When asked to tell their version of past relationships gone bad, tons of so-called “crazy exes” answered the call and proved that things aren’t always what they initially seem. Here you’ll find a wide range of “crazy girls” who explain their behavior through a series of harrowing tales that range from drug addicted boyfriends to undiagnosed mental disorders to the simple fact that they wanted their sh*t back.
So whether you’ve ever been accused of being a crazy ex yourself and are looking for validation that you’re not alone or have just wondered what goes on in the minds of women who men you’ve known have assured you were batsh*t crazy, you’ll find enlightenment below. Some of these stories may not be pretty, but they’re guaranteed to inform and make you reconsider who’s really the “crazy” one in many situations.
"I had a miscarriage..."
Gawd it destroyed me. He said it was because he didn’t want to face it and seeing me like that was a constant reminder but I truly lost so much respect for him after that.”
"[He] broke up with me at [my mom's] funeral..."
"If you try to put something in my mouth that I don't want there...."
"What else was I supposed to do when the guy you're seeing is in a locked room with a pretty girl?
I realize they’re trying to distract me and of course since I’d been drinking everything was a lot bigger of a deal. I throw a fit and go and knock at the LOCKED door and might’ve started screaming because what else was I supposed to do when the guy you’re seeing is in a locked room with a pretty girl? I’m humiliated, can’t be talked down and am alone ’cause they’re all his friends. Screaming, crying and the like.
So that’s how I became the crazy one.”
"He was addicted to heroin for years..."
Doesn’t really matter now, we don’t talk to any of those people anymore but my reputation still stands.”
"He cheated on me with my best friend of eight years..."
We put on some hair masks that are supposed to condition your hair, but I filled hers with hair removal cream. She lost all her hair that was originally down past her waist, except for about 2 inches on the very top. I saw her in a store about a month ago after not seeing her for four years, and she’s kept it short ever since.
We were best friends, but she was a huge ‘Regina George’ type of girl and I worshipped her out of fear of being an outcast and also because she was popular. I was the butt of every joke, and she bullied me in front of others and passed it off as playful banter. It was better to be her friend and look up to her, than to stand up to her and have her ruin your entire life. Previously we’d been a group of four but one of the other girls dated a boy that Maria liked, so she called the police and told them he was a drug dealer and that he had threatened us by holding a knife to our throats. She also told the school that another girl’s dad was a rapist after the girl reported her for bullying, and we all had to go in for interviews. This was before we had even turned 14 and she went on like this for years.
The hair situation happened after years of this kind of behaviour. I had only stuck by her out of the fact no one wanted to be my friend as a result of being around her and I was basically Maria’s little side kick. I was totally under her spell and her parents would constantly tell me what a good person I was for ‘looking after her when everyone else was out to get her,’ which basically proved how much they didn’t even understand her. Also, sometimes Maria would tell people her mother was dead for no apparent reason and when I asked her why she said this, she said ‘because sometimes it’s funny’.
As soon as the first few clumps of hair came out in my fingers I felt totally sick. I was literally preparing to run because I thought she was going to beat the sh*t out of me. I just kept rubbing it out of her scalp and said ‘Maria, it’s falling out. Your hair, look.’
She went to the mirror and she just laughed and said ‘You so did that on purpose. You so did, didn’t you?’ I said ‘Yes, I did it on purpose but I don’t care’, my face must have been the color of paper and I was totally bawling my eyes out because I was legit scared of her.
I told her she was a bitch and went through the times she had tried to ruin people’s lives, told her that she was a bitch for calling people rapists and murderers and drug dealers and that she owes so many people apologies. Maria started crying and started coming out with how I was her best friend and how we always ‘stuck together’ and that I should know how hard her life at home was without her sister and mum. Her sister moved out about a year before and she told everyone she had died also, I have no idea why she did this. Her mum and sister are definitely not dead.
