My girlfriend has been speaking with her abusive ex behind my back.

Ghosted and Wrecked

Apparently yesterday he cut contact with her, blocking her on everything, and honestly, I saw it coming. But he’ll probably do it all over again when she finds a new guy.

She’s a wreck and I pity her somewhat, but she’s made her bed and it’s time for her to lay in it.

I told her “that there will be no second chance, that I was finished the moment she made her values clear, and again suggested she get therapy.”

I wished her the best and then deleted her off my phone and anything else she was on.

Dinner with the Parents

I went out to dinner with her parents last night and it was actually a good time with them. Her parents were kind yet to the point.

Her parents told me not to mince words or leave bits out and just tell them exactly what had been going on.

I tried to tell them “that while I respect them, that I did not want to drag them into our relationship problems and wanted there to be no issues with them and their daughter.”

Hearing the Truth

Well, her dad told me “they had already had a long talk with Em and regardless wanted to hear my input,”

so we talked.

I told them “about her ex and kid, his threats, him trying to break up our relationship”

—well, I guess you can say he did now—her lying and hiding his messages.

I told them “I gave the choice and what she chose.”

Hopes for the Future

I insisted to them “that they take her to seek professional help, that if she keeps this up she’s going to tear herself up in any future relationship.”

I want her to be happy someday, but it just won’t be with me. I’m tired of the lies and deceit; I just want to move forward and live my life, and I hope she can do the same.

Their response was not exactly what I expected. They apologized to me for her actions, saying that they were disappointed that things turned out as they had, but supported my decision to walk away from her.

A Bitter Farewell

I won’t lie; I had expected them to ask me to talk to Emily and try to move past it, but no, there was not even an inkling of that. Her mom came and gave me a hug, but her dad just seemed dejected.

I’d never seen this man look this way, and it felt like a punch to the gut. It hurt seeing him like that, knowing there was nothing I could do.

We ended up just sitting there in silence for a minute before he decided to order a round of shots. A round turned into two, and that seemed to help relax everyone.

Sharing Dreams

We started chatting about my future plans, their retirement goals, and hopes. We were out for three hours, chatting as if we were just normal people.

I had a great time even while it hurt. We cried a few times; we also laughed and remembered past times when we’d make a fool out of ourselves.

When we were about to part ways, her dad gave me a bone-crushing handshake and a hug, which her mom ended up joining in. This man has never hugged me, so I was really caught by surprise.

Parting Ways

They told me to take care of myself, eat healthy, don’t sink yourself in alcohol, and just focus on getting through the days. They’re going to look at options for therapy for Em and recommended that I do the same, which I think I’ll do.

They handed me a bag with my tools, said they’re going to miss me, but wished me the best. I gave them my goodbyes and we parted ways.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted both off my chest and my shoulders. I decided I’m taking a break from dating; one day I’ll find someone, but that’s all in the back of the mind.

Update Two: The Shift

A few months had passed since the split and life had taken its own course, but then it started. Emily’s name would occasionally pop up in random places: a mutual friend mentioning an awkward encounter or a colleague alluding to a cryptic message they’d received from her.

At first, I brushed these off as coincidences, but the frequency and intensity of her actions soon became impossible to ignore.

One evening while relaxing at home, I received a message from a friend who worked at a local security firm. They informed me that Emily had been inquiring about security systems and surveillance equipment, specifically targeting a location not far from where I lived.

Rising Suspicion

My heart sank. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something sinister was brewing.

I decided to reach out to Emily directly, hoping to clear the air and understand her intentions, but my calls and messages went unanswered. Days turned into weeks, and the signs of her obsession grew more disturbing.

I began to receive reports from my neighbors about someone frequently lurking around the building. A few times I even spotted someone watching from across the street, their presence eerily familiar.

The Stalking Escalates

My concerns mounted when I learned that Emily had been showing up at places I frequented, always keeping her distance but never quite hiding her intent.

The situation escalated further when I received a call from a local moving company. They had been contacted by Emily, who was now actively searching for a new house to move into.

Her focus, it seemed, was on making my life as uncomfortable as possible. She had apparently gotten wind of the fact that I was considering a home purchase and decided to do whatever she could to disrupt my plans.

The Disturbing Note

It wasn’t long before things reached a breaking point. One night after coming back from dinner with friends, I found a note on my door.

It was a rambling, incoherent message from Emily expressing her frustration and her twisted view of our relationship. It was filled with accusations and threats veiled beneath a facade of longing and desperation.

The note was unsettling, a stark reminder of how far she had fallen from the person I once knew. I immediately contacted the authorities and explained the situation.

Legal Action

They took the matter seriously and an investigation was launched. Emily’s behavior had crossed into harassment, and her persistent attempts to intrude into my life were now a legal concern.

I provided them with the evidence I had collected: messages, witness statements, and the disturbing note. The police were thorough and assured me that they would take appropriate action.

Despite the legal measures, Emily’s behavior didn’t cease; it only grew more frantic. She started sending cryptic messages to my family and friends, trying to manipulate them into contacting me on her behalf.

The Intervention

The once clear boundary between our lives was now muddled by her relentless pursuit. The turning point came when Emily’s actions became so invasive that it prompted a full intervention.

The security firm I’d contacted had gathered enough information to present a case against her. She was confronted with the evidence of her stalking and harassment, and it was made clear that she needed to cease all contact immediately or face legal consequences.

Faced with the potential of criminal charges and the pressure from her own deteriorating mental state, Emily was forced to make a drastic decision.

A Sudden Departure

She chose to move away, abandoning the town where her obsession had begun to unravel her life. Her departure was sudden, and the neighbors who had witnessed her bizarre behavior were relieved to see her go.

The moving company that had initially been contacted reported that her new location was far removed from the area, and her name eventually faded from local news and gossip.

In the aftermath, I found a renewed sense of peace. The constant fear and anxiety had finally subsided, and I could return to focusing on my own well-being.

Healing and Resilience

Though the experience had left a mark, it also reinforced my resolve to protect my personal space and mental health. Emily’s journey had become a cautionary tale, a reminder of how fragile trust can be and the lengths to which some people might go when consumed by unresolved issues.

As time went on, I began to rebuild my life step by step. The scars of the past remained, but they became a part of my story—a chapter that ultimately led to greater self-awareness and resilience.

I knew that healing was a process, and I approached it with patience and hope for a brighter future.