Hello everyone. I have decided to write a “short” story about my relationship during some of 2016 and most of 2017. But mostly about what happened this past year in 2018, months after the relationship.

There will be a lot of detail, but I don’t care. Some of this needs to be detailed. I need to fully describe how I was treated with such toxicity. I almost feel like I need to do this as proof against any bullshit accusations that may come up in the future. There is another VERY important reason why I’ve decided to do this. I will bring up what that reason is at the end of this writing. Most of this writing will prove all the lies and bullshit publicly said about me, wrong.

Okay. I will refer to my past partner as M.

M and I ended up parting ways in october/november of 2017. It ended up being a mutual break up. Both of us weren’t good at having healthy communication when small issues would come up in our lives, and so much more, but thats not the main focus. Anyways, we ended our relationship mutually. If i recall correctly, we’d still speak every now and then, but not much. I think I was blocked for a short while.

Some time went by, and we started speaking again. pretty platonic I’d say. I found out she was starting to talk with this other dude, because she had told me. It bummed me out a little, but I didn’t think much of it. After a little while, she’d be having some problems with him, and then they eventually called it quits on “talking” to each other.

Time went by, and eventually, we ended up planning a trip for me to come visit her in richmond. Conversation was really good, and I was starting to get in my feels, and I wanted to let M know how i felt about her. So, I decided to write a letter. It took me hours and hours. I poured my heart into that letter. To summarize, that letter talked about how i wanted to change and be a more understanding person, handle problems in a healthy manner, treat her with the respect and love i believed she deserved (at the time), how I vowed to do things right this time, stuff like that. Each day leading up to my visit, id get very anxious and go back and forth from deciding if i wanted to give it to her, or not read the letter to her at all.

2 days before I go up to Richmond to visit her, she tells me on the phone that she reached out to that last dude again, “because she couldn’t handle herself”. She’d tell me these toxic things he’d say to her, and also how mentally unstable he was and shit, so i didn’t understand why she was trying to get back to “talking” with him,  or even associating with him much at all. Right after she told me this, i sorta froze on the phone. She asked if I was okay, and I said yes, but that I had to tell her something. I was about to pour my heart out to her at that very moment. But when she asked what I had to say, I replied saying that I would tell her when I get there. I didn’t want to potentially risk me being able to visit her. She kept asking me what I needed to say, but I pushed it off.

Anyways, I get to Richmond, and I hadn’t seen her in MONTHS. By this time it was a few months into 2018 I believe.  It was really weird finally seeing her again. I got their sorta late at night, so we just watched TV for a lil, then went upstairs to chill in her room. I just sat down at her desk while she was sitting in her bed. We had planned for me to sleep in the guest room during my entire week long visit. I also wanted things to be platonic. My initial plan was to have a fun, platonic visit, and if everything went well, I’d consider reading the letter to her on the last day of my visit. I didn’t want to rush ANYTHING. One thing she had brought up shortly after I got there was that she decided to cut off everything with that dude she had brought up 2 days prior. So anyways, we’re just hanging out, and she says, “you know you can chill on the bed haha”. So i chuckled and got up on the bed. we ended up laying down after a few minutes. Then slowly it became cuddling, which led to more and more. Ultimately leading to us having nonstop sex LITERALLY all night until the sun came up the next morning. We didn’t even go to sleep, we just went to grab breakfast.

The rest of the trip was amazing. It felt like were together again. We were really cuddly, we were just very intimate and having a great time the whole week. There were a couple times during the trip when we’d be cuddling, and she’d stop and ask me about what I needed to tell her. One important thing to note is that while she was asking me to tell her whats up, we were cuddling at the moment, and she was staring into my eyes and smiling. She knew EXACTLY what i wanted to say and what was on my mind. She wanted me to say it, because the truth was that she wanted to be with me again.

A few days into the trip, we were just cuddling when she once again asked me to tell her what i wanted to say. I finally decided to have the courage to say what I felt. I told her I wrote her a letter, and her face went blank. Thats where it all went downhill. She asked if she could just read the letter, but I told her I’d rather read it out loud to her. So i did. I explained all that stuff about how i felt about her and how i wanted to treat her right.

