From Guy: GF thinks I use crack; left and won't talk
Hello, I'm a guy. And as I'm sure the title would encourage people to say, I know I should just try to forget about my ex-girlfriend and move on. The issue is the breakup wasn't anything I've seen or experienced before.
My GF used to do various drugs. She declared she was going clean on November 10 last year. I think she has a laughing tick because of the drugs, and I notice her leg spasms a lot when she sleeps (like a dog or cat sleeping). She was homeless at the time because her dad disowned her and nobody would take her in. I treated her to dinner a couple times and let her crash at my apartment whenever her part-time job ended so late that she'd miss her last bus home.
We grew very intimate and a month later I let her move in with me. A few days later my landlord started harassing us. I told him I was moving out and gave him my notice. I have to be out in 5 days and still don't have a new apartment to move into because my landlord gave all the prospects bad references for me. My girlfriend got very upset about this and as did I. I stormed off to my parents' house to go dig up any documentation from my landlord that I could use to incriminate him and secure housing.
That evening my mother and I sat down over coffee to discuss the situation. My GF thought I was going to be home soon so she cooked up a frozen pizza. (This is "important" because I think this is when things spiraled out of control.) When I finally got home, it was almost 10pm and the pizza was cold. She had taken a couple bites before I got home, so I asked her if she wanted more. She said no and just laid in bed. I ate a bit and put the rest away then crawled into bed. Around 4am or so she woke me up and we had sex, but I wasn't in the mood to orgasm (I'm weird like that) and she was a tad dry down there, so I rolled off and took a shower while she went back to bed.
She spent the day looking for a job while I cleaned the apartment, bleaching the walls to kill all the mold. I wanted to be able to take pictures of the place and show the prospective landlords that I'm not really a bad tenant. She had dinner at her mom's house that night and I texted her that I might have bleached the paint off the walls a tad. She got upset and yelled at me, then asked me if I had smoked crack the previous night because when I came home my eyes were bugging out. I reminded her I was with my mother that night, but she asked me again if I smoked crack. Sarcastically, I told her, "Yeah I smoked crack."
She took my reply seriously, called me a crackhead homosexual and told me we were through. Her half-sister's dad brought her back and she took her stuff out of my apartment, screaming at me when I tried to talk to her and threatening to charge me with assault if I even touched her. She asked where my mom's house was so she could get her clothes and stuff (we moved it to my mom's garage because my landlord was trying to lock us out); I refused to give her the address and told her I'd bring it by the next day even though she threatened to have her police officer uncle arrest me for stealing her belongings.
The next day over texts I tried to work things out, but she ignored any text that didn't pertain to which boxes her stuff was in. When I eventually got back to my apartment, she came by with her grandma and threw the stuff in grandma's truck, hardly talking to me. When she was done, I told her good bye and good luck on her pharmacy test coming up in March. She replied, "Have a nice life. Get some treatment." I went back to my apartment and she then told my mom, "I really love your son, but he needs some treatment."
I tried texting her that night, asking telling her I'd go take a drug test to prove to her that I was clean and sober. I'VE NEVER DONE COCAINE OR AMPHETAMINES! And yet she was insistent that I was a crackhead. Since I had told her throughout our relationship that I don't do drugs, since I'm a crackhead that makes me a big fat liar liar liar. She then told me to stop texting her or else she'll have her cop uncle get a restraining order and then told me goodbye.
Like I said, I know I should just move on and forget about her, but I can't. Every morning she was by my side. Every day after work I'd come home to her arms. She'd cook dinner for me every night. Every night I'd go to sleep snuggled up with her. It's been only a little over a month, but with her gone it feels like a parent, child or pet just died -- there's a hole in my heart, and I don't want to go back to my apartment at all because just being in the empty apartment (except for some bedding and dishes, everything else has been moved into my mom's garage) is so depressing. Being at home is depressing. Thinking about going back home is depressing. I wandered around town in the rain for five hours last night before I finally went back home and cried until the rum&cokes and sleeping pills made their way to my brain.
I guess my question is, is there still a way for me to get us back together? Would taking a follicle drug test, which would cost me $169 or so, and a letter apologizing for getting so upset with her (I thought she was on meth when she accused me of being on crack) be sufficient; or is there something else underlying her erratic behavior? Day in and day out, day after day, we'd whisper how much we loved each other; we were cuddly lovey-dovey everywhere all the time; then suddenly BAM -- "Go back to smoking your rocks you liar!" It was so sudden, so out of the blue!
The last time she accused me of being a crackhead homosexual, she was high and apologized a couple hours after her outburst for relapsing. When she came to pick up her stuff this time, I assumed she was high again and since her pupils were dilated I yelled at her and called her a cracked-out *****. ...Feelings boiled hot that night. I know I was out of line and I tried to apologize to her over the texts, but she just ignored me and said we're through. How can our relationship be over if the whole basis of her breaking up is a fallacy? I want her back but no one will talk to me; she's got her whole family believing she's the victim and I'm the liar that took them all for a ride.
