I Knew My Ex-Mistress Would Lose Her Mind When We Broke Up, But I Had No Idea She Was Capable Of This

But alas, I couldn’t fight it off. Have you ever been fucked by an insane person? If you have, you probably have a pretty good idea of why I couldn’t shake the sick young woman with the auburn hair and toned legs.

Tarah told me almost nothing about herself and I didn’t mind. I didn’t even know what town she lived in or what particular cider stand she worked at. All I knew was she was 25, bared a slight resemblance to my soon to be ex-wife when she was in her prime and she was okay with having regular sex with me in the back seats of luxury cars. That was good enough for me.

Then the texts from Tarah started. I wondered if the girl ever slept because I would shut my phone off before bed and wake up to texts from her at 11 p.m., 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m. and 6 a.m.

The texts usually started out sweet earlier in the night, then sexy, then angry, then violent and finally, suicidal. It was a fucking roller coaster riding through a burning fire of insane emotions.

I went along with the texts at first. Tried to console, or counsel Tarah, but I eventually started to give up. Things were getting a little too crazy. The suicidal texts were too much. I tried to convince Tarah to go to therapy and started to get scared she would pull something insane and I would get embroiled in something that would take me down with her and have Becca find out about what was happening between the two of us.

I cut if off. Abruptly. I called Tarah and told her that I couldn’t see her anymore. I told her I was getting back together with my wife, for Becca’s sake (both half-truths).

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