We dated for almost 2 years. We fr into a HUGE fight one night because I liked a FaceBook status that my childhood neighbor (a female) had got accepted to her first choice college. I left a comment saying "Congratulations Paige! Best of luck to ya!" That's it. No big deal. I lived next to her for 18 years, and we knew each other pretty well after that, and was proud of her accomplishment. Nothing romantic about that.

Well, my ex thought differently. I was practicing with my band at the time, and wasn't checking my phone. We take a break, and I look at my phone. I think I had like 20 missed calls, she maxed out my voicemail box, 40 text messages, and at least 20 FaceBook messages all from my ex calling me the biggest piece of shit on earth, basically.

I call her, tell her to calm the fuck down, try to explain the situation, and assure her that I have 0 interest in my old neighbor. She finally calmed down (or so I thought) and apologized for overreacting.

The next night, she goes out with her friends, and decides that she wants to start fighting again. She said something like "Have fun fucking Paige tonight! :)" I just ignore it, and turned my phone off, because I really didn't feel like fighting.

To summarize the story, she tells me that she ended up having 3 frat guys "run a train on her" (her words), and said "you cheated first" (I've never cheated on anyone), and "I technically didn't even cheat! I broke up with you in a text before it even happened!" I become furious, tell her we're done, and she starts crying about how it's now "the past." Bitch, 3 guys were balls deep in you about 4 hours ago, this isn't your "past."

The worst part of this story is that we were both 21 years old at the time.

TL;DR- I liked and commented on a FaceBook status, I get accused of cheating on her, she gets nailed by 3 guys at a party, and she tries to justify it.