When I was 19 I had really low self-esteem so when I began getting close to E, who was charming and hot and smart it was like a dream come true. There were warning signs in the beginning, but I guess I was an idiot. E and I started dating when he was still with his ex. He cheated on her with me and she knew, and made suicidal gestures and he...googled the correct way to kill yourself for her and left it at that. Eventually they broke up and we started dating. I was dealing with a pretty bad self injury problem at the time and E would egg me on so that he could draw in my blood. Our relationship was bad and I just...I guess I didn't really have a concept of what a healthy relationship was. E also took to cutting me in bed and I didn't know what to do to stop it- he held me down and carved a word into my back. He finally stopped when my roommate saw the mark and threatened to go to the police.
A few months into our relationship he tried to kill me by giving me a lot of xanax when I was black out drunk. I don't remember the two days after that.
E would often make 'jokes' about things and I would laugh thinking they were just so awful they couldn't be true. He joked about being a pedophile and he joked about a ton of other stuff. I was an awful person and thought that the idea of that was just so foreign and out of the realm of possibility that it was hilarious. One day I realized he wasn't kidding. By then I had no idea how to get out of the relationship.
As luck would have it he started getting bored with me when I started asserting myself more and ended things by moving out of our apartment while I was gone and changing his relationship status on facebook without consulting me. That was honestly the best thing that ever happened to me, though I didn't realize it at the time.
Two years go by without incident. I warn people about him, but he did a really good job convincing people I'm crazy.
And then the notes started. I received a couple of threatening notes and weird facebook messages from fake accounts referencing very personal things and I had a sneaking suspicion of who they were from. I report them to my RA and the police and then go on about my life.
Meanwhile, the girl he is now dating has been getting similar notes and someone put sugar in her gas tank. Everyone assumed it was me because bitches are crazy, right?
Finals week I spend the entire night one night in the library and my roommate had been texting me that she felt weird, like our room was being watched. I go back to our room at dawn to discover another note, and the key my roommate was supposed to leave under our doormat missing. We call the police and file a report and get our lock changed.
And then there's a knock on the door. It's campus police stating that they had gotten an anonymous tip that I had large amounts of narcotics in my room and asked to search in a specific place in my room. I say yes knowing that's untrue. Well, lo and behold, they find a GIANT BAG OF DRUGS in my room. I spent my finals week with the possibility of felony drug charges hanging over my head. Thankfully, the cops had enough evidence that they weren't my drugs, but not enough evidence to charge him.
Anyway, turns out, ex had planted drugs in my room at some point and filed the anonymous tip. To make matters worse he tried to implicate the girl he was currently dating and tried to make it seem like we were fighting over him. From what I pieced together, he was trying to make my life so bad I would kill myself.
I left out a lot of details because I don't want it to be super identifiable because I still think he'll come after me.