Originally posted by cigreting
Going to make this really short. Too long of a story.
I went out with this girl for almost 6 years. She got me charged with assault and some other bullshit a few years into our relationship. We were at a bar out in the country and we got into an arguement because she was a jealious bitch.
We left the bar and driving home in the country she wanted out so i stopped and let her out and drove away. She said i hit her to the cops who picked her sorry ass up. This was completely false and no marks on her. I did eventually get those charges dropped but it cost me a few thousand.
In the meantime there's an automatic no contact order. Fast forward a couple weeks and we are talking again and hanging out.
I picked her up from her parents ( she was going to college and living at home) and her dad calls the cops on me because hes a little bitch who didnt like me.
The faggot cops are waiting at my house before I even get there and arrest me. I cut all contact with her after this, because if i violated the conditions of the no-contact order, i would be charged with a felony.
So for the next two years I was harassed by this cunt wanting me back, sending pictures, texts, calling then hanging up. I called the cops multiple times to file complaints but she now lived in another city 4 hours away so they didnt do shit until i went and taked to one of the state's attorneys. This bitch was finally charged with harassment after 2 years of complaints. A few days later she kills herself after appearing on the charges.
I think about it often and this was over 4 years ago. I hope nobody has to go through anything like this
People who call the cops like this are pure shit people. Hydro was like that. Threatening false rape/assault claims while hitting herself, calling the cops to my parent's house for a welfare check saying i killed my parents because i broke up with her and stopped contact. Then later she told me about some fraud shit she was doing, and her mother caught wind of it and called the cops on her (lol) but this made her mad at me for some reason so she started trying to drag me into it in our chat saying i was involved and also that I raped a family member, until she got questioned by police and told the truth about at least me. Case eventually got thrown out for illegally obtained evidence.
White people really love calling the cops.
Also one time during an argument she tried to make me drive her truck home alone. Not only was a stick shift that i didnt know how to drive, but she was saying she'd 'give it to me' and that it was mine now because i had the title (lol). She was almost definitely going to call the cops on me for stealing her car so I didnt take it. Tried to do a similar thing by making me pawn her ring the pawn shop owner knew was hers because she pawned it like 900 times.
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2019-12-16 at 1:05 AM UTC
I've never called the cops on anyone in my life. They just make things more trouble than its worth. Unless someone is actually hurt I see no reason to do it.
I did file a police report on hydro after she kept sending me death threats nonstop for like a year after i stopped talking to her, but I didn't use her name. Just wanted it on file so she would stop and she did lol.
2019-12-16 at 1:12 AM UTC
Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace
People who call the cops like this are pure shit people. Hydro was like that. Threatening false rape/assault claims while hitting herself, calling the cops to my parent's house for a welfare check saying i killed my parents because i broke up with her and stopped contact. Then later she told me about some fraud shit she was doing, and her mother caught wind of it and called the cops on her (lol) but this made her mad at me for some reason so she started trying to drag me into it in our chat saying i was involved and also that I raped a family member, until she got questioned by police and told the truth about at least me. Case eventually got thrown out for illegally obtained evidence.
White people really love calling the cops.
Also one time during an argument she tried to make me drive her truck home alone. Not only was a stick shift that i didnt know how to drive, but she was saying she'd 'give it to me' and that it was mine now because i had the title (lol). She was almost definitely going to call the cops on me for stealing her car so I didnt take it. Tried to do a similar thing by making me pawn her ring the pawn shop owner knew was hers because she pawned it like 900 times.
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2019-12-16 at 2:17 AM UTC
Yea only faggots call cops. I had no choice to call them on her because i wasnt going to go smash a girls face in.
My phone number is also my business number so I wasnt going to change it just becuse of her.
2019-12-16 at 3:57 PM UTC
one time i fucked a girls ass so hard she started bleeding
her name was hts
2019-12-16 at 4:02 PM UTC
The numerous ribbons hanging from low horizontal branches in Sam Houston National forest tell my brutal story.
2019-12-16 at 4:16 PM UTC
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood
they hang one ribbon for every local woman that went missing
When I first started dating exwife #2 (didn't marry her for her brains). I told her I was a serial killer and she semi believed me, or rather didn't know if I was joking or serious...
