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This is a story of how one foid ruined my life and to this day I suffer the repercussions of my actions at the hands of her manipulation. I am not proud of what I did in the slightest. In hindsight, I WAS the worst type of man. This is an educational story.
(Background) Winter Break, Sophomore Year:
(Background) Second Semester, Sophomore Year:
Summer After Sophomore Year:
First Semester Junior Year:
Entering my junior year now, I have to return to school and share it with my ex-friends. I've been socially outcasted from everyone who was connected to my old friends, rightfully so. I did not care though. At this point I wasn't shy about anything. I felt like I was in the right, I saved Aldi from an absent boyfriend and she saved me from roping (barely). I had obviously nobody except her, and she would make it very clear by being with me every waking moment during passing period or study block or whenever she could leave class. Made it really hard for me to realize how toxic it was. Not to mention my childhood dog and new kitten, on top of everything I was already going through, had just died. One day I pass Tom in the hallway and see him out the corner of my eye, keep looking straight ahead and I begin to smirk. He saw it at the end and said "bitch." Not loud and proud, almost a whisper. But it was enough to enrage me. Aldi was everything to me because I had nothing else. And her past was stained by her relationship with Tom. They never had sex, but from Tom's side he told me a lot about whatever they were doing before I even knew her. So that always made me pretty annoyed. He had texted me over the summer because of some drama about him and his friends making messages from a random number that was meant to be Aldi telling some guy he's cute or wtv, it was fake but we did talk about this during the summer. He wasn't even that angry at me, he was responding, accused me of some shit I didn't do and even apologized for assuming it was me. But the chat ended with him saying he would stab me and I said that I was going to whoop him. So there was more beef going on, and then Aldi tells me what he said to her. According to her, he shouted "Whore!" at her in the hallway. This was on a friday so I had two days to plot. She said to me "I want you to do something about this", and that was the push I needed. All my emotions from sophmore year and the summer were finally at a bottleneck. She told me when I should bump into him and fight him and everything so I was prepared. I skipped first and waited for him to cross my path on his way to second period. Note literally ten minutes before, all Aldi texts me is "i have an uneasy feeling about this", not don't do it. So we fought and I beat him badly in front of everyone. I had stolen my friends girlfriend then beat him up. It didn't even click to me then what I had done. It was less about him and more so about my emotional capacity overflowing. Now I get sent to alternative school for three months, kicked out of AP classes, worked to death in my backyard every single day. And this foid tells me, "I told you not to". She blames me and says that I created a roadblock in our relationship. It was at this point when I began to realize what I had done, how she had been manipulating me, and what exactly she's doing FOR me. Those three months in alternative gave me a good amount of time to reflect. When I got out it was near the end of the semester.
Second Semester Junior Year:
Summer After Junior Year:
This saga ended around a year ago this month and I just thought to post a good story on here, straight out of a movie. First long thread I've ever written so it could certainly be better done, but thank you if you read.
TL;DR GPT
Sophomore year, the narrator spirals emotionally over unrequited crushes, gets heavily into drugs, and becomes entangled with a close friend’s girlfriend. She slowly crosses boundaries, isolates him from his friends, fuels jealousy, and manipulates situations until he loses his entire friend group. Over the summer and into junior year, she becomes his only support while his family life collapses, making him emotionally dependent. She pressures him into a relationship, controls his time, escalates conflicts with his former friend, and pushes him into a fight that gets him sent to alternative school. After months of reflection, growing religious conviction, and realizing the relationship is toxic and coercive, he finally breaks up with her. Post-breakup, he channels his life into Muay Thai, regains control, and finds stability through discipline—concluding the experience as a harsh lesson about vulnerability, boundaries, and manipulation.
(Background) Winter Break, Sophomore Year:
I had been going through a very rocky and definitive time in my life, wrestling for the love of three girls that I had painted, baked, and cried over. I was on some real romantic simp shit at the time (I kind of miss being a sensitive young man). There was the 1st. hot cheerleader blonde (call her Stacy). She got with another guy who I was competing with after I told her we should just be friends. I told her this because of the 2nd. girl, this caked up country mudshark (call her Cat), with one of the cutest smiles had shown a slight bit of interest in me. I had planned to go to a dance with Stacy for about two weeks before the dance happened, and in between that time I started talking to this mudshark, and conflating my emotions by having to compete for Stacy who had been continuously used by her ltr for two years (he cheated on her), I decided it was better to give up on the blonde and go for Cat. I told Stacy in the car on the way to the dance that we were better as friends. I proceeded to meet with Cat there and dance with her, who I had invited as my date as well, unknown to the cheerleader. Very blackpilled of me. Until, Cat stopped talking to me within a week because I was simping too hard. Lost two birds with one play. They're just foids who had no character development on me anyways. But there's always the one.
