When I was about 15 my genuinely psychotic abusive girlfriend got in a lot of trouble, got kicked out of our school, her group home, and got sent to a psychiatric hospital with pending criminal charges.
For whatever reason when she got expelled she thought she could tell the school that I was the one actually doing all of the things she was in trouble for, and would say I'd threaten to kill myself if she ever went against me or tried to get me to behave (it was the opposite).
I guess her plan was for both of us to end up together in the psych hospital? She was a GENUINE pathological liar so I have no idea.
I spent a whole school day sitting with the president of the school, the principal of the high school, and a counselor having to convince them she was lying. They told me because of what they heard they HAD to send me to some type of facility, but thankfully after hours of examples and explanations of all the shit she'd do to me and to others , the school believed me. They still wanted me to get psych help but now realizing I wasn't some super high risk violent suicidal maniac that she had made me out to be.
For example, one day when she'd pushed me to the edge and I finally decided we needed to "take a break", she told me she would kill herself if we did. I told her I didn't believe her, I knew she wouldn't do it she was just manipulative. She even wrote this romanticized fan fiction-esque suicide note, and gave it to me in class. I still didn't budge.
She was known to constantly self harm, and it was usually in a truly attention seeking way, but the next day she came in with cuts all over her arms and told me she'd tried to slash her wrists. She had sleeves of bandages. This wasn't true, she had just cut herself as deep as she always did to get her way, but the shock of the situation prolonged our relationship another several months.
She told the school that situations like this happened all the time, which they did, but that I WAS THE ONE DOING IT.
She'd do a lot of fucked up shit like call and say her uncle was kicking her door in to come rape her when I had friends over or was busy, call and say she'd just swallowed a fatal combination of drugs, she would lie nonstop in ways that not only permanently tainted our relationship, but permanently damaged my psyche.
That night her aunt called and basically rehashed everything that the school had told me with a lot more information. Stuff I can't talk about here but basically there were hundreds of pages of writings about us killing ourselves together, her getting me to kill myself, any violence you can imagine basically combined with HORRIBLE graphic sexual content. I'm talking really sickening stuff, I still don't understand why some of it was even brought up to me.
For years she would call me or my girlfriends from various numbers and threaten to kill herself, talk about how she still hurt herself because I wouldn't talk to her anymore, basically just desperate crazy shit trying to get me back in the palm of her hand.
She eventually got engaged to some poor redneck kid when they were 17-18, and the entire time she would try to get me to run off with her saying shed leave him for me. I'm not sure if they ever got married but I think they may have had a kid.
Needless to say, I would not have survived being with her any longer than I was. The whole experience messed me up SO much more than I thought at the time, and I'm starting to come to terms with a lot of the trauma from it. It's made relationships hard, it's made trusting any teachers counselors or psychiatrists hard, and above all else, even though I know I shouldn't be I still feel so guilty over the whole thing. Not guilt for leaving her not guilt for standing up for myself, just guilt that I let myself end up in a position like that.
I could go on and on forever about all the things she did yo me and all the mental scars she left, but I think I've given enough background for how I dodged a bullet when she got taken away.
Even now at 22 I start to freak the FUCK out when a number I don't recognize calls me, I still don't use most social media, and I still am scared to death I'm gonna have to deal with her again someday. Even not too long ago one of her family members followed me on Instagram by CONNECTING HER CONTACTS, so I know that there's still a risk she'll find me someday, and if she does I'm not gonna have any problem getting a restraining order or whatever I need.
Still, I'd love to see how crazy she's become, it's like laughing at some crackhead tweaking out only to realize the sad reality that that's someone's child, only in reverse. I know she had a rough life beyond anything I could imagine, but I often cope with humor, and boy oh boy with someone as crazy as she is there is no shortage of laughably insane tales.