We went to Sam Houston forest one weekend and I spotted a ribbon hanging from a branch that looked like a marker...I stopped her and said "I know you don't like me talking about it but that's one of my markers"
She was quiet for a little while then said "Lets go".
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2019-12-16 at 5:44 PM UTC
At a friends house with my gf and a bunch of other people after driving down to San Diego to visit one of her friends at school. I forget what we did I think we went to some weird motel party. I do my usual and sneak off and smoke dope in the bathroom with the shower running. She and her friend have clearly started doing coke and the mdma capsules in the ashtray in the car are suddenly awol now too. I’m unusually relaxed which is rare for me around a bunch of people I don’t know. Strike up conversation with some people at one of the SDSU off campus housing things and a handful of them come over to our house to drink. At this point I’m probably a gram or more into my heroin (which at the time was an insane amount for me), maybe 6 or 7 beers and a few glasses of makers. I’m just fucked. Gf comes back in, she and her skank friend prance and giggle their way to the bathroom together to take candid pictures of each other on the toilet. Comes out and sees me talking to a couple of the new people, one of which was a girl. She’s already being loud and obnoxious, but now she’s also being super territorial n shit. She’s standing in front of me and wiggling her butt back and forth, and sliding her hand down my pants. At some point I tell her to chill, bc the other people obviously think this is awkward and her energy level is way to high for like 1am. I kinda disengage from her and she gets pissed, I say something like “Maybe if you weren’t acting like a fucking tweaker”. She and her friend leave.
Its now like 2:30 and she’s not answering my texts. I tell her if she too fucked up, just call me and I’ll pick them up (rofl). Eventually I get pissed off that she’s purposely not answering her phone, and I lay down in the living room and pass out with a mixing bowl and a water bottle bc I’m almost positive I’m gonna puke. Smoke some more heroin to settle my stomach and pass out. Come half conscious and she’s on top of me on the living room floor, and there was some other random passed out a few feet away but she was just on her own little thing. I’m so numb I barely know what’s going on I can’t even feel me inside of her but I feel her scratching and grinding against me, then I pass out again.
Wake up. Mouth tastes awful. It’s fucking cold bc someone left the patio door open, and all I found was a bath towel to use as a blanket. There’s a groan like a bagpipe being stepped on. I feel so awful I just want to go back to sleep. My belt and buckle are digging into the back of my ass and I’m sweaty and it’s freezing and I move my hips to try to pull them up. Try to get under the towel, but her hand is against my cheek and it’s just so fucking cold. I think that’s what made me realize the groan was coming from her. I roll over and push her off me and her blue eyes are open but half shut. I know she sometimes has night terrors and sleeps with her eyes open, but she doesn’t make noise like this. I try to shake her awake. I’m whispering to her. I shake her harder. Now I’m getting loud and panicky. The feeling when I realized what was going on was like having everything in my chest sucked out into the vacuum of space. I think I said to the sleeping girl “is this real? Is this real” over and over again. Now I’m cursing and freaking out. I try doing cpr, but the sounds she’s making sound like I’m hurting her. A couple of her friends have woken up now. Someone’s saying “Give her some water! Give her water!” And I’m like she can’t even swallow dude. Someone says there’s a fire station a couple blocks away. I can’t find the keys. I’m about to cry. One of the other friends is calling 911. One of the people from earlier offers to drive. I put her over my shoulder to get her out the door and she throws up. I lay in the truck bed with her and she almost slides out the tailgate when he rounds the end of the block. Guy rings the bell. The firefighters were awesome. I wish I could’ve been that calm. I can’t tell them what she’s taken bc I really don’t know. I tell them her name. They ask if has any medical conditions or allergies. For some reason I feel that her strawberry allergy is pertinent info. They’re shining lights in her eyes and putting a tube down her throat. Other emts or whatever put her on a thing and before know what’s going on, they’re already gone.
I didn’t think to ask where they were taking her, or whether I could ride with her. The guy that drove me, is really cool. Offers to smoke me out. We’re just really quiet but then I start having a panic attack so I ask for him to drop me off. Go back. Find her keys. Take her car. Park behind a market and get high. The last 2 balloons aren’t in my wallet. I get furious. Then I finally cry and I cry for like an hour until I have a headache.
