u/Ill-Bite5929

Someone I know ( wouldn't necessarily call them an ex! But I stayed around them unfortunately for me) they have an unrealistic anger + temper problem! I can too vut its not the same. Someone has to be going in on me good enough to provoke me to get there. This person - No- you dont have do anything but be breathing..well this is true for me anyway! This Guy "A.R.H IIA" has threatened me and told some of his friends that he'd never get in trouble for killing me if he did thru a " hotshot".. im not sure exactly what that is but end result it make it look like someone " accidentally " over dosed! The pigs around these parts already have never helped me they've 8actually made my situation worse tbh.. But if anything happens to me its him

God, you and your people are everything wrong in the world. Lying ass junkies that swear on past lives! been insanely sad and hilarious to these people believe their own lies. They hate me bc ai know these POS are lying. As they tell me hkw they dont like being told about themselves and all the bad they do to me. Instead of them reflecting and being a vegger human being? Not - whatd id we do? As usual i try to gain clarity bc this lying cheating whore is just that. So if i ask 1 question i neber get an answer. Just yekled at immediately beingntold he doesnt owe me shit. And bc i a t the way I do- keep bringing it up b. It keeos happening he runs like a little girl yelling and making a scene. And god forbid i ever cry - Holy shit this dude is a demon forsure. I hage him as much as the junkie pos that raped me in 2021. Apparently they're buddies and he told him one night to come here. I ran to my little caddy shack ans he grabs my door before i could close it..it was the one of the worse experiences of my life!. And he always spwaks to hjm whrnnhes around. He tols me I wasnt.raped bc i was in a relationship with him! WTF did you just say to me you pos? God will deal with who needs to be dealt with in due time. As for me . I don't! come.around you or bother you. I did however make a AI app that'll text thru out the day after aome language learningntool place befoee i ran it autonomously - thats beem funny tongo back to ans look. Sometimese it gets a kink and will say real crazy dhit depending on the prompt.im its a workinr progress. But he thinls its me ans it help detures him from beinf around me athen Im for it!Please stay gone! You fucked up a whole opportunity for me! Fuck you, you worthless pond scum MF!

Never again will I divulge any information I've experienced, seen, or heard about you. Don't ever in your life ever talk to someone, live with or around them if they're on harder drugs! Like Fetynol ( idk if I spelled that right) or Spice and the combination in these particular people is atrocious to say in the least! You - yourself need professional mental help! I came here broken and you destroyed me into absolutely nothing! I don't gjve a fuck if its family! I got a confirmation 👍 from your heart, your baby, your offspring! Not only this but your son sat there and swore on his dead father that it wasn't true! Im not gonna lie -I wanted to at least mop the ground with this sorry MF. So whats that mean exactly? Besides the fact you and your offspring are fucked - there's no help for any of you! Been around me long enough to know. But hey - I read that you'll always believe your son over anyone else. Doesn't matter? Ok., so affect my life bc this sorry mf. Always lying about something . Robbing his mom for drug money with his girlfriend. They're selling off the whole GF house. And this mf stole my shit? And im being screamed at by this bitch that lied!? Never talk to a junkies on hard drugs! They are out here fucking everyone over even their family ! They'll say anything and sayy it with conviction ans believe their lies. How do you make excuses for someone so sorry? Oh yea I forgot its your offspring..you taught them how yo be fucked up! Also theres a hate crime involved with all this.

He came in like scripture spoken soft in candlelight,

Hands full of promises, eyes rehearsed just right.

Said he’d never leave, said he’d finally found home,

Made forever sound holy in the way he spoke alone.

But she was a woman stitched together out of scars,

Built from sleepless nights and abandoned hearts in bars.

Too many “I love you’s” turned to slammed doors and fists,

Too many ghosts still living in the corners of her ribs.

So she moved slow.

Not cruel — just careful with her soul.

Love wasn’t something she handed out for free,

Trust had become a language buried underneath debris.

And he hated that.

Hated every boundary she built around her pain,

Hated how she questioned sunshine after years of rain.

