Crazy

This is very subjective and some people know how to handle the psycho girlfriend or boyfriend, but there is nothing quite as horrid as finding out you’re the psycho in the relationship. That happened to me, because I was so invested in my previous relationship that I went crazy, and drove my ex boyfriend even farther away. Now I think of it and laugh, but these are serious things I should work on stop doing. I do not know if I have been like this in previous relationships.

We were having sex on his parent’s bedroom while they were on holiday. He was thrusting into my pussy as sensually as he always does, and I was squirming in pleasure, coming over him with my warm vaginal juices. It felt as good as ever. “Keep fucking me” I said to him, while I stared into his eyes and slapped his face, then he slapped me. He dove his face to my tits while fucking me, and bit my nipples. The pain, added to the pleasure, was addictive and amazing. After he came, he laid down next to me, panting, and I put my head on his chest to rest.

After a few minutes lying down, he said something in a low voice that I could barely hear. I raised my head and asked him what had he said. “Maybe we should take some time apart” and I was absolutely confused by now. “What do you mean sweetheart?” I asked with a nervous smile. We had been dating for over a year and he had never said anything like this. “Do you want to take time to work on our romance?” I was trying to remain composite.

“No, I mean take time away from each other” his voice was kinda lifeless now. “I think it’s for the best” he added. “Oh” I said, then sat up and left the bed, then began to dress up. “I understand” I said, then finished dressing up. I kissed him on the cheek as he continued to lay down, then said farewell. “I am glad you understand baby” he said, then watched me leave.

And this was just the beginning of what was to come. For the following days, I felt kind of okay, but I was starting to get bored and wanted to know about my boyfriend, that was, if we were still a thing. I tried to call him to his phone and he would never reply, I tried texting him, and he would not reply either. Then I decided to go to his house. I stood in front of the door for over 2 hours, until nighttime, with no reply, even if I could see the lights upstairs were on. As I was getting ready to leave, he parked his car in front of his house, and my face lit up.

“Hello, Natasha, what a surprise to see you here” he said, getting out of his car slowly. “I tried calling and texting you but you did not reply so I came here.” I kept a smile on my face at all times. “Yeah I have been awfully busy, did you need anything?” He asked nervously. “No John, I was just missing you, that’s all.” He looked a bit surprised after my revelation. “Can I come in?” I asked with a smile. “Actually, no, my house is being fumigated right now and that is why you see the lights on” he was assertive.

“Oh. I didn’t know you had a problem with bugs” I said, looking down. “Yes, I’m sorry, maybe other day. I’ll tell you” he kissed me on the cheek then I left home. I was a bit disappointed but I did believe him. By now, I was feeling horny because I had just seen him after a while of not doing so, and I have not had sex since that one time at his parents’s, so I had to satisfy myself somehow.

I grabbed a dildo I had kept hidden under my bed, and slowly put it up my pussy. It felt great. I closed my eyes and began to imagine my boyfriend fucking me as sensually as he always did. By doing this, I was able to come multiple times. After a while, I got tired and decided to stop, but half an hour later I was back at it with the dildo.

A few days later, I had assumed the fumigation was over so I decided to call John to meet up. I called and called to no avail, because he never replied to me. I tried texting and calling to his house directly, but nothing seemed to work. Then, I decided to go back to his house myself and visit him. Before leaving, I remembered the copy of the door’s key I had, and took it with me to break into his house. I got there and knocked, rang the bell, and nothing seemed to work.

Then, I used the key and broke into his dark, empty house. I thought I would just wait for him there. After around 3 hours, he came back home with another girl. I stood up and looked in awe, holding my tears and with a broken smile on my face. “Natasha, how did you get in here?!” He sounded angry, and the girl next to him was trying not to laugh.

“I had a copy of the key, remember?” He seemed to be scared now. He whispered something into the girl’s ear and then she left outside. “Who is she?” I asked, and he looked at me with no reply. After a while, the cops came and they took me, I spent 3 days in jail because I broke into John’s house. That was unfair honestly, because I did not just break into the house, I had a key so it was fair.

After I was free from jail, I left to John’s house again to see him so he could give me an explanation about who the fuck that girl at his home was. I got there but no one was home, and I no longer had my spare key, so I just left to my house. I tried to call and call and send texts, to no reply. Suddenly, he sent me a text and said “we’re done. I changed my number and the door’s lock” and I was left in shock.

This is what he wanted from the beginning, and he got it. We had broken up and I had just realized what a crazy girl I was. The following days, I tried to make amends and reach out, but he had blocked me everywhere and obviously did not want to talk to me. I wouldn’t either!

I think he was dating that girl I saw at his house the day I got arrested, and that is why he did not want to see me anymore. It must have been so embarrassing to him to find me in his house with his new girlfriend. All I have left now is my dildo and the memories, but I may have some mental stuff to work on before getting a new boyfriend.