Would not recommend the experience.
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2019-12-16 at 6:36 PM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER
At a friends house with my gf and a bunch of other people after driving down to San Diego to visit one of her friends at school. I forget what we did I think we went to some weird motel party. I do my usual and sneak off and smoke dope in the bathroom with the shower running. She and her friend have clearly started doing coke and the mdma capsules in the ashtray in the car are suddenly awol now too. I’m unusually relaxed which is rare for me around a bunch of people I don’t know. Strike up conversation with some people at one of the SDSU off campus housing things and a handful of them come over to our house to drink. At this point I’m probably a gram or more into my heroin (which at the time was an insane amount for me), maybe 6 or 7 beers and a few glasses of makers. I’m just fucked. Gf comes back in, she and her skank friend prance and giggle their way to the bathroom together to take candid pictures of each other on the toilet. Comes out and sees me talking to a couple of the new people, one of which was a girl. She’s already being loud and obnoxious, but now she’s also being super territorial n shit. She’s standing in front of me and wiggling her butt back and forth, and sliding her hand down my pants. At some point I tell her to chill, bc the other people obviously think this is awkward and her energy level is way to high for like 1am. I kinda disengage from her and she gets pissed, I say something like “Maybe if you weren’t acting like a fucking tweaker”. She and her friend leave.
Its now like 2:30 and she’s not answering my texts. I tell her if she too fucked up, just call me and I’ll pick them up (rofl). Eventually I get pissed off that she’s purposely not answering her phone, and I lay down in the living room and pass out with a mixing bowl and a water bottle bc I’m almost positive I’m gonna puke. Smoke some more heroin to settle my stomach and pass out. Come half conscious and she’s on top of me on the living room floor, and there was some other random passed out a few feet away but she was just on her own little thing. I’m so numb I barely know what’s going on I can’t even feel me inside of her but I feel her scratching and grinding against me, then I pass out again.
Wake up. Mouth tastes awful. It’s fucking cold bc someone left the patio door open, and all I found was a bath towel to use as a blanket. There’s a groan like a bagpipe being stepped on. I feel so awful I just want to go back to sleep. My belt and buckle are digging into the back of my ass and I’m sweaty and it’s freezing and I move my hips to try to pull them up. Try to get under the towel, but her hand is against my cheek and it’s just so fucking cold. I think that’s what made me realize the groan was coming from her. I roll over and push her off me and her blue eyes are open but half shut. I know she sometimes has night terrors and sleeps with her eyes open, but she doesn’t make noise like this. I try to shake her awake. I’m whispering to her. I shake her harder. Now I’m getting loud and panicky. The feeling when I realized what was going on was like having everything in my chest sucked out into the vacuum of space. I think I said to the sleeping girl “is this real? Is this real” over and over again. Now I’m cursing and freaking out. I try doing cpr, but the sounds she’s making sound like I’m hurting her. A couple of her friends have woken up now. Someone’s saying “Give her some water! Give her water!” And I’m like she can’t even swallow dude. Someone says there’s a fire station a couple blocks away. I can’t find the keys. I’m about to cry. One of the other friends is calling 911. One of the people from earlier offers to drive. I put her over my shoulder to get her out the door and she throws up. I lay in the truck bed with her and she almost slides out the tailgate when he rounds the end of the block. Guy rings the bell. The firefighters were awesome. I wish I could’ve been that calm. I can’t tell them what she’s taken bc I really don’t know. I tell them her name. They ask if has any medical conditions or allergies. For some reason I feel that her strawberry allergy is pertinent info. They’re shining lights in her eyes and putting a tube down her throat. Other emts or whatever put her on a thing and before know what’s going on, they’re already gone.
I didn’t think to ask where they were taking her, or whether I could ride with her. The guy that drove me, is really cool. Offers to smoke me out. We’re just really quiet but then I start having a panic attack so I ask for him to drop me off. Go back. Find her keys. Take her car. Park behind a market and get high. The last 2 balloons aren’t in my wallet. I get furious. Then I finally cry and I cry for like an hour until I have a headache.
Would not recommend the experience.
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