I had known this girl (call her Mia) since fifth grade and there wasn't a year that went by where I didn't feel magnetically attracted to her. By some stroke of luck I had become really close friends with her best friend (call her Sofia) at the time. I was sort of the gay bestfriend to Sofia, but I really believe I was something else to Mia. We spoke on snapchat for about half a year. She was psychologically tormenting me, using every trick in the book to make me obsess and then depressed. She was who I painted the lyrics to The Beatles "I Will" for on a hand-carved, wooden mantle idfk. I had connected everything I was learning about love and music and prophecy to her, I truly believed she was the love of my life. It was so schizophrenic of me and I was well aware, but like now, I believed I could do anything. So months of fighting for Mia's attention, I had managed to stay up till 3am playing fortnite with her (I tried so hard to carry her, but the best we got was second, if only). I wrote songs and sonnets for her (that she never heard nor saw), just to express my feelings. I had also told Stacy that if I was in a relationship with anyone, and this foid were to want me, I would have to go back to her, part of me still believes that. She was purposefully toying with me I'm sure, she had told her friends conflicting things about her real thoughts on me. My fucking want of her got so bad, I Will came on in the hallway in my airpods on the way to class, and I began balling in the hallway. Part of me believes I was doing it to myself to have something going on in life, but I know it was just a force pulling me towards her that I couldn't control. It sounds so stupid, but we had both never been in a relationship or had a first kiss, and we were both putting our guards up, acting non chalant. I should've pressed getting a romance going more. After walking her to class, playing roblox with her and her little sister until the AM's, and driving her to school, I was totally hooked on her. One day, me and my jacked bestfriend (used to mog me), along with Mia and Sofia (my friend wanted to fuck) were at my house playing chicken in freezing cold water. It was everything for me, I would've gone home that night and cried tears of joy, but to her I guess not. I think I got frame mogged so hard by my boy that she lost any attraction to me, all I had was a "cute" face; And he was a year older, state deadlift holder, and non chalant. She had apparently whispered to Sofia that she thinks that my friend had kissable lips, and she hoped I didn't have a crush on her. I didn't know what to do, but I played it cool and we took them home immediately after. I never slept that night and my best friend of six years who had just mogged me to gandy sinkhole was apologizing profusely when it wasn't even his fault. It was the hypergamous foid, and my own. I was never so depressed, Sofia eventually noticed and took me to a hangout she was having with some of her friends. Enter Drugs.
I had known this girl (call her Mia) since fifth grade and there wasn't a year that went by where I didn't feel magnetically attracted to her. By some stroke of luck I had become really close friends with her best friend (call her Sofia) at the time. I was sort of the gay bestfriend to Sofia, but I really believe I was something else to Mia. We spoke on snapchat for about half a year. She was psychologically tormenting me, using every trick in the book to make me obsess and then depressed. She was who I painted the lyrics to The Beatles "I Will" for on a hand-carved, wooden mantle idfk. I had connected everything I was learning about love and music and prophecy to her, I truly believed she was the love of my life. It was so schizophrenic of me and I was well aware, but like now, I believed I could do anything. So months of fighting for Mia's attention, I had managed to stay up till 3am playing fortnite with her (I tried so hard to carry her, but the best we got was second, if only). I wrote songs and sonnets for her (that she never heard nor saw), just to express my feelings. I had also told Stacy that if I was in a relationship with anyone, and this foid were to want me, I would have to go back to her, part of me still believes that. She was purposefully toying with me I'm sure, she had told her friends conflicting things about her real thoughts on me. My fucking want of her got so bad, I Will came on in the hallway in my airpods on the way to class, and I began balling in the hallway. Part of me believes I was doing it to myself to have something going on in life, but I know it was just a force pulling me towards her that I couldn't control. It sounds so stupid, but we had both never been in a relationship or had a first kiss, and we were both putting our guards up, acting non chalant. I should've pressed getting a romance going more. After walking her to class, playing roblox with her and her little sister until the AM's, and driving her to school, I was totally hooked on her. One day, me and my jacked bestfriend (used to mog me), along with Mia and Sofia (my friend wanted to fuck) were at my house playing chicken in freezing cold water. It was everything for me, I would've gone home that night and cried tears of joy, but to her I guess not. I think I got frame mogged so hard by my boy that she lost any attraction to me, all I had was a "cute" face; And he was a year older, state deadlift holder, and non chalant. She had apparently whispered to Sofia that she thinks that my friend had kissable lips, and she hoped I didn't have a crush on her. I didn't know what to do, but I played it cool and we took them home immediately after. I never slept that night and my best friend of six years who had just mogged me to gandy sinkhole was apologizing profusely when it wasn't even his fault. It was the hypergamous foid, and my own. I was never so depressed, Sofia eventually noticed and took me to a hangout she was having with some of her friends. Enter Drugs.
