I cannot stand women who are money grabbers!
Nov 5, 2017
I was doing a course way back in 2005 which also involved doing a work placement for a few weeks in July of that year. By chance, I met a girl when I was 19 in some charity shop. She made my life hell thereafter.
On the first day, we were giving tickets by a customer to see Live 8 (the show where Pink Floyd reunited in Edinburgh) and we never went, because of the weather. We went to see a film, and when I hooked up with her at the weekend, she had these younger pals with her who were wild and called me names. Just about every time I went to see her, they were there. It eventually put me off of going out there alone, so sometimes I had my sister go with me. We broke up that summer, after she lied. We didn't even announce we were breaking up either. It just happened.
She lied about her mates being grounded, because when I arrived, they were there again. Same thing commenced. Just a mouthful of cheek ensued.
After I lost my job in 2006, I became fixated on finding her, and I've never really understood why I was so obsessed with someone I knew for like only a month. I was very lonely though, and I don't know where or how to meet women for a proper relationship, and I'm not very good looking either, or witty with others anyway. I ended up paying escorts for intimacy over the years, and I swear, about every 1 in every 50 attempts was 'good fun.' I wasted hundreds of pounds and I find I can't get an erection, so it made me feel like a moron, and even my doctor would not prescribe Viagra, after I was accused of being a woman abuser. Some prostitutes even treated me like trash and that did my mental health zero favors. It got to a point where I was intentionally spending all my cash on other things, just to downplay the idea of blowing another £150 or whatever, on a fruitless bit of adult entertainment.
So anyway: I actually persisted in my pursuit of my first ex for many years. We got back together in 2012 and she announced she was seeing this other guy, and denied all these people I contacted had informed her I was looking for her, but she used to twist her stories around, and make excuses. Even a male support worker I had abused me and pretended he knew her, and sent me emails claiming he dated her, and admitted all of this to me.
She didn't sound like she enjoyed being with this boyfriend of hers anyway. After a week, she bullied me into buying her an iPod, on credit from an Argos store, then split up with me at some point, and wanted us to remain being friends. Some of my benefits abruptly stopped, and I had quite a hard time paying up the iPod. She broke its connection dock (she claims it was someone else) when I was paying it up. She jammed the USB lead in the wrong way. I know she was headstrong that way; I seen her break a USB port on my Xbox 360 once by putting the cable in wrong. Then to surprise her, I got it fixed in a shop and she had sex with me for a few minutes, then made out she was tired.
Apart from that, she treated me like crap for months and never showed me any affection at all. Once, I went along a canal, and she told me to wait around, then went into a friend's house and never appeared. She says she fell asleep. After more on/off garbage, I broke into her Facebook profile once and just got a load of cheek from people that know her. She was talking to me once by phone and sounded like a banshee (a mystical creature that is loud). She threatened me with the police, then after I told her my benefits were reinstated, she had me coming up at hers. Her stepfather made fun of me once because I wear glasses, and he asked me if I was "deaf as well as blind." Other times, when my ex's mother didn't like me pressing the buzzer, he came down to threaten me. Yet whenever my ex was okay with me, they didn't say a thing, but I heard her mother saying to get money out of me. Well, she announced she didn't want to see me again, so I went to her house to see her as her nasty ways disturbed my mindset, and all she did was toss a DVD I gave her out of her window, then said I could pick it up as it's "not broken."
The following year, around my birthday, my ex and I were on talking terms again, and she was okay with me, so she went to the cinema. I then got us a PS3 from the same shop I got the iPod from. However, she was supposed to pay half the cost and we would share it, but I signed the agreement, not her. She demanded to take it home...in my backpack! She did, then bumped me, but gave me my bag back. She then had the nerve to ask me to get her a pizza and go to an area of her choice, near that canal she left me at once. Then I was thinking, I ought to sod that idea, and I never seen her for long enough after that.
Over a year later, we met up just once. I sold a camera and got a measly ten quid. I gave it to her. She wanted me to meet her at the same place she wanted me to meet her at in 2013 and I was like, "Well, I know she may not be there when I arrive..."
She wouldn't even give me her number. So I went and she wasn't there. She blocked me on Facebook as well. Not long after this, I got arrested many times and remanded in jail, after female support workers betrayed me and made me look like a stalker, and all their bosses had the nerve to say, was that "they could have handled things better."
I last seen that scrub in 2015 in the middle of the night. The first thing she asked me was if I had any cash, then when she knew I didn't have any money, she wanted me to go away. Since then, she has blocked me on Facebook tons of times, and I seen stuff about her father passing away last year. I'm not sure what I ever did to her to warrant all the abuse and financial scams she subjected me to, but I've never really been in any other relationship. Many people online and in person, have deeply hurt me and even at times landed me in legal trouble, so I feel like becoming a recluse when I move out of my family's absolute tip of a home. I'm due in court this month, because of some singer from a band called Wah! from the eighties accusing me of things. Previously, it was an actress doing a dirty on me, and some of my ex support workers (referred to as J&S), who stitched me up, and made a mountain out of a molehill over my having a crush on them, and the authorities had me imprisoned, or arrested. Maybe I've just got "sucker" written all over my face. I've totally lost all my self-esteem now, and every few minutes, I feel like I'm gonna have a breakdown.