I’m thinking this guy’s family HATED this girl way before the break-up.
You’re right. I mean that it might be possible to do something like this if she was just the most evil bitch in the universe in her break up with me. Maybe.
Incidentally, I also read the OP as they had only been going out for a month.
Skerri, that reminds me quite a lot of the latest Ruth Rendell. Spoiler:
[spoiler]This guy is a scam artist of the highest order. He sends identical letters to his ex-girlfriend and his ex-wife, supposedly from a railway company, telling them that he died in a crash. Now, the railway crash did happen, but he wasn’t on the train.
The ex-wife doesn’t believe this for a second (when someone dies, it’s the cops who contact the next of kin, in person or by phone, and and an ex-wife isn’t necessarily next of kin anyway), but she takes it as his way of saying that she’ll never hear from him again. Then, when she gets engaged to someone else, he turns up, saying, “What are you doing? I want custody of the kids!” Helloooooo…you’re the one who came up with the death scam!
Meanwhile, the painfully naive ex-GF does believe this, and shortly afterwards starts seeing his “ghost” everywhere. She was already close to the edge, and this is what pushes her over.[/spoiler]
Sorry that happened to you!
Nope.
Hard to believe that there are that many Dick and Shirley couples around, huh?
I had something happen to me that kinda goes along the lines of Skerri’s story…
I was barely 17 when I dated “C.”, a 22 year-old guy whom I knew (intellectually) was screwed up. He was (supposedly) a Marine on reserve duty who was an EMT. We were together for nine months.
He told fantastical stories, always casting himself as the hero (helping women in labor on buses, etc.). While I didn’t swallow them intellectually, I went along 'cause I thought I was in love. Lost my virginity with him, even.
It wasn’t all harmless stories, though - he was really troubled, in some way or another: His friend “Y” called me twice or three times to tell me C.'d had a fight with his friend/mom/etc.; he’d left the apartment upset, taking his pocketknife. Implication; he might off himself - a thought that horrified me. I stayed awake & prayed (I was agnostic then) 'til he came home & told me he was okay. I wonder, for reasons that’ll become clear, whether these calls were hoaxes.
I didn’t extract myself from the relationship 'til I realized he’d stolen some cash from me. The break-up ocurred via phone as I wanted to get it done ASAP. When I said that even if he hadn’t stolen the money, we should break up 'cause our relationship would never recover, he said that he was going to “go on active duty”, and goodbye. It hurt like hell, but it was over.
After a week’s worth of “I love you” messages on my machine & another week of silence, I got a call from Y.: The plane transporting C. & his fellow Marines to an unnamed (but very dangerous) locale had “gone off the radar”. They didn’t know what happened to it. I didn’t buy that & didn’t care even if it were true, but that didn’t sink in. He called me a day later to say that it had been found. Again, no rise gotten out of me.
I forget how much time went by before I got another call… Maybe a month, maybe two. In any case, a man claiming to be C.'s brother called, wanting to read me a letter from C. - telling me how much he loved me & that he hoped he died because it was better than living without me, etc. Why I listened, I dunno; I didn’t believe it.
The man, whomever he was, said that C. wanted me to receive the flag that’s given to a serviceman’s/servicewoman’s family upon his or her death: I told him that I didn’t want it, that it should go to his mother, goodbye, don’t call again. Things were quiet for some months, but then Y. called to inform me that C. had been shot while on duty in this dangerous & unnamed place; he might end up a paraplegic. Nice touch, considering that I’m a paraplegic. I made some threat about calling the cops if the calls continued, so they stopped.
I didn’t see C. until I was…19 or 20. I was shopping with a college friend who’d heard the story but had never seen a photo. He shushed my friend, snuck up behind me & covered my eyes…
Have you ever felt like your stomach free-fall to the ground? That’s what seeing him felt like. I tried not to shake, but I was shocked & frightened. The friend with whom I was shopping knew, without even a questioning glance, who the man was. He was cheery; he acted like nothing had ever happened. I was coldly polite but made no effort to chat, so he left after a minute. My friend said he looked pissed.
And yes, he’d been miraculously cured of his paraplegia, as he seemed to me to be walking just fine.
I have a girlfriend for Dick.
Years ago (like fifteen), I did a lot of theatre. A bunch of us did a show together. A year or so later, we hear that “Kay” died. It was through the grapevine, so we’d missed the ceremonies, but we all got together and had our own little rememberance of Kay. It was really touching because Kay was this sweet young fucked up theatre chick who died when a drunk driver hit her.
Turns out she wasn’t dead. Her mother had been in on it as well, which is what made the whole thing much more convincing. Kay had been dating “Steve,” he dumped her and she needed to make him regret it . So her mother had called Steve and said “Kay died.” And Steve told the rest of us. And we found out it was all an act six months later when Kay showed up at an audition and someone saw her.
I’m hoping this is the case. It would be pretty appalling if his family went along with it just for the fun of it.
I still say that if he was a “teenager”, it might have been Mom’s idea, not his.
An awesomer band name would be the Immolated Dildos. Or perhaps, Beautiful Dildo Newfoundland (yes, it is a real town).