Reddit, what's the worst breakup you've had? What happened?

pt 2

She started texting me the next day and telling me there was a no contact order (which was a lie) and that anything I said would be used against me and to be cautious with what I texted. I let it all out. I started asking her all the shit I wanted. She started telling me that she didn’t know why she told me so-and-so and her were engaged and it wasn’t true—she started telling me that it was all a misunderstanding—that she hated me, though and never wanted to see me…. but she wouldn’t tell me what she was doing, what the fuck was up with her exes, where she was at these times, why her stories were never consistent, why she still kept me hidden from everybody, etc. Well, we kept fighting and I ended it by saying, “These last ___ months have been the worst experience of my damn life; you honestly make me wish I were dead.” I just blocked her at that point.

The next night, I unblocked her and was just dejected. I get a call from a blocked number. I know who it is and I don’t bother to answer it, given that I knew who it was. A bit later, I text her something like, “I don’t answer blocked numbers.” She starts messaging me about how happy she is to hear from me, how much she cares, how she wants to marry me despite her family now hating me (thanks for giving me the chance to make them like me!)… she tells me that she broke into tears and hugged her sister when I finally messaged her back and how her sister said, “You should only be with him!”… who the fuck else was she with? Like, that didn’t make me feel any more ease. Nor did the fact that her mother, apparently, told her boss what happened and showed the message I sent her.

So, we start talking and agree to meet up and converse—but a huge fucking snowstorm hits that incapacitates the city/town. So, fuck it, we talk a lot during that time and I call her out on her relationship shit that she had hidden from me. She finally tells me the entree story of the one guy with the picture of her kissing him, and I believe the story. Then she starts telling me, after me being unrelenting, on the other guy that she kept bringing up in different ways…. She finally tells me that she had dated this guy for a fucking year, but broke up when we first met…. so, I ask if that’s the inconsistency in her sexual partners number and she claims she never had sex with him. I asked how she dated someone for a year without having sex and she told me she had never met him in real life. She said it was some guy in the military that she went to school with mutual friends—that he saw her on Facebook and then started talking because of the mutual friend… that they were engaged but it had ended and that she told him the entire story that night and he had blocked her…. that raises as many questions as it gives answers….

This point was interesting because—even before we met—we both had out of country vacations (to opposite parts of the world). When we met, we had all kinds of really bizarre synchronistic things—vacations planned at the same time, weird food habits that were consistent and rare, electricity acted weird (lights in my car would turn on randomly when we fought, for instance), unicorns popped up everywhere (that was something special to us), raccoons (had to do with a story), etc. So, there was this terrible snowstorm and the day before she left with her family on a trip, we finally managed to get a day the roads were cleared and I could get out of the hinterland I reside in (it’s right outside the city/town). I left early that morning and just went to sleep in the back of my car as I waited for her—still feeling crestfallen, uncertain, and… just disillusioned.

I get a knock on my passenger door and unlock it for her… she comes in, puts her hand on me, starts crying how it is just a misunderstanding, that we are still good, but we should take a break because she is going to therapy because the Sherif is forcing her to (which is a lie…. they can’t force her to, so she went to like two sessions), that we shouldn’t be together because she has rage issues, etc., but that she loves me and that we will work it all out and we can still get married, but we should wait till she gets back from her vacation—but that would be the time. We have a hard conversation and we discuss our cares for one another and talk about the shit she kept hidden, but she didn’t give much info, she gives me a blowjob, she kisses me and she goes home so she can get back to her family and get on the plane with her family.

We both go on our vacations and we talk every single day we are on vacation. I was gone for a week; her for three weeks. We exchange pictures, words of love, stories, etc. We fought a bit about whether or not we were actually getting married when she returned; she had completely backed off of it. I just wanted her to agree that we were boyfriend and girlfriend… We had epic fights over this…. I didn’t understand how someone could claim she’d marry me, but not admit that we were in a relationship or meet my family…. Well, we got into it pretty hardcore the day before she returned home. Like, EPIC screaming, crying, fighting. Well, shit… I was sick as fuck and… she got sick as fuck… we always had shit like that synchronize…. She got so sick that the airline—at a transfer point in a Pokemon-based country actually quarantined her—telling her that her fever was so bad she could easily die on the flight back. All fighting ended right there.

No matter how mad I was at her, I loved her and wanted her to be okay. No stress. She actually contacted me at that point to tell me how bad it was because we weren’t talking given how angry we were with one another. My attitude changed, as did her, and we talked sincerely about what we meant to one another. Fuck it, if the girl i thought was my soulmate was in that bad of a situation, I just wanted her to get healthy and come back okay. They medicated her and quarantined her for three days and then let her fly home (her family stayed).

Her second day (first full day) back, she met up with me and we embraced one another hard…. made out, I did some things to her breasts that she fucking loves, and we have a great reuniting. So, that night her and I have a slight argument, but nothing that ever should cause extreme conflict and she fucking blew up at me the next day when we were getting coffee. Apparently some asshole messaged her aunt asking for her schedule and saying she was pregnant by him…. apparently this fucker was calling the workplace and asking for her schedule… well, shit, so guess who gets blamed? ME! Well, sort of… apparently there was a stalker and a lot of bad situations with men calling her crib and making her entire family paranoid…. so, after the best reunion I’ve ever had, everything went to shit.

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