INSANE DOUCHE

My douche is probably one of the worst douches on earth.

I met him through a mutual friend, and the three of us would hang out daily for about 6 months. Then suddenly, I found myself attracted to him, which I found odd because he isn't the type I usually go for. He was into me too, and we started dating and immediately hooking up. It was very fun at first, and our sexual chemistry was out of this world.

Due to circumstances, I had to move out of California. I was extremely sad to leave him because we'd grown pretty close. So I moved away, we kept in touch but not great touch, and then I was able to return to Californa after 3 months. We were planning on meeting up the very day I returned.. but when I got there, he pulled the disappearing act. No answering phone calls, texts, nothing.

I was devastated at first and was unsure what went wrong. Then, out of nowhere, he contacts me again. I could by looking in his eyes that he wasn't the same person he was before I left.As the relationship progressed, things became progressively worse. He was extremely jealous over EVERYONE, especially my guy friends. Then I heard from a mutual friend that he hooked up with my best friend when I was gone. I was so upset, I stayed in a hotel for 3 days and wouldn't come out (I lived with my best friend). To this day, I don't know if it was true, and I honestly do not care one bit now.

I forgave him after that. Stupid me. Things went downhill fast after we got back together. He became extremely jealous if I even spoke to another guy, and he would flip out, making a scene every time. He accused me of sleeping with every single guy that I know. He accused me of having orgies with all of my friends. And when I would sniffle, he would accuse me of doing drugs, when I actually was sniffling because I had allergies. He even said I sold my body for crystal meth. Where that came from, I have no idea. I never tried hard drugs. He would accuse me of poking holes in condums, thinking I wanted so badly to have his baby, which is so far from the truth. He would not use my condums because he thought they were a trap or something crazy like that. 

One time, we were sitting on my back porch, just talking, and out of nowhere.. he gets up, hops over the fence, and runs away. I didn't hear from him for days after that.

Another time, I was in the shower, and apparently he walks into my best friends room, rips all her photos off her bedroom wall, and just looks at her and laughs. She decided not to tell me this until after I broke up with him, for some reason. But she said she was terrified of him ever since.

We would fight so bad that I would be afraid for my life. He would drive extremely fast after picking arguments with me in the car, and he would drive recklessly. And one time, out of nowhere, I was driving my car with him in the passenger seat, and he opens the door and jumps out.. of my moving car! I turn around to pick him up, and I see him running as fast as he could. It was awful. 

Also, I was hospitalized for an asthma attack while I was still with him. His mother happened to be in the hospital at the same time as me. I ended up leaving the state again, and his mother remained in the hospital after I left. I saw on his Myspace (he started writing crazy updates) that he thinks I murdered his mother (she ended up dying a month after I left the state again). She died of cancer, but he was convinced I murdered her because I was in the hospital at the same time as her.

Here's the worst part. My best guy friend was staying in my apartment for a while. I had just broken up with the douche, and he was driving by my apartment every couple hours. I was afraid to turn the lights on in my apartment in fear that he would know I was home. I would hide my car too. So my friend and I pull into my apartment and pull into my normal parking spot this time, and I see his car turn into the alley behind me. I ask my friend "Should we get out of the car, or just keep driving?" And my friend says "Let's just get out. What's he going to do?". So we get out and try to make it to the door to get inside, and douche speeds up as fast as he can, jumps out of the car, and begins to beat the living crap out of my good friend, yelling "You're talking shit about my mom!!".. Where that came from, I have no idea. I try to get him off my friend, and he pushes me on the ground. I had an ugly bruise on my leg after that. I end up calling the cops, and he gets into his car and speeds away. Unfortunately, my friend decided not to press charges, only to regret it later. He left the apartment before the cops even showed up. He beat him up for no reason at all! I've never been so upset and afraid in my life. After that, he would stalk my friend at his job, and he needed security to walk him out into the parking lots at night. I put in for a restraining order, but I left the state before it could go through.

I ended up moving out of my apartment because my roommate and best friend stole money from me, causing us to lose our apartment. I moved in with a guy friend, who told me if Douche finds out where I am staying, I am out. I decide the best thing to do would be to once again leave the state, and I haven't returned since. 

Right after I moved out of my apartment, my old landlord called me up and said "Tell your ex boyfriend that you don't live here anymore! He was trying to break into your old apartment through the roof! When I told him you don't live here anymore, he tried to swing at me!". It was a terrifying thing to hear.

He would text me and apologize, saying he loved me, leaving chocolates on my front steps (before I moved out). He even left me an iPhone, which I texted back saying I didn't want. So apparently he went back to get the phone and it was gone. He was convinced I gave it to my friend that he beat up, and that's when he started stalking him.

There's many other horrible things the psycho did. Everything I wrote here is just a portion. He was just a terrifying human being. He would randomly laugh out of nowhere, with the evil laugh. And his cough was so loud and obnoxious, probably because he smoked weed 24/7. 

After I left, I didn't hear from him for about a year, but I would look at his MySpace account where he updated his statuses hourly saying the craziest things. He would write stuff about me murdering his mother, the cops being out to get him, and he was convinced famous rock bands stole his ideas. I am positive he went absolutely crazy. 

Anyways, one day I login to check my MySpace (this is after MySpace died out, but he used that and not facebook for some reason) and I had a message from him saying "Did you leave the state because I got you pregnant and you have my baby? Tell me the truth." I immediately deleted and blocked him. Luckily I stopped hearing from him about a month after I left California again.

One time, not too long ago, I googled my name, and on the third page of results, I see a link to his MySpace page and a status update he wrote about me. "Jane Smith (not my real name) sold her body for meth to my good friend Dan (fake name)".. Or something along those lines. I contacted google and had it removed, but it was not an easy process.

I still have nightmares to this day about him, his crazy laugh, and everything he did. When we were just friends, he was a normal guy and everyone liked him. But for some reason, he snapped and went absolutely nuts, completely out of nowhere. He has no friends now because everyone is terrified of him. I guess he went to jail for assault and battery shortly after I left too. I was so upset to hear he was soon released from jail. I really think he is a dangerous human being. He is the one person in the world I can honestly say I hate. I am so thankful I am back on the east coast, and he is in California. Sometimes I fear him traveling cross country and tracking me down.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention, apparently the whole time he was smoking crystal meth, and that's why he accused me of doing it. What a douche!