(Background) Second Semester, Sophomore Year:
At this meet up, I met a couple really cool people, at least on the surface. I smoked weed for the first time in about a year (chiefed a cart once first semester of Freshman year) and met all these juniors at the time. I thought I was pretty cool hanging out with these guys. I drowned my sorrow from the evil Mia in an ungodly amount of marijuana and alcohol. It was the only thing that could distract me. Pretty soon I was hanging out with these guys everyday after school smoking weed in the parking lot, then driving out to a forest in the middle of nowhere to smoke some more, went back to this one guys apartment and smoked some more, got home 6 hours after school ended and went to sleep. That was my life on repeat for maybe five months. Living in it was awesome, but the long term effects of that, I don't want to think about that. These guys became my best friends and I'd spend every waking moment with them. After gaining back some confidence, growing my hair out a bit, changing up my style, listening to Britpop, and starting to do some skincare, I gave a shot with Mia another go. We went to country dance together along with Sofia, Sofia drove because before going I decided that I should be low inhib to rizz; So I turned on Pumping Iron and downed at least six whiteclaws or some trash I found in my outside fridge. In line waiting to get in, it was over before we entered. I had fallen over as an incoherent slop and thought it was funny, Sofia told me, "you're scaring Mia". That brought me back to reality quick, so as you can imagine I was suffering in the booth the whole night while Mia met some guy she apparently liked. So I had finally gotten me answer, it's over with that. Now that these foids are off my mind, I can dedicate my full time to smoking weed, and smoke weed I did. I was tearing through a cart every two days, turning up to class late (but mogging), failing my classes. Everybody knew me now as a stoner, nobody wants to be friends with the stoner. So I leaned on my new stoner friends and they supported me. If our relationships weren't built around a substance, we would've been the most unshakable friends. One night, me and my best friend went to a party that my friend group was having, and a very close friend of mine (call him Tom), had brought over his girlfriend (call her aldi, LMTB with makeup, MLTN without) for whatever reason. Our interaction was brief just a hello and when I noticed she was being really quiet and Tom was in the blinker closet, I had made a small joke to make her feel more welcome. Tom and Aldi left for the night and everything resumed as normal. On the way back with my bsf, he had only said "Tom's gf is actually kinda cute" and I agreed. Not a thought of her goes by during the weekend. On Monday during lunch, I was walking to my table and saw her in line, I was friendly to everyone always, it wasn't anything unusual for me to remember a name or say hello, and so I did, "Hi Aldi". Fast forward a week or so, Tom is driving me home from school and Aldi is in the car. We're talking about random shit and he goes "We should set him up with Corrina (her bsf)". She agrees and so, being my obsessive self, I start getting deep into research. I have an in who is Aldi, and so I text her asking about Corrina. I make her fit my dream woman model and so I lowkey attempted looksmaxxing before I knew what it was. I asked Aldi what are some ways to appeal more to girls and she told me about eyelashes, so I bought an eyelash curler, eyeliner, and clear mascara. The first sus thing I had done was coordinated with Aldi for her to put eyeliner on me before school started so I could see what it looked like. So we met in the library and she did. Small things like this began to evolve into bigger problems for myself like her asking to take photos of me doing these poses like Damon Albarn (from the Britpop band Blur I was really into, and she was into his other project Gorillaz), and even dropping in on her classes because she was "bored". At this point, I had nothing more than friendship in mind with her and I wanted her friend Corrina, but she clearly didn't feel the same way. I say clearly, but I had been friends with so many girls at this point just as friends and nothing more that I didn't see anything wrong with it, even if it was my close friends girlfriend. So my idiocy and tendency to miss signs, I didn't draw a boundary. Fast forward, and there's a lot of texting between us about music or really anything, all day long. It got to a point where my friends began to notice when on Tom's birthday, we were all eating at Chilis, and Aldi was texting me asking when we were going to pick her up. Tom was ignoring her, he really wasn't a great boyfriend, but it doesn't matter. I had told her that we were eating right now and didn't know when we would be getting her, she had apparently not heard from him for hours and was ready and waiting for a couple hours, "why would he do this to me" "im so hurt", all that nonsense. I had shown my friend that I just doxxed Tom and he got angry at me for texting Aldi. She was blowing up my phone complaining to me while I was trying to get her not to tell Tom that I had exposed him and she agreed, so I ignored. She told him that night and Tom assured me