I said ‘You’re a compulsive liar and you don’t even know it. Your mum and sister aren’t dead, X persons’s dad wasn’t a rapist, Y person wasn’t a drug dealer and he never tried to kill us, but you totally ruined their lives.’ The next year of our relationship was basically ‘the Boss level’, if you will. She spent the next year accusing my family of abusing me, that I stole her phone, that I had threatened to kill her if I saw her. The school ignored her as much as possible because they’d had enough of her, and during our final year they sat us both down and pulled out a huge list of all the sh*t she had done and that it was getting to the point that that we’re going to press charges against her for all the harassment, or against me for my apparent death threats towards her. She said she didn’t want to take it any further and that she would ‘just put up with me’.
I’m not proud of what I did and when I think about her I just wish I had told her to leave me alone along time ago. She was the number one reason my whole school career was awful, because if I wasn’t her victim, then I was her persecutor.
TL:DR, she tried to get me arrested and turned out to be batsh*t crazy and I regret what I did.”
"I had an undiagnosed mental disorder..."
"He never told me the things I did that bothered him...."
Like it exploded at some point and things came to light that he never talked to me about once.
Like for example, whenever he told me he was going out I would ask if I could tag a long. When everything blew up this was one of his issues and I told him in disbelief ‘Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to be alone? Why leave it at “I’m going to XXX.”?’
I may have never understood if he was just tired of me or tired of us or if all his reasons were justified. I honestly thought until that point we were okay, so I guess that made me ‘crazy’.”
"I knew in my bones he was cheating..."
"The f*cker had about $1,000.00 worth of my Blu Rays..."
"He dropped [his son] off, expecting me to babysit while he went to Hooters with friends."
He had dropped him off, expecting me to babysit overnight while he went to Hooters with friends. He refused to answer his phone. When he did, he said he didn’t see the big deal, as I said I would be home. His version? I broke up with him because he didn’t get me a birthday present, and I was too materialistic.”
"He threatened to murder me and my family..."
After a couple of months, he hacked into my Facebook account and posted naked photos of me, then beat the sh*t out of me when I confronted him about it, which is why he got domestic violence charges.
Aaand he lost his son because he likes to smoke pot and blow it in his face and let him play with his bong.”
"I found out he was cheating on me through sexts on his Mac he left open..."
After mentally recuperating, I turn on my phone to some mutual friends calling me a bitch and I’m blocking you! etc. I find out that he had told them I threw him out of OUR apartment because he was talking to his sister and I thought he was cheating. He said I made him homeless. They believed him because I never responded to the accusations because my phone was off! So now they think I’m super jealous and I was crazy because I made him ‘homeless’ (his parents live 45 minutes away, he started living with them).
Luckily some people believed me, but for the most part, a lot of those mutual friends took his side. This happened six months ago and I still am getting flak for it. Too bad I never took screenshots of the sexts.”
"I tried to break up with him so many times and he'd threaten to kill himself..."
I tried to break up with him so many times and he’d threaten to kill himself and swore he’d stop drinking/doing cocaine/get a job, etc. It’s a long story but I haven’t talked to him in two years and his family firmly believes I’m f*cking insane and that he’s a victim who’s still going through a youthful phase (he’s 27 now).”
"I found out he was a registered sex offender..."
I dumped him immediately and went no contact, but a friend of mine started dating him. She helped care for her sister’s child, who was the same age and gender as my ex’s victim. I told her and she confronted him. He denied it and said that I was a crazy jealous b*tch who couldn’t handle being dumped. She accused me of slandering him and trying to ruin his life. This was before the Internet, so I showed her the court records I had copies of. She dumped him and outed him publicly.
He then went on a campaign to trash me to anyone who would listen to his rants. I was crazy, a whore, cheated on him, had STDs, stole from him, physically assaulted him, turned tricks to support a drug habit, you name it, I did it.”
"...Your fiancée you conveniently forgot to tell me about."
"HE told ME that she has HPV..."
He flipped it on me, said I must’ve been the one to give it to her (even though she had full HPV), and broke things off with me. Then called me a crazy bitch when I called to scream at him for being such an assh*le. He married her. Ick.”