My GF used to do various drugs. She declared she was going clean on November 10 last year. I think she has a laughing tick because of the drugs, and I notice her leg spasms a lot when she sleeps (like a dog or cat sleeping). She was homeless at the time because her dad disowned her and nobody would take her in. I treated her to dinner a couple times and let her crash at my apartment whenever her part-time job ended so late that she'd miss her last bus home.
We grew very intimate and a month later I let her move in with me. A few days later my landlord started harassing us. I told him I was moving out and gave him my notice. I have to be out in 5 days and still don't have a new apartment to move into because my landlord gave all the prospects bad references for me. My girlfriend got very upset about this and as did I. I stormed off to my parents' house to go dig up any documentation from my landlord that I could use to incriminate him and secure housing.
That evening my mother and I sat down over coffee to discuss the situation. My GF thought I was going to be home soon so she cooked up a frozen pizza. (This is "important" because I think this is when things spiraled out of control.) When I finally got home, it was almost 10pm and the pizza was cold. She had taken a couple bites before I got home, so I asked her if she wanted more. She said no and just laid in bed. I ate a bit and put the rest away then crawled into bed. Around 4am or so she woke me up and we had sex, but I wasn't in the mood to orgasm (I'm weird like that) and she was a tad dry down there, so I rolled off and took a shower while she went back to bed.
She spent the day looking for a job while I cleaned the apartment, bleaching the walls to kill all the mold. I wanted to be able to take pictures of the place and show the prospective landlords that I'm not really a bad tenant. She had dinner at her mom's house that night and I texted her that I might have bleached the paint off the walls a tad. She got upset and yelled at me, then asked me if I had smoked crack the previous night because when I came home my eyes were bugging out. I reminded her I was with my mother that night, but she asked me again if I smoked crack. Sarcastically, I told her, "Yeah I smoked crack."
She took my reply seriously, called me a crackhead homosexual and told me we were through. Her half-sister's dad brought her back and she took her stuff out of my apartment, screaming at me when I tried to talk to her and threatening to charge me with assault if I even touched her. She asked where my mom's house was so she could get her clothes and stuff (we moved it to my mom's garage because my landlord was trying to lock us out); I refused to give her the address and told her I'd bring it by the next day even though she threatened to have her police officer uncle arrest me for stealing her belongings.
The next day over texts I tried to work things out, but she ignored any text that didn't pertain to which boxes her stuff was in. When I eventually got back to my apartment, she came by with her grandma and threw the stuff in grandma's truck, hardly talking to me. When she was done, I told her good bye and good luck on her pharmacy test coming up in March. She replied, "Have a nice life. Get some treatment." I went back to my apartment and she then told my mom, "I really love your son, but he needs some treatment."
I tried texting her that night, asking telling her I'd go take a drug test to prove to her that I was clean and sober. I'VE NEVER DONE COCAINE OR AMPHETAMINES! And yet she was insistent that I was a crackhead. Since I had told her throughout our relationship that I don't do drugs, since I'm a crackhead that makes me a big fat liar liar liar. She then told me to stop texting her or else she'll have her cop uncle get a restraining order and then told me goodbye.
Like I said, I know I should just move on and forget about her, but I can't. Every morning she was by my side. Every day after work I'd come home to her arms. She'd cook dinner for me every night. Every night I'd go to sleep snuggled up with her. It's been only a little over a month, but with her gone it feels like a parent, child or pet just died -- there's a hole in my heart, and I don't want to go back to my apartment at all because just being in the empty apartment (except for some bedding and dishes, everything else has been moved into my mom's garage) is so depressing. Being at home is depressing. Thinking about going back home is depressing. I wandered around town in the rain for five hours last night before I finally went back home and cried until the rum&cokes and sleeping pills made their way to my brain.
I guess my question is, is there still a way for me to get us back together? Would taking a follicle drug test, which would cost me $169 or so, and a letter apologizing for getting so upset with her (I thought she was on meth when she accused me of being on crack) be sufficient; or is there something else underlying her erratic behavior? Day in and day out, day after day, we'd whisper how much we loved each other; we were cuddly lovey-dovey everywhere all the time; then suddenly BAM -- "Go back to smoking your rocks you liar!" It was so sudden, so out of the blue!
The last time she accused me of being a crackhead homosexual, she was high and apologized a couple hours after her outburst for relapsing. When she came to pick up her stuff this time, I assumed she was high again and since her pupils were dilated I yelled at her and called her a cracked-out *****. ...Feelings boiled hot that night. I know I was out of line and I tried to apologize to her over the texts, but she just ignored me and said we're through. How can our relationship be over if the whole basis of her breaking up is a fallacy? I want her back but no one will talk to me; she's got her whole family believing she's the victim and I'm the liar that took them all for a ride.
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