he didn't care and it was an accident so I didn't have to worry. Me and him began to grow closer as friends, and Aldi was always around him whenever we hung out. She told me that he "tests" his friends this way. Fucking weird, but apparently I was failing. I was sitting in the backseat with Aldi as the whole friend group was crammed into one car with Tom driving (he wanted one of the guys up front cause he had a vape), and the bitch poked me in the ribs. In a playful way she fucking poked me. I was under the heavy influence of drugs and had no critical thinking skills, and started fucking tickling her back. Nobody said anything until I got home and was pressed in the groupchat. I didn't realize what I had done was so wrong and I was actually sorry to Tom about it, he said he didn't care, meanwhile the friend group was pissed. Me and Aldi eventually agree it would be best if we stopped talking so much, but instead of agreeing to the terms I proposed of not texting, she begged me, saying I was her only real friend. I was a big softy as established, and I agreed to her terms instead. She turned chats to delete immediately and deleted me as her friend whenever Tom was around. I felt really uncomfortable by this point, and I practically asked Tom to tell me to stop talking to her so I had a good enough justification in my mind to drop someone I considered a friend. He still said that he did not care. The relationship that me and Aldi had been developing was apparently overflowing into every conversation they had together. This bitch is a straight psycho and it should never be confused with her being anything but that. She purposefully brought me up in conversation in order for him to distance himself from her. Up to this point, she had orchestrated at every step along the way, actions that would push me and Tom closer together so she could in turn hitch along with him to spend more time with me, while simultaneously making Tom dangerously jealous of me, and putting their own relationship on the ice with tension. So eventually I had planned to hangout with Tom twice; she had joined the first one at the last moment to watch The Godfather at my house, and another time insisted that while me and Tom were hanging out, we BOTH go to her house for a pool party she had supposedly been planning that Tom forgot about (doubt it). In my hindsight, it's as if she was showing her ability to control two guys, two close friends, to her parents. Now at this pool party, me and Tom were playing soccer and I was styling on him (I'm Scottish), he was glazing me saying "you're one of those guys whose hair gets better when you go in the pool". He sat in the corner after I cooked him and didn't say a word to me or her, just stared at the ground. He hopped on his phone and they texted although they were right next to each other. We eventually left and when I got home, Aldi sent me the texts between them. He was saying, "He's literally better than me in every way", "I hate him he does it on purpose", "You love him". These didn't click for me as my friend is suffering emotional anguish because of my actions, I thought he was being a crybaby. She asks me to call because apparently Tom wasn't going to "fall asleep on call" with her and she does it every night and wouldn't be able to sleep without it, fucking bitch reading this back to myself boils my blood. I initially said no, but I succumbed to her pressure and agreed as long as nothing was said and we remained on mute. The night passes, the next morning she tells me on snap that they decided to go on a break for a week. Now my friend group was rightfully pissed at me seeing all the time and shit I've been spending with Aldi even with Tom there. So for the first time in months and months I didn't do anything that saturday, and I was craving some smoke. Tom had brought up the fact that he had given Aldi one of his carts just a few days earlier, so I had a bright idea. I was replying to whatever she was saying and I subtly brought up the fact I was fiening. She said "I have the cart. I'll let you hit it if you come over." Wait. She wants me to come over to her house...alone? This seems rather strange. All I wanted was weed. However, if I'm staying over, I can hit the yart all night...okay cool. So I go to her house, sneak in through the garage, I'm in her closet successfully faded watching some shit on Netflix. She brought me a bunch of snacks and drinks and shit like a slave and while I was falling asleep she played "Something Stupid" by Frank Sinatra and AT THAT POINT, not a fucking second earlier, it clicked what she was doing, last words before I fell asleep were "that's not fair". I woke up in the middle of the night and knew I had to go home and so I did, but before I left, God what's wrong with me, she put on a fucking sad face and asked for a hug. I hugged her, not sensually, almost like a pat. I WAS NOT INTO HER. I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me. I had the best friends in the world. So on Sunday I was at my friends apartment with Tom as well smoking and I had rode my bike there for some reason. I had the munchies BAD and knew my house wouldn't have food. Based on the last encounter, I believed I sort of had a resource in Aldi. I could use her for weed, what else could I use her for? I ask