At the end of the letter, I expected her to be happy and appreciative of the letter. Instead, it was the complete opposite. Instead, she got really upset and started saying that I wrote the letter with intentions on getting back with her, and that was trying to “manipulate” her into liking me again. She said i had sex with her and tried to manipulate her into liking me again that way. She kept on putting emphasis on “manipulating”.

You know what fucking sucks? That was literally the last thing I’d think of even doing. I just wrote a letter for hours pouring my heart and feelings out, and planned to read it to her after a fully PLATONIC week long visit. Instead, we end up being super romantic and also have a lot of sexual relations while I’m there, the COMPLETE OPPOSITE of what I ever thought was gonna happen. So when I finally go to read the letter, she made it out to seem like I was intentionally manipulating her the entire time.

I ended up breaking down crying right there in her bed. I couldn’t believe that she was actually reacting like that. It got to the point where she was even holding onto me to calm me down and try to get me to relax and breathe easy. I tried explaining to her everything I just stated above, but she just argued against it. At one point, she even admitted that she knew what I was going to tell her, she just didn’t think i was going to write a letter. But the fact that she KNEW what i was going to tell her already, and the fact that she was holding me close with a big smile on her face and continuously asking me to tell her whats on my mind, PROVES that I wasn’t manipulating her. She knew what i was gonna say, and she wanted me to say it, because she liked me. But once i brought out the letter, I turned into a “manipulator”, as if i planned to brainwash her and as if I already knew how romantic and sexual things were gonna be during my visit. I wasn’t aware of any of that. I poured my heart out because I was given the obvious signs to do so, then I end up being called an “abusive manipulator”.

The rest of the trip was pretty awkward. I ended up staying the rest of the time, but it just didn’t feel right. Things were platonic the rest of the trip after that incident happened. She promised that we’d still talk very often.

Just a few days after my visit, and we had barely talked. I finally got the chance to talk to her on the phone like days and days after my visit. I don’t remember clearly how we got into the subject, but I ended up saying how I wish I could surprise visit her sometime. Then I told her that i thought we were gonna talk more often like we had planned to. That’s when she got really defensive out of nowhere, and started to tell me that she’s talking to another guy and had been for a while and said things were getting serious. (whats funny is that she was talking to a different dude before my visit, and then switches off to another dude who she was texting during my visit and during the shit we were doing physically, while making it seem like she liked me, accused me of manipulation, and then proceeded to tell me that things were getting “serious” with this new guy about 3 or 4 days after my visit). I ended up getting super upset, and she ended up hanging up on me.

I was in a very bad mental state at this point from everything that had just happened during my recent visit. I kept calling and she wouldn’t answer, and I started freaking out. I told her I was going to take my life. I was at work on a night shift near uptown at the time, so when I told her that, she didn’t know what to do other than to tell one of my friends that I said Im going to kill myself. she didn’t want to be a part of it, so she just told my friend. Not long after all of that, she ended up blocking me. This is when my depression really started. It was March 18th, 2018.

A few month went by. I was at a very low point in my life. i was trying my best to better myself and become more content with myself. I even started a strict diet, I took more time to think about myself and the future, rather than what already happened in the past.

She ended up unblocking me months later, and we ended up speaking to each other again. At the time, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  This was the second week of June. during our first phone call after not speaking for a few months. We ended up talking for a long ass time, she ended up venting to me about how that last dude she was with ended up fucking her over bad, and all this other shit. We talked for hours and hours. At the end of the call, she said she was glad we spoke again, and she believed that we just needed some time away from each other, but she stated that she felt like things could be okay between us now that things calmed down and shit. We were looking forward to being in each others lives again. That phone call got me so excited, and got me in my feels all over again. I started to think about her a lot. I guess deep down, a small part of me i never let go of still liked her.

