my younger sister used to date a real douchebag. he started out as an ok dude, I had no problems with him, seemed like a nice enough guy. but as time went on he became really aggressive, mean, controlling and jealous.
he and my sister had a little drunken spat at a party; he pushed her and told her âWatch yourself because I could fuck any girl here.â
he borrowed her car without permission, dented the front bumper and didnât tell her or pay for it.
he would obsessively check her phone and internet history to make sure she wasnât talking to other guys.
he would get pissy and upset if she left the house wearing anything that showed her cleavage, or shame her into changing. my sister is well-endowed, unless itâs a t-shirt or it closes at the neck thereâs going to be cleavage (big boob problems).
during the very last legs of their relationship, he started telling her heâd âfound her accountâ and âknew she was posting nudes.â They were nude pictures (face removed) of a girl that was not my sister. I think he actuallybelieved they were her. he was losing his grasp on reality.
after the breakup, he went CRAZY. started calling her at work (they work at the same place) repeatedly, had a meltdown on the phone. came in to work, she wasnât there, meltdown. started texting her, calling her a slut and a whore and a bitch and then turning around and telling her âI love you babe, come home, the cat misses his mommy.â one time she came home from a casual date a few weeks after the breakup, and as soon as she was dropped off she got a text saying âmoving on already huh?â fucking creep.
one time he hit her up for sex post-breakup (âyou know what, I donât even care about this relationship, I donât want you back, I just want to fuckâ) and when my sister went over to their shared apartment (I scolded her for that) he ended up just crying for two hours.
I could go on, but I wonât, because itâs making me angry.
anyway! after they broke up, there was a long period where I didnât see him and that was awesome. my sister was pretty miserable, as he was her first love, and she was in denial about a lot of the horrible treatment she got. as much as I told her that she deserved better, that she shouldnât be treated like that by anyone, let alone someone who claims to love her, they were together for almost three years. but eventually she started conceding that, yeah, it was a toxic relationship.
come first day of my winter quarter, I found out ex-shithead and I had both signed up for the same class.
for god knows what reason, he saw me and decided to sit near me. he said âhey revengethrowawayman, itâs been awhile, no hard feelings about [sister] right?â I kinda shrugged and he said âyeah, no, she was kinda a crazy bitch anyways, no offense.â really??? I had a strong urge to laugh and/or deck him in the face and/or some combination thereof but I just smiled quickly and turned back to the front. I hate him so much.
our professor collected weekly assignments on thursdays; a few essay questions, a few pages typed. we didnât have tests in-class, most were take-home and replaced the regular assignment due on Thursdays. as soon as you came to class and our professor arrived, we were supposed to go put our assignment on the podium at the front.
I got up the first thursday to turn in my assignment and ex-douchebag holds out his paper to me, eyebrows raised. I was about to laugh pityingly or tell him to fuck off and take it up himself but then⊠I smiled and took it. I walked down to the front of the class and when I was sure he wasnât looking (buried in his phone) I stuck his assignment in my pocket and put mine and mine only on the podium.
our teacher told us the first day she wouldnât give us our annotated work back until the end of the quarter but she would have a spreadsheet online for us to check the grades for our assignments. I worried briefly heâd notice he got a 0 for the first assignment, but⊠come next thursday he hands out his assignment to me again. and again. and again.
and each and every time, it went in my pocket and then into the recycling bin (save the planet guys). on the days he had it that was, lazy fuck. I turned in a few of the lower-point assignments so as not to arouse suspicion, but the take home tests found a comfy home in the big blue plastic bin outside the building.
I saw him on the day of the final arguing with my teacher, but I whizzed through the test and hauled ass out. I donât think itâs possible for him to have passed the class. have fun retaking intro to psych, asshat.
tldr: sisterâs abusive ex boyfriend puts his fate in my hands. bad move.
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