So, I decided to break up with my boyfriend of two months because I had a gut feeling that I couldn’t trust him… Turns out he’d been cheating on me with a girl two years younger than me for about two weeks before we broke up. I was livid. Also turns out he’d been lying to me about everything. He told me he lived in a flat on his own, yet every time I asked to go round he’d make an excuse and come to my house instead. Turns out he lived in a flat with his mum… I don’t really understand why he felt the need to lie about that. He told me he was a trained mechanic… He’s 18 and he dropped out of college a year ago so it wasn’t actually possible… Another lie. He told me he was a manager at the store he worked at.. He wasn’t. He told me that he loved me… Also another lie, but that’s not a great loss for me. He told me I was the only girl for him, how he’d do anything to make me happy. He told me that it didn’t matter to him that I had some mental struggles, he told me he’d gotten through depression and wanted to help me. All lies. He told me that he’d been bullied in high school and that he knew how I felt because we’d been through similar situations. Another lie. He told me that he’d spent time on a psychiatric ward because he tried to commit suicide. Again, he lied. He told me that he was a footballer, but had to stop because of an injury. Another lie.
His ‘friend’ started messaging me on Insta a few weeks into the relationship, telling me how much of a good guy my bf was, how I wad perfect for him. He asked me personal questions… Then my be would tell me that his ‘friend’ had mentioned what I told him. I grew suspicious. His 'friend’ was messaging a lot of my friends, telling them that they were gorgeous and that he’d love to see more pictures of them.. But when they asked for his number or snapchat, he said he didn’t have a phone.. Again, suspicious. A few weeks after the break up I found out that this 'friend’ was actually a fake profile made up by my ex boyfriend. He’d been talking to thousands of girls behind my back pretending to be someone else.
The night I ended things with him, he told me that his cousin was rushed into intensive care, he told me that he couldn’t handle losing two people that he loved in the same day. I thought about going back to him and carrying on the relationship, but something didn’t add up.
The next day, his cousin 'died’ and I received abusive messages from my ex claiming that I wasn’t there for him when he needed me most and that he hoped I felt bad because I left him to suffer with grief and he had no one. It was apparently my fault that he started 'cutting’ again. He blamed me for making him want to kill himself. It was my fault that he felt all this pain.
His cousin hadn’t died, he lied about that. He hadn’t starting cutting again, that was another lie he told me.
I received a message from an old friend of his, she spent time to get to know me. She told me she had something to tell me, but she wanted to make sure I was ok before she said anything. She told me that when they were both 15, she was in a relationship with him. He told her he was a year older but was kept behind a year at school due to a football injury. He lied. He showed her a picture of 'his’ X-ray. The same picture he showed me three years later. It was actually his sisters X-ray. He lied about breaking his leg. He lied about his age. He got caught out, but he was forgiven. They broke up. He couldn’t take it and spread a rumour that one of her friends was a rapist. It was serious this time. It was another lie and he got caught out and beat up by a group of guys for being so stupid. He told me that he was beat up because he was bullied and I believed him. I was so stupid. He was abusive to this girl, messaging her and making her feel Isolated. She ended up in a psychiatric ward because she tried to kill herself. So the story he told me wasn’t about him, it was about his ex. Everything he had told me was a lie and it hurt. She also mentioned that he’d lied about his cousin dying three years ago, the same cousin he’d told me had died when we broke up.
I found out he’d been messaging other girls and meeting up with one girl in particular. They made things official 3 hours after I broke up with him. Ouch.
He lied to me and cheated on me, yet tried to make me out to be the bad guy in the whole situation. He lied about so much. I had trust issues before, but now it’s gotten worse. He told me I was beautiful. He told me that I deserved to be happy. He told me that I deserved all the love in the world. He said I wasn’t worthless, he told me that I was special. But when he lied about so much, how could I believe any of this is true?
He broke me even more than I was before.
How could somebody be so cruel?
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