if she has any food and she says she has some pancakes. LFG. So I leave my friends apartment and I ride my bike down to Aldi's house and there she is when I turn up, with pancakes waiting for me standing out on the driveway. I took the pancakes, and while I was about to ride off but she was negging me trying to get me to sneak in again, a car appears. It's Tom and my friend who's apartment I just left. They see me and slam on the brakes, then skid off at fifty mph. I was fucking frozen with fear and shame and guilt and everything. I started crying because I had realized that was it, the friendships were ruined all because I was a selfish idiot. She tries to give me a hug and I tell her to get off me. I told her it was her fault so she tries to fix it and gives me her cart. She lies to him and says I was just getting my flip flops I had left there at the pool party. Meanwhile, her sister gives me a ride home and drops me off at a friends house nearby. I tell my good friend, who's part of the friend group, everything that I'm saying now, the whole truth. He understands and lets me use him in my alibi, that I was on my way in that direction to see hangout with him and it was just a pit stop at Aldi's. This way, it seemed like I wasn't crying and plotting at Aldi's house for an hour and a half (they were apparently waiting to see me on my bike, but I left in her sisters car so they didn't see me), and it was truly just to pick up flip flops. However, the whole in the plan was that before he had known about the flip flop alibi, he was interrogated by some of the friends and they were able to deduce that I had her cart with me and didn't have any flip flops. At this point it was too late to lie any further, so we both chalked it up to his memory, and I admitted she gave me Tom's gift of a cart, which became a real problem for Tom. The controversy caused them to officially break up, rightfully so, I would've too. Now my whole life was crashing down and this bitch was still hammering it on me, that she was so sad and lonely and just wanted someone to talk to. I tried not talking to her, but eventually had to in order to coordinate the lies to save what was left of my ass. She says that now, "at least we don't have to sneak around". Very fucking implicit of her. It vibrates my brain today, I'm so disappointed in myself. And then she does it. The classic foid sex play. She says she would give me head. Out of nowhere. She says she would suck my penis if we went out to the movies. I had never kissed a girl and she's offering me this. While my friends are deciding what to do with me, I'm offered sex. FML. I agreed and we didn't end up doing that, but she did steal my first kiss at the theater. Crooked teeth recessed elf looking bitch. A day or two later I can't take it anymore and invite Tom to my house for a one on one talk. He comes and we have a heart to heart about everything. I wish I could say this is where I cut it off, but it's not.
Summer After Sophomore Year:
My friends unanimously agreed that I should be excommunicated from the group and so I was. I just lost all my friends because I was susceptible to a manipulative foid. I wasn't speaking to Aldi for a few days when she texts me about how she's not doing well not speaking to me. This is when she says, "I mean at this point we might as well start dating." I couldn't respond to that because I did not want to. Even at this point she wasn't a love interest for me. I was a victim of temptations and she knew I was young and inexperienced (I had just turned 16 atp and she was 18). I didn't know what to do. Then she starts doing all the pressure bullshit saying she had told her mom I was coming over and that she was just so alone. I was alone and I didn't want to feel like I was after I had just lost the best friends of my life. So I began speaking to her more, agreeing to her nightly call routine. And the same day she said we should start dating, and note I had said nothing to that, she said I love you. I'd never had a relationship before, she was my only happiness after losing my friends, I know it was my fault, but it was a slope that i was never meant to slide down. I had a million thoughts buzzing around, and I said it back. How is this alright for a legal adult to mentally anguish me like this. She took full advantage of my situation. A few days after, I was on course to go on vacation to Europe. Her dad was really inconveniently on the same plane as myself. So she asked him for a ticket, and just like that she infiltrated my family vacation. We met up in London and she's a fucking retard and got her phone snatched, took an edible, and made an awful impression in front of my parents who already heavily disliked her. Now my parents are Scottish and therefore also heavy drinkers. When we were in Germany, my dad was being very cruel for no reason. His cortisol maintains a deathly rate. He really ruined my time there as I was always at the butt of his abuse. I got through all this sadness by being distracted by this fake new thing in my life I'd never felt before that I called love, it wasn't of course. She was very controlling of me from the very beginning, saying she was writing my letters everyday (shitty sticky notes saying the same shit, rly annoying), texting me 24/7, and when I didn't