Literally the NEXT DAY, on June 15, 2018, she called me and told me that she just had a weird feeling about all of this, and changed her mind about everything she said the day before about us having a healthy friendship and being a part of each other’s lives again. She literally said, “so i know yesterday i said i wanted to be friends and talk more, but…..(not really)” and proceeds to tell me she didn’t really mean all of that. I was at a loss for words. All i could say is that I “understood”. She hung up and deleted me once again on all social media and phone. So just like she came back and talked to me, she was gone the next day, just like that. I went crazy after that phone call. I immediately started freaking out. Within a few minutes , I posted a clip to my IG, of my death’s song. I posted the clip, and proceeded to attempt to take my life right afterwards. I will not go into detail of how I went about it. I will say, that it was the lowest point of my life. I absolutely had no care in the world, and I had never felt so unwanted and so unloved in my entire life.

Now, please note how fucking toxic the treatment i was receiving was. We stop dating and talking, then we talk again, then she leads me on when I come to visit, accuses me of trying to manipulate her when I very obviously did not, claims she’s serious with another guy and blocks me out of her life, unblocks me again later, talks to me for hours and vents about how that dude fucked her over, then literally the very next day pulls the ” i don’t feel right about this” card and leaves me hanging again. If that isn’t TOXIC treatment, THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS. She was using me when she wanted to be entertained, or feel cared about for a moment. But when she was over it, she just dropped me again, each time. 

After the most real suicide attempt I had ever experienced, I went ghost. I didn’t use social media, I barely talked to anyone, only people i had to come in contact with. I barely even touched my phone. I had it off a lot of the time. 2 people reached out to me like days and weeks later, but I never replied. later on a felt bad about it, but I really don’t feel bad when I think about it, because that wasn’t my priority with the way I felt. I didn’t even want to be alive, why worry about returning a call?

A solid month and a few days went by where I didn’t use any social media or talk to anyone, really. On July 26th, I made a post on my IG explaining in full detail about what had happened to me that year so far. Losing a loved one, and then all these fucking ups and downs i had had so far, and my attempt to take my own life. I talked about how it made me a stronger person in the end. And it really made me acknowledge mental health and depression. I realized how serious it could get. At the end of the day, I made the post the send a positive message/info to others regarding mental health, depression, toxic relationships, and suicide.

Towards the end of July/beginning of August, M reached out to me once again. Like a fool, I decided to talk with her and catch up. She told me how she was worried about me while I was ghost, and how she read the post I had made regarding what happened to me, and that she was very proud that I was able to get through that shit. She seemed to have good intentions when speaking to me, So I fell for it. She also told me she was in a relationship with some other dude, but also that she was polyamorous now all of a sudden and she’s open to more than 1 partner. Sorta random, and I thought it was kinda dumb how that changed for her overnight. Whatever though, I didn’t question it. 

A short while goes by, and like a dumbass, I decided to take a trip to go visit her again. I don’t even know why. We were having really good conversation, so why not. She let her partner know I was coming to visit her, and he made it seem like he didn’t mind. 

Well, I go to visit. It’s the beginning of August. And of course things get intimate again. But this time, very intimate. Im talking cuddling/intimate sex all week, holding hands, all that shit. Hell, we literally took photos were her camera of us cuddling naked in her bed. We took a bunch of photos. One thing regarding holding hands: the first time I went to hold her hand in the car, she looked at me and said “don’t get mad at me for this” and grabbed my hand. So she said that as if she was only holding my hand because I wanted to hold hands. But a very important note is that she went to grab my hand to hold it first MULTIPLE times during that visit after that first instance. She went out of her way to hold my hand, because SHE WANTED TO. 

PICTURE TIME. This is where pictures and screenshots from our texts comes in. To  prove each and every last thing I say. I wish I had every text saved since we broke up in 2017, but I don’t. Luckily, i still found the pics/texts in our old text message thread from this last time i saw her/ spoke to her. 

The following are some of the pics that were taken with her phone in AUGUST 2018 while she was with her partner in an “open relationship”.  These were taken during my last visit there. These pictures right here prove my point about how she’d lead me on over and over, without even realizing it, it seemed like.  One VERY important thing to know is that right after these pictures were taken, we were laying there cuddling when she said, ” You’re probably the only person I feel comfortable taking these pictures with.”

