My first serious girlfriend/fiance. We were living together and about 4 months from the date. We only had one bathroom in the townhouse and she was putting on her makeup standing naked in front of the mirror. I'd just got out of the shower and stopped behind her to hug her. I put my hands on her tummy and looked at her in the mirror. She looked at me and smiled, I smiled and then it hit me. I patted her tummy and said "This is where our kids are going to come from." I will never forget the change in her look. Color drained, eyes went dead, her body stiffened. I was stunned. She was always talking about us having kids and I was the one who wanted to wait a few years for her to finish college and me too go. She moved my hands and walked out without saying anything.
Then she started going out with friends a lot and always harping on me for not going out drinking with her. I was working 50+ hours a week and didn't mind going out once a week for a few beers, but not being able to dance and hating country music I didn't want to go dancing every other night till the wee hours. Fucking electric slide.
Well, she came home from work one night and told me to move out, that it was over. I said "No bitch, you GTFO, you're a whore and need to go live with mommy and daddy again".
Actually, I didn't. I was blindly in love and shocked and whimpered and told her that I loved her and blah, blah, blah. I was a total fool. I did get out that "Um, everything is in my name, I'll just sleep in the back bedroom while we work through this". So after a month of her not really talking to me and her not coming home till late, I checked with the rental company and was going to get another place (SUCKER!!).
I didn't expect any problems. I had two accounts with more than $60,000.00 in them, a platinum card with a $30,000.00 limit, a gold card with a $20,000.00 limit and a few store cards. I was making really kick ass money and had worked lots during high school and banked it all. So I went to pay the deposit/first/last with my check card (back when they were testing them out) and it was declined. Tried the other account, same thing. I couldn't think at this point, so I tried a CC and same thing. I was freaking out. The rental lady was looking at me with this look of pity on her face.
So I went home and called the bank. My accounts had about $100.00 in them!!! Credit cards were maxed!!! All from that big-breasted bitch!!. Stupid me. Not a damn thing I could do either cause I put her name on the accounts.
Serious fight at that point. Nothing physical, but lots of screaming and yelling. She kept trying to get me to leave. I finally told her to fuck off and move her ass out cause her name isn't on anything. She wouldn't and I couldn't force her out, the cops said she obviously lived there so I'd have to evict her. Only 3 months left on the lease so I figured I'd wait it out and cover my ass. I started being devious at that point. I'd follow her and take pics of her smooching lots of guys, heading into their houses, etc. Caught her cheating with her boss who was married and had four kids.
Well, one night was home early from a friend's football party and hear banging around the front door. So I grab my wakazashi (22" Japanese sword, I collect swords, the real shit, not that cheap stuff) and head for the door. Just as I get there, this guy comes through and instantly I have the tip at his throat and yell "move a fucking inch and you're dead and I have lots of paperwork to fill out". He stopped cold. Then the bitch started yelling and screaming and I told her "this is my place and she's bring a fuckbuddy over his dead body". The guy was just standing there stock still and wild eyed. I told him he has three seconds to get the fuck out and if I ever see him around my place again, I'm going to feel my life is in danger and stop him before he hurts me!
He didn't even open his mouth, just dropped her keys and ran off.
So, lots of arguing, I still wanted to make it work, blah, blah, blah. I started recording phone calls and she was telling her family all this shit that was BS. I found out she was scamming money from her parents too and had been for the three years we'd been together. I'm talking a hundred a week and more. She had been telling them that we couldn't make ends meat. That explained the looks I got whenever I went over and talked about new computer stuff I bought. She was seeing about five guys at once.
Finally the lease ended and I moved back with my Dad (just as my Mom was moving out because she divorced him) and the bitch moved back with mommy and daddy.
One of the things she said she had a problem with is that she didn't think I had enough professional drive and she didn't want to end up with someone who didn't want a big house, fancy cars and clothes, etc. I find it funny that the guy she ended up married to worked and still works for a cattle breeder making half what I do, they live in a "modular" (aka trailer) home, she can't work cause he doesn't want her too and they have four kids. I saw a pic of her 15 years after our breakup and she looked horrible.
I swore never to let another woman get that far into my heart. It took eight years for me to get almost that close to someone else. She was my sisters high school best friend and stayed friends with her after. My sis pushed us together and then got pissed when we "didn't just fuck and see a few movies, you're not supposed to marry my best friend!" Marriage isn't easy, you have to work and compromise, but I've never been happier.