My time to shine!!!
I dated a woman for 3 years. Let’s call her Demanda. We lived together. Grew apart. I thought the breakup went fairly smoothly. I agreed to pay for the apartment for the remainder of the lease (about a month and a half), and I went to stay with my band mates.
I came back a few days later to grab some of my things and the whole apartment was wrecked. She ripped all of the pages out of my text books, burned them in a trash can, and scattered the ashes all over the couch. All of my DVDs were shattered and placed neatly back inside their cases and on the shelf. She wrote vulgarities all over my paintings, slashed them, emptied my paint tubes on the floor, and cut the bristles off of my brushes. She cut the strings on my friend’s guitar and scratched “cheater, liar, pussy, dick” on the body. I didn’t cheat or lie. The others are up for debate. She took a hammer to my gaming PC, the fat grey gameboy I’ve had since I was 8, my NES and SNES, all of my toys, some flower pots that once housed some really nice shrubberies, and both of my cameras. My comic book collection was ripped to shreds. My clothes were cut into ribbons. My N64 and Wii and all of the games were missing (likely pawned). She smashed my glass desk.
The cats went unfed, and she left a turd in the toilet.
The cops came and told me that there was nothing they could do for me. Because we had lived together for so long, they were her things too and she was certainly allowed to destroy her own property. The landlord was next. He changed the locks and struck her name off of the lease. All of her things were already moved out, so we both assumed she wasn’t coming back.
My brother came over the next day to help me move the rest of my things. Bed, furniture, washer/drier, etc. We were nearly done when Demanda shows back up screaming obscenities. She put a few dents in my brother’s truck while telling him how much of a cunt my mother is for not aborting us. Then, she tried to get inside to get some more of her things (nothing she owned was in there anymore) and further lost it when her key didn’t work. She punched me in the face and started hitting me with her incredibly dense purse.
My brother called the cops and let her know that they were on the way. Cops arrived, she was gone. Their immediate reaction to the domestic dispute call was that I was the bad guy, so I ended up in cuffs while they looked for Demanda. After they realized that my eye was swollen shut and Demanda was nowhere to be seen, they started listening to my brother and I. He showed them the dents in his truck. I showed them my still wrecked apartment. One of them got a good laugh out of the situation. They took pictures and a statement and left. I sported a black eye at work and class for the next week or so.
Fastforward a couple of weeks later. It’s the last day of my lease. I’m sleeping on a mat on the floor. The only things left in my apartment are a few lamps, a TV, a microwave, a backpack full of some clothes a bought over the last few weeks, and my cats. It’s 2 in the morning when I start getting drunken texts from Demanda. “I love you.” “Let’s get back together.” The usual. I ignore all of them and try to get some sleep. At 3, I get a knock on the door. “Hey, open up. This is my apartment too.” I tell her to fuck off. Then I hear a much, much deeper voice. “Open the fucking door or I’ll kick it in.” Before I get a chance to respond, the dude is already trying to kick in my door. I grab my backpack and jet out the back. I called the cops as I left, but I didn’t stick around to see what happened.
When I return the next day, there’s a few giant footprints in the front door (it’s one of those big steel ones), and the doorframe is broken. She has smashed all of my lamps and the TV, pissed on my pillow and mat, dumped all of my food out on the floor, spread kitty litter throughout the apartment, and smeared cat shit on the walls. She also let out or stole all of the cats.
I got a call from her mother a few days later pleading with me to not press charges. I told her it was out of my hands. The cops had taken pictures and Demanda was going to be arrested and charged whether or not I wanted it to happen. I did. Last I heard, she spent a month in jail, paid a $5000 fine, and had to sit through anger management classes for 6 months.
He believed he was a vampire. I began seeing him as having a not terribly strong grip on reality.
When we split, he told our mutual friends I was some sort of paedophile. But no one actually bothered to tell me what he was claiming I was for some months later until the damage was done.
Its a strange pain to be demonized by people who won’t tell you what their problem is.