 

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One way to easily prove that these were taken during our last visit in August 2018, after months of on and off bullshit since November of 2017, are the tattoos we had at the time. If anyone knows the both of us, they may notice that both of us a head tattoos in these pictures, along with a few more. Neither of us had head tattoos back when we were dating. I didn’t have the ones pictured on the back of my head, and she didn’t have the tattoos on the sides of hers. Months had gone by after we dated before either of us got those tattoos. I just want to prove a point that these aren’t just some old pictures from when we were together. These were pictures that we took, even after all the BS she had already put me through (showing interest in me, blocking me, coming back,doing the same thing again, etc.). There is no way in HELL that is healthy. She knew that in the back of my head, there were some feelings there.

One thing i completely forgot to mention, was that she texting me first like every day for about 2 weeks prior to this final visit. One night, she was drinking at this one concert and was texting me. She asked me out of nowhere, “are there any sorta feelings there?” That shocked me when she had asked. I replied saying there were feelings somewhat there, but they were in the back of my mind. After all the BS she had done to me so far, I wasn’t just gonna say yes. I knew she wanted me to say I did. She told me she asked because she was just curious, and that she decided to ask me then because drinking helped her ask me about whats been on her mind. I guess the drinking made her less anxious. I really wish I had the screenshots of these specific texts, but my phone only stored our conversation as early as my 2nd to last visit.

We had a really good time during my week long visit. Once again, we acted almost as if we were dating. Intimacy, all that shit. We also talked about what had happened in the past months. We talked about the letter I had written her months back, and that whole ordeal in general. We ended up talking things through. I was able to get my point across regarding the “manipulation” thing. I explained everything in a normal tone, like my reasoning behind writing the letter in the first place, me not knowing how the trip was going to play out, the way she was giving me signs to tell her how I felt, etc. She seemed to understand me, and “forgave” me. In the end, we both said sorry for acting certain ways during some of the visits we had in 2018. We talked things through in a healthy manner, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

The rest of that week was fine, If I recall. When I got back from Richmond, I found out her partner was upset that I visited. Apparently she had told him that we made up, and he said a petty remark. Below, I actually have the exact screenshot she sent me of her message thread with her partner at the time, regarding how her and I were intimate and how we made up.

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A lot of key words/sentances in her text are *** intimacy, 100% CONSENSUAL, mutual respect, “validated my feeling”, etc. *** This is VERY VERY VERY important to remember when you take into consideration my main reason for writing all of this (which i will state at the end).

After what she told him, he replied saying ” yeah i figured as much”.

This led to them having arguments, distancing themselves from each other, and eventually led to him breaking up with her. Apparently, he was never really cool with the whole Polyamory thing she was going for. He just really liked her when they first started talking so he wanted to try it out so he had a chance with her, but knew that wasn’t who he was. And he wasn’t actually ever cool with me visiting. He told her that he knew problems would happen when “her ex came back into her life”. So yeah, he ended up breaking up with her shortly after that specific visit there.

She was very upset. And I felt really bad, because I felt like I had started an issue between them. But she kept reassuring me that it wasn’t my fault. I will give it to her, the points she made were very valid. She was open and transparent with him before my visit, and he lied and acted like he wouldn’t mind me visiting. He lied about being down with Polyamory just to have a chance with her, and then gave her shit after my visit. So that’s why i felt bad, even though she kept reassuring me that I wasn’t at fault at all.

Anyways, her and I keep talking for a while afterwards. Communication was good, steady. I made sure to be someone she could reach out to, because i know she wasn’t feeling to well.

We made plans for me to come up again a like a week and a half after my previous visit. It was August 17 when I arrived in Richmond. Keep in mind, this was almost a YEAR after we ended our relationship. My visit went really well. Prior to me coming up to visit, she had stated that she wanted things to be platonic. She’d actually say that at the end of most of my visits, after days of acting like we were dating. So it definitely made my mind go back and forth between if she liked me, or if I was just being used for her pleasure/entertainment (VERY toxic). Well, of course things get intimate again between us that whole week. We acted like we were dating. All that lovey dovey shit all over again. 

