You may or may not have read my other post. I'm guessing you didn't, which is good for me. I regret giving you as much credit as I did. I'm taking a lot of it back, because I fell for your little game.
You're telling people lies about what happened. You have to twist it to make him sound insane so you can have a sobstory with your new group of friends so they will defend you.
He never came into your apartment swinging a wrench around and breaking shit. That's complete bullshit and I don't know why you still insist on twisting it this many years after the fact. You need to come up with a new sobstory to tell people.
Here's what really happened. You were talking to that guy from LA for several weeks online. At Tahoe, which is a big family event, you spent most of your time on that blow-up mattress texting away at this guy, even during the day and family activities. You were rude to my bf's family and let his mom pay some medical bills for you when you got the sniffles because you were always broke. You planned to meet the guy the weekend after you got home from Tahoe. Then the night you got home, completely detached and without emotion, you told my bf you "weren't feelin' it" and anymore. You "broke up", rather half-assedly, just so you could get with that other guy "guilt-free". But you were flirting with the guy before that. Just because his penis didn't make it inside you until after you dumped your bf suddenly with little explanation doesn't mean you weren't cheating and moving on. You left him so you could be "technically single" in time for this other dude.
Your ex moved out temporarily to clear the air. It's no secret to me that you guys broke up twice before that, and you'd run off and sleep with another dude immediately. You'd see break ups as a free pass to go and fuck someone else, but take him back for stability. He'd come crawling back to you, feel sorry for you, think you're a better person than that, and you'd get back together, and he, for the record, fully regrets those decisions. That is because despite all of your stupidity, you are a master manipilator. Both you and your bff are in that "business". I just happened to be one of many of the "pawns" in your games over the years, but now you got a fuckin' problem, cuz you can't shake me. Manipulation and abandonment is how people like you survive, because you don't have much to offer. You're a cocaine baby, and it really shows.
The weekend after your trip you go to the bar you go to every weekend. The guy you were flirting with comes down. You guys play Rock Band and get wasted. You go outside, puke three times, get in his car and fuck him. I'm sure vomit sex is really magical...
You call your ex on the phone, blubbering and crying and telling him you "made a mistake", because even though you "left" him, you know fucking a dude you've been flirting with a few days later is fucked up. He wasn't even fully moved out yet and you're already spinning on somone else's dick. You tell him about the drinking, the puke, the sex, and say you "don't know" why you did it. You made it sound like the guy made you drunk and coerced you into sex. You played victim for your own shitty choices.
So then he comes over furious. You're not telling him anything. You change gears, and don't regret fucking the guy. Pissed, he breaks your bedframe-- and ONLY your bedframe-- which HE bought, because he didn't want you to fuck the guy in the bed he shared with you. He did not come in breaking all of your stuff with a wrench, that is a complete work of fiction.
You and your ex had broken up twice before and gotten back together, so despite the awful shit you'd done, he still had faith in you. He always thought you'd "get better" from all your insane emotional turmoil. He was attached, and tried to win you over. You'd let him sleep next to you, take you out on expensive dates, fully knowing you wouldn't get back together. He started to sense you were not interested in connecting on that level. You were just milking it.
So he comes to your place and sobs outside for several hours, knowing he can't reverse the break up. Your roommate comes home, and you cone outside. You show no emotion, completely uncaring about what he's saying, so he emotionally manipulates you.
You've pulled out a knife countless times saying you'd kill yourself. You'd pull that shit on him when things got ugly. He was trying to get closure, but you wouldn't listen. He was in a fucked up state, and definitely partially intended to jump off the balcony to the next floor, but more than anything, he wanted to wipe that smug look off your face. You were perfectly content just ending everything unemotionally and he was not fine with that. He wanted to know you felt something other than this wildly animalistic desire to fuck some dude 10 years older than you. You spent 5 years together, and wanted to end it so impartially. You just like to wreck shit and walk away without consequence. He wanted to see if the same suicidal cry for help you'd pull on him would work on you.
YOU did not have him "seized" from your apartment. Your roommate called the cops fearing for his safety, because he was in a really bad state emotionally and she saw him climb over the ledge. He got off the ledge when the cops were called, and left voluntarily. This dramatic "seizing" event never occurred. He never assaulted you or vandalised your apartment.
Just because you technically left him before screwing the other dude doesn't mean you weren't cheating. You've always been loose and talking to other guys. And you came back to him crying after the sex. Why would you do that if he was your ex and you moved on? You can't have it both ways.
Your fling never worked out, and you'll always have dudes leaving you because you're a giant slut and a loser and you hate yourself.
So yeah my apology was a mistake. You managed to make me feel bad for you (that's how you get anything in life, so you're really good at it), but I'm smarter than most of the people you lie to and I don't care about saving face. So yeah, fuck that shit, I won't stop telling the truth about you, since you won't stop telling lies about my man. Deal with it.