have connection she would just ramble about herself and always include at the end that she was expecting me to respond to everything she had included because she "took the effort to type". Now we're in Scotland, and my world comes crashing down on me. My parents, a pair of dysfunctional alcoholics who I have to share a room with are arguing over no reason, my dad started it. He had handed me a beer a minute previously and so I was going to open it to distract from their arguing. I didn't want it to explode so I did the centrifugal force trick and spun it around on the table. My dad sees this and scoffs, "look at you. fucking gay boy. spinning your beer like a fucking dick.", i respond "I dont want it to explode", "SHUT UP! Don't talk back to me! you cheeky cunt. you think you're tough aye? you'd think you'd have learnt your lesson when that boy gave you a hidin last year." At this point I was fuming, I was jumped in freshman year by two fat upperclass country kids, thats what he's referring to. "what's their names? ___ and ___?" My mom didn't say anything to defend me. I couldn't speak, my voice was frozen completely, I was in shock my dad would say that to me. He knew how traumatic of an experience that was for me, the whole situation in freshman year was fucked and totally unjustified to begin with. It had left me mentally scarred for about a year before I started doing muay thai. I didn't say anything and I left, I went to go lie down in some random hallway in the corner of the hotel. A few hours later, two security guards find me and take me back to my incoherent mother. She doesn't say how she's sorry my dad said that or that it'll be okay, she pities herself, "well you know he just blamed me and said I'm a shit mother". I kid you not, not one word of sympathy from my mother about this. Anyways we go into my sisters' room and I'm lying down bubbling in bed heartbroken, thinking to myself about how karma will hit my dad like a bitch. Sure enough it did. That night I learned some life altering news about my mother. To this day I can't get the words out of my mouth nor fingers. But it shattered me completely. At this point I had no mother or father to me, all I had was Aldi. So I leaned on her hard for the next few days, I didn't speak a word or make eye contact with anyone other than my little sister for three days. I had been caught in the middle of this nuclear bomb, and I had the detonation key. I didn't get to come to a decision on what I should do before my mother, who had just told me three year old cousins to fuck off as she crawls down the street after ten bottles of wine, revealed the news herself. She attempted to blame me saying that I was being horrible for her, not speaking to her for days, and I'm just a drunk idiot, and I didn't know anything. It didn't work out for her genius attempt and my family was over from then to modern day. I return from vacation to a broken home and instead of doing what I should've done and supporting my little sister, I spent every waking moment with Aldi to get away from the pain. She had complete control over me and she knew it because I had nowhere else to go. She included herself like a parasite into every aspect of my life, I couldn't have an independent thought. To make it worse she was a total gremlin ugly foid without makeup with nothing going for her, no brain, no body, no future. But I was really weak and there was nothing else I had power to do. I spent most days and nights of that summer at her house.
First Semester Junior Year:
Entering my junior year now, I have to return to school and share it with my ex-friends. I've been socially outcasted from everyone who was connected to my old friends, rightfully so. I did not care though. At this point I wasn't shy about anything. I felt like I was in the right, I saved Aldi from an absent boyfriend and she saved me from roping (barely). I had obviously nobody except her, and she would make it very clear by being with me every waking moment during passing period or study block or whenever she could leave class. Made it really hard for me to realize how toxic it was. Not to mention my childhood dog and new kitten, on top of everything I was already going through, had just died. One day I pass Tom in the hallway and see him out the corner of my eye, keep looking straight ahead and I begin to smirk. He saw it at the end and said "bitch." Not loud and proud, almost a whisper. But it was enough to enrage me. Aldi was everything to me because I had nothing else. And her past was stained by her relationship with Tom. They never had sex, but from Tom's side he told me a lot about whatever they were doing before I even knew her. So that always made me pretty annoyed. He had texted me over the summer because of some drama about him and his friends making messages from a random number that was meant to be Aldi telling some guy he's cute or wtv, it was fake but we did talk about this during the summer. He wasn't even that angry at me, he was responding, accused me of some shit I didn't do and even apologized for assuming it was me. But the chat ended with him saying he would stab me and I said that I was going to whoop him. So there was more beef going on, and then Aldi tells me what he said to her. According to her, he shouted "Whore!" at her in the