The trip was going great so far. Here are some screenshots from my archive of story posts to prove that I was there around that time, and that things were going great. Heres also a screenshot of texts we had sent to each other while we were right next to each other.

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August 20th will always be a date I remember. We had started dating on August 20th, 2016. So when I woke up in her bed with her by my side on the 20th, I couldn’t help but think about that. After all the shit that had happened that past year, all the times i thought I would never see her or speak to her again, all the times she had left me hanging, what were actually the odds that I would be waking up right next to her on what would’ve been our 2-year anniversary? I had been thinking about that for days prior. I had this feeling  she was aware that I was gonna be with her on the 20th. It seemed like she already knew that. And it was weird because she wasn’t talking to anyone or dating anyone during this last visit. So i just had this weird feeling in the back of my head prior to me coming up. So while we were laying there, I said, “you know whats kinda crazy? I’m laying right here with you on what would’ve been our 2 year anniversary.” She kinda gave me this look. I could tell she was kinda surprised. Thats when I realized that she had’t thought about that at all.

We sorta brushed that off any went on with the day. I did my best to keep that out of my mind and just enjoy my visit with her. Things were going okay. Below is a pic i found from my story when we were taking a nap around lunch time that day. She was resting on my lap while I scratched the back of her head. That was her favorite thing.

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After a lil while, she woke up, and we were just laying there on the couch. This is when she said “hey, i just wanted to let you know that I still want things to be platonic between us.” When she said that, a wave of anxiety hit me like a brick. I guess in my face it looked like I was disappointed. She asked what was wrong. I decided to be honest with her and not hide anything. I brought up that I had this weird feeling coming up this time because we were gonna be together on what would’ve been our anniversary, and the fact that I knew she wasn’t currently talking to anyone else. Nothing I said was meant to be manipulative, yet of course, thats how she took it. She thought that I was trying to win her over again based on those circumstances. She got really upset with me, and wouldn’t hear me out. I ended up leaving the house and taking a walk around the block to clear my head since I was so upset. I got back and she was laying there on the couch. I went up to her room and after a minute, I texted her this:

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We ended up talking things through eventually. The last thing I wanted to do was have a bad rest of my day there (it was my last day there). I just wanted us to have a good time. After being able to get my point across and hear both sides, things calmed down. We had a decent rest of the night. My uber was gonna pick me up and take me to the bus station that night around 1AM. We ended up just cuddling and talking with each other up until it was time for me to go. I gave her a million kisses goodbye. It was so hard for me to leave her. I remember shedding a few tears. I didn’t want to leave, especially after all that happened during that particular trip, but I had to. She had PROMISED Things seemed to be okay between us. Here are some texts I sent her when I was headed back to Charlotte that night.

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Everything seemed okay I was content with our current situation. But things changed fast, like night and day. She got very distant after my visit almost immediately. She had promised that we would speak every day, but instead, she would barely talk to me, she’d reply to like 2 texts then stop for the rest of the day. Sometimes, she would even text me just to tell me how stoned she was, then not reply anymore for the day after that. One thing I noticed was that she was feeling pretty down mentally. She had made a post on her story regarding that, and apologized to the everyone for lacking energy to keep up with convos. I tried my best to support her through all of this. I truly cared about her. This is one of the texts I had sent her trying to be as supportive as I could be:

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Most of the month on September was like this. Very little conversation, leaving me hanging in the middle of talking, etc.

I was very upset and sad. She had PROMISED that we’d talk everyday after I had left, and instead, we barely would talk at all. I was extremely anxious because I wanted to say something about it, but I was afraid that If i said something about that, She would just get mad at me and drop me out of her life again. So thats why i kept quiet for weeks regarding the circumstances that month.

On October 4th, she had texted me after not replying during our last convo. This was her text:

That’s right. I believe during my second to last visit, she gave me a handful of polaroids, all containing nudity. She originally took them for this one dude she dated while I was blocked the first time around, but then never gave them to him because they broke up. So when I was there, she offered all of them to me. I asked if she was sure, she said yes.

Now, the moment she said she was trying to build a portfolio, I knew she was lying. She had told me earlier that she took all of those pics with her phone, and had a printer that can print any pic as a physical polaroid. So I knew that she wanted me to send them back because she didn’t want me to have them anymore, not because of some fucking “portfolio”, since she could very easily reprint them. I could easily tell she was lying and acting fake nice to get something out of me.

I didn’t reply, and that night, I went outside and burned all the polaroids to nothing. She texted me again 2 days later. This is how the convo went:

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After I said I wasn’t going to text about it, she called me.

She asked what I did with the pictures. I told her I burned them because I had a feeling that she didn’t want me to have them, not because of a BS portfolio. That’s when she was like, “ah okay, well thank you.” She seemed relieved.

At this point, I felt like it was time to say something about how distant we were lately.It was the first time we spoke on the phone in a while. I was super anxious, but I went ahead and said it. She was rushing me to say it because she had a doctors appointment to go to shortly after the call. The moment I said, “So I just thought we were gonna talk more like you had promised…” and thats when she went bat shit crazy. She cut me off and started screaming at me saying, “I DON’T OWE YOU ANYTHING, stop making it seem like I have to always talk to you!” then she spewed out some more bullshit and before I could even say anything about how it made me feel, she hung up on me. And almost instantly, she blocked me on IG and Facebook, and blocked my number.

I sincerely didn’t know what the fuck I did wrong. I still don’t. I was as supportive as I could be. I was promised something, and then that promise was broken. And when i finally had the guts to bring that up just to say that I thought we’d be talking more as promised, i get shut down. This was 100% verbal and mental abuse. The back and forth bullshit, the lies, the toxic tone in her voice, all of it.

I have not spoken to her once since October 2018. I got very depressed for a while. But eventually, after a long ass fucking time, I finally realized how horribly I was treated most of 2018. After venting to friends for hours, I finally decided to listen to what my friends were trying to get me to realize all along ever since the first time she blocked me out of her life. That she was/is a toxic, abusive, mentally unstable person. I treated her with NOTHING but respect and love, and this is how she turned on me.

Okay. So that’s my story. Now I will explain why I even decided to write this in the first place, months after everything ended. This is VERY important.

One of the main reasons why I wrote this, is because she publicly openly lies about me and who I am as a person, to this day. I had a friend that was still following her on IG up until a little while ago. I would find out that every now and then, she’d be saying some BS about me. She’d say things like I’m sexually and verbally abusive, that she was “trapped” in our toxic relationship, and so much more. She has even publicly posted claiming that I’ve raped her multiple times, and has claimed that me having such rough sex with her was the reason she got even more pain in her pelvis/legs.

TMI, but one of the last times we fucked, I clearly remember her telling me “harder, harder!” over and over again. I was literally already going as hard and as fast as I could. So for her to say that bullshit about rape and especially about the pelvis pain and shit, is such complete and utter bullshit. I literally would go to numerous doctors appointments with her, I was up to date with her health because she would tell me EVERYTHING. So to accuse me for the pelvic pain, is just completely ridiculous. I wonder how she feels knowing she’s lying when she types stuff like that.

Another thing that really pisses me off, is that she is FAKE AS FUCK. She ALWAYS is posting about how “wholesome and loving” she is, and constantly posts stuff about “acting like the bigger person and doing the right thing, and not leaving people hanging because its immature.” This infuriates me, because all she does is give off this persona that she’s so genuine and loving, when she, in fact, is very much the opposite. And it sucks, because most people will NEVER know how much of a fake liar she is. They read these posts she makes about all these false accusations of what I have done to her, and they believe it. Most likely because they don’t know me, or didn’t know her in the past. And obviously because they aren’t aware of what she has TRULY done and what she TRULY is like.

