The last straw for me came after only two months of living together. Late one night she got drunk, called up one of my best friends’ friends (whom she barely knew, I will call her S), confessed her love for S, and told S personal things about our relationship.



She had told me about this conversation a week before, gushing about how wonderful S is and claiming that S told her that she liked her too. She used it as a manipulation tactic, implying that if I continued to fail to satisfy her, she would leave me for S. She told me that she was only telling me about it because she “respected” me and wanted to make things work. I remember my gut feeling not only heavy; it was on fire. My body was screaming at me to get out NOW.

Turns out, her version of the conversation was very different from S’s. The conversation terrified S. I spoke to S, and she told me that she was afraid of my ex coming to her place of work. I knew at that moment that I needed to end the relationship. I packed my ex’s bag, put her stuff outside, and changed the locks.

Here are a few of the texts that I received the following day:

