He is in fact the one who is crazy. I've posted about this guy before and in addition to all the stupid "tests" he would secretly give me (and yell at me when I "failed"), the constant put downs, and physical rejection (closet case) I developed a nice case of the depressions. He would emotionally torment me until I cried so that he could lecture me for being weak.

Calling him out on this makes me "crazy". This from the man who screams at strangers, calls unfamiliar women fat/bitches, lies constantly for personal gain, and will change his mind mid sentance and WOE BETIDE the one who doesn't agree with literally every single convoluted theory/belief he has because if you don't subscribe exactly to his extremely narrow-minded beliefs you are "stupid" and "moronic" and of course "crazy".

The funny part is that he thinks he's really open-minded because he supports LGBTQ equality. Like that's it. He calls himself a feminist but let me tell you honey, a feminist and a mama's boy are not the same thing. Their relationship was so fucked up. He's a 36 year old man who can't do a day without mommy who's also paying his bills (which I didn't know right away. ew)

What seals him in as the crazy one for me is that after our break up I met a really nice guy who loves me for me and treats me really well and is supportive. About 6 months in he proposed and I accepted ( I know it's fast but it worked for us and things are going great several years in).

Motherfucker told everyone I was lying and my engagement was fake. We hadn't spoken in a year! I only found out by running into mutual friends and introducing them to my fiance. They said "Oh, It's REAL?!"

But yeah. I'm the crazy one.