It’s sorta sad that she goes as low as to accuse me of RAPE. i mean, just look at all the stuff that happened between us this past year. Look at everything she did to me. Blocks me, comes back, leads me on, says we’re platonic, leads me on again, platonic again, blocks me again, comes back, blocks me again, etc… like a fucking cycle. She did nothing but mentally and verbally abuse me. Hell, we probably fucked more times after we dated than while we were actually dating. She 100% was a factor in my depression and the reason for my suicide attempt, and only made it worse and worse when i was at my lowest point. She did nothing but treat me with toxicity and fake love.

The fact that she’ll act so loving towards me, then turn around and act the complete opposite, just shocks me.The fact that she’ll take pictures cuddling naked with me, tell me I’m the only person she’s comfortable taking those kind of pictures with, and then publicly accuses me of RAPE multiple times, just amazes me. How can someone be so fucking fake? How can someone so blantly lie and talk shit behind my back like that?

Just look at the texts and pics in this writing. Look at the way she’d talk to me in a “loving way”. That’s how things truly were. Not the way she’s always made it out to be.

I checked her profile the other day without logging into instagram, and I found out her profile is public. I saw a post she made just the other day. She decided to talk about overcoming depression. And she decided to lie once again, making me look like an abusive rapist that she was trying to “escape from”. Look at this bullshit:

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You can see that she’s clearly lying like no other. “Battling getting out of an abusive relationship”?????? “where i was sexually and emotionally abused”?????? Like get the fuck out of here. She fucking came back to me months after our relationship, led me on, dropped me out of life, like a god damn routine. So the fact that she says she was “battling to get out” very obviously shows how fucking FAKE she is. Hell, the picture of her text to her ex about how her and I had 100% CONSENSUAL INTIMACY is proof against that accusation right fucking there.

So that’s why i wrote this shit. I planned to write this a while ago after i found out she was lying about me publicly. I had posted a story saying I was gonna write what you are now reading. Her “best friend” (M would always talk shit to me about how her friend copies everything she does all the time) saw my post and showed it to M, and M decides to make a long post with a detailed lie about how I’ve raped her multiple times. I can tell that she got worried as fuck. She didn’t wanna get caught in her lies, so instead, she decides to tell everyone very detailed lies about me to make them seem more believable. But at the end of the day, what proof does she have?? Nothing. She just wants to play victim. That’s how she always has been. I am the one with the PROOF against all her bullshit accusations. And to be honest, it’s a complete fucking shame that she could so easily lie about RAPE. I think its horrible when women don’t get justice or don’t get taken seriously when something like rape or abuse ACTUALLY OCCURS. I strongly believe women should come clean about stuff like that. They will always have my support. I show no pity for rapists and abusers alike. So the fact that she’ll so easily play victim and lie about something like rape that is so serious and life changing for other people, just astonishes me. I have all the proof against her accusations. She wouldn’t be able to show or prove that I even acted abusive and all that bullshit. Literally all my texts towards her were as caring and loving as possible. I didn’t want to believe that every now and then, women will possibly lie about getting raped. Because most of them time, they’re telling the truth. But once in a blue moon, one will come along spewing bullshit and lies, trying to make it seem legitimate because of the stigma of all the ACTUAL rape cases and women getting the justice they deserve. They try to take advantage, and unfortunately, sometimes innocent people are punished. I would guess that this rarely happens, but to deny that it never happens, would just be ignorant. I never thought it would happen to me, and it did. Thats why I find myself posting all of this to go against all these bullshit accusations.

Okay. Well that’s my story. I wrote all of this to finally prove all of her accusations to be LIES. But i also wrote this for closure for myself. Writing this makes me just a little bit more at peace, knowing that I have a detailed story with pictures explaining everything she did, and exposing the REAL person she is. I don’t need to explain anymore, I don’t need to worry about it anymore. I am just glad I am finally showing everyone the real her, not what she portrays herself to be.

Sometime, I just wish we could’ve stayed together and worked things out. I mean, we had so fucking much in common and clicked really well in person. But part of me is just thankful that I was able to experience what kind of person she is when you’re not on her “good side”. She DEFINITELY showed me her TRUE colors, the real her.

Fuck this bitch. I’ve got my own life to live.

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