, the girl in question is.
Basicly, she took out her bad day's on me. Through the internet. We fought every day, in a long distance relationship, and it was always because she had a bit of a bad day and I was simply listening. I'm either over-reacting, or I got used as a punching bag. Either way though, I honestly wonder why I dated her for four months going through that for three of them.
The other one is this, and this one I think i can classify as crazy.
Me and my girlfriend of about 2, 3 weeks at this point, sit down and start talking about how we need to work on communication. We had really rushed the relationship, and it was starting to show with us starting to avoid each other. Anyways, the funny bit is, after this talk on working on communication... She dissapears for 3 weeks, not a word. I text her to tell her it's over, she snaps at me that she's in a completely different province and actually gets one of her friends to threaten me via my voicemail to shut up. Over me telling her it's over because she dropped off the face of the planet.
Yeah, definately staying single here, especially since I honestly can't tell who's in the wrong in both of these situations. Probably me and my ex's.
I told my ex girlfriend I didn't believe her when she said she had models asking her out on dates and she flipped out on me. She accused me of calling her fat and all these other things just because I doubted the fact that models were asking her out and she was saying no. It makes no sense to believe her if you know how fast she jumped at the chance to get her paws on me.
Not mine, but my brother's high school girlfriend was/is a serious nympho, up to and including propositioning me while he was in the next room over. After talking to him about he just said "It's high school, this relationship isn't going to matter in a few years," and gave me the go-ahead if I ever wanted to take her up on her offer. I'm a senior in high school, he's a junior in college, she's also a senior in high school. They still like to use each other whenever he comes home.
Sorry, don't watch it it'll offend but it reminds me of this scene:MasterOfWorlds said:
There is indeed some pretty crazy stories here, I haven't really got anything like that. There has been our only real argument which was because I chipped in £5 towards a stripper (joke present) for my mate's birthday in halls of residence. I guess it was because I had no real issue with it but she does, and was pissed off at me for a week when I told her and any conversation was arguing; the difference of opinion being that she is strongly against the sexual objectivication of woman and I'm against not being able to drink and be a good sport in my hall on my housemates birthday.
But yeah, nothing crazy.
Certainly. He was ALMOST my boyfriend once, so I reckon it counts here.smearyllama said:
This guy (I'll call him Joe, cause fuck saying 'this guy' all the time) has, over the course of his later-teenage years, been engaged a grand total of 15 times. Most of these engagements were to young teenage girls he'd met on some chat room somewhere the week prior to him proposing to them. Every single one of these girls he managed to drive away somehow.
His one lasting girlfriend (well, fiancé technically) was 4 years younger than him. He claimed to have been in love with her, but while he was engaged to her he would travel hundreds of miles all over the country to shag other girls he'd met online, and openly brag about it to anyone who would listen. He considered it an accomplish to, for example, masturbate on webcam to 10 different 14 year old girls (while he was 18, fyi) while simultaneously making wedding plans over the phone with his fiancé. He once had 3 different fiancés at one time. He claimed to just really want marriage, but his refusal to commit to anyone made him look like a big hypocrite.
That's not even to mention his numerous suicide attempts. This lead me to once have the most intense conversation of my life with him as he stood up on the railing of a bridge crying his eyes out, in which I deliberately called him on all the shit he pulled, claiming that if he loved his fiancé he's straighten up and stop being such a self-destructive prick to himself and such a disloyal asshole to her.
Let's see, what else...He also had the self-destructive tendency to find a large group of drunk guys or tough guys and deliberately antagonise them into beating eight shades of shit out of him.
He purposely got his mum so angry she threw him out of the house, at which point he spent 2 nights on the street followed by 3 nights on my sofa.
He claimed to be every shade of the sexuality spectrum under the sun, just to see how many people he could get interested in him at any one time. Admittedly I was one of them, but this was before I knew about all this shit he pulled. He spent a good few months smooth-talking me to apparently try to "complete his scorecard" by sleeping with an openly gay guy.
He also went out and purposely contracted an STD (not HIV or AIDS, one of the minor ones) then tried to bed his fiancé without the use of a condom.
There was....there was a lot wrong with him. He had a lot of behavioural and emotional issues, which eventually reached breaking point leading to him turning up on my doorstep at 3 in the morning in the pouring rain crying his eyes out.
Good to know he's finally in therapy somewhere (he moved away after a massive blowout with his mum which had to involve the police) and getting his shit sorted out. We talk a lot online, so I keep checking up on him after his other friends (and my other friends by association I guess) abandoned him. Dunno why I didn't really...but I think he's doing better cause of a familiar face to talk to.
This post turned out longer than I intended it to be...
I dated a guy who had OCD for a bit. It was fine when were going out most of the time and I didn't even think much of it.
After we had parted ways, he visited and we hung out for a few days (because who doesn't like unresolved sexual tension?) where his OCD was really bad. Constantly telling me "You should do it this way" for every little thing. I was kind of annoyed with him by the end of the weekend, until he apologized unprovoked for "acting like a douche". I really hate him sometimes.
I also went on a date with a different guy who broke out the L-word on the first date. Also the last date.
After we had parted ways, he visited and we hung out for a few days (because who doesn't like unresolved sexual tension?) where his OCD was really bad. Constantly telling me "You should do it this way" for every little thing. I was kind of annoyed with him by the end of the weekend, until he apologized unprovoked for "acting like a douche". I really hate him sometimes.
I also went on a date with a different guy who broke out the L-word on the first date. Also the last date.