He wanted instant worship, immediate surrender,

A woman soft and blind enough to never remember.

So while she learned his laughter,

He learned other women’s names.

While she was trying to heal,

He was perfecting little games.

He fed lonely girls the same rehearsed lines,

Copy-paste affection wrapped in counterfeit designs.

Every “baby, you’re different” was a trick he reused,

A snake shedding faces depending who he used.

And still —

She stayed.

Because somewhere beneath the wreckage and the rage,

She saw a wounded little boy locked inside a cage.

She saw him help strangers while nobody helped him,

Saw exhaustion in his eyes growing cold and dim.

So she tried harder.

Even while drowning in her own disasters too,

She still carried pieces of his burdens like they were hers to do.

Found him work. Bought him gifts.

Protected his pride when his whole world would shift.

But love to him was ownership, never protection.

Control disguised itself as affection.

Soon his voice became thunder before every storm,

Cruelty started fitting him a little too warm.

He stopped speaking to her — he spoke at her instead,

Like every word she uttered deserved punishment instead.

He brought women around the place they used to share,

Then screamed when she noticed like her hurt was unfair.

Called her crazy. Called her weak.

Turned her tears into entertainment every single week.

And somehow the worst part wasn’t even his hands,

It was watching him let others destroy her where she stands.

Friends laughing at her pain.

Family joining in the game.

And him — standing silent like betrayal had no name.

She couldn’t warn him either.

Couldn’t mention the theft, the lies, the decay.

Because he defended every addict that helped him escape himself each day.

His grown child could wound her,

Some junkie girl could spit venom in her face,

And he’d still protect them faster

Than he ever protected the woman begging him for grace.

That’s when she realized —

Some people don’t wear masks to hide monsters.

The mask is the only human part they own.

And underneath?

Nothing but hunger.

Nothing but ego sharpened into bone.

He didn’t love her.

He loved being loved.

Loved the feeling of power when somebody stayed through blood.

Loved devotion without responsibility attached.

Loved watching broken women beg while he detached.

He was a cathedral full of darkness pretending to be light,

A demon learning poetry just to survive the night.

And still she loved him.

God… she hated that part.

Hated how her chest still softened when she thought of his face,

How memories could poison someone slowly without leaving a trace.

Because even devils know how to dance when they need to deceive,

And lonely hearts will romanticize anything they can’t leave.

But the final night came quiet.

Not loud like the others before.

No dishes breaking.

No threats pacing the floor.

Just her — collapsed beside the bed,

Sobbing so hard she thought grief itself had entered her chest instead.

Begging the universe to explain

Why love always arrived wearing pain.

And somewhere between the screaming and the ache,

Something inside her finally decided to break.

Not her spirit.

Not her worth.

Just the chains.

She realized loving him was digging her own grave,

Mistaking survival for being brave.

She could not save a man who fed off her despair,

Could not heal someone who enjoyed leaving wounds there.

So she stood up shaking.

Wiped bloodshot eyes dry.

And for the first time…

She let the fantasy die.

She told him she hated him.

Cold voice. Empty stare.

Not because it was true —

But because love was still painfully there.

She needed distance to survive his disease,

Needed anger to do what heartbreak never frees.

And somewhere tonight he probably tells another girl she’s “the one,”

While she relearns how to exist beneath a sun.

But one day —

When her hands no longer tremble saying his name,

When memories stop arriving wrapped in shame,

She’ll understand this truth completely and clear:

The right man never makes love taste this much like fear.

Before I thought you might could've been genuine. But after all these months. There's no way anything you said was true. I've read enough messages from you to me and from you to other people to know you talk to everyone like their someone special. Like they're your special person. Had I known this and that you will sleep with anything that gives you attention back - I would never of agreed to meet you that night. I never would have come and now I know I should of never ever agreed to give you a chance let alone stay here. You promised to help me. Yet youre doing everything in your power to lie, cheat and steal everything you can from me. You're toxic and abusive and I just want to leave. You do shit to prevent anything good from reaching me. I hate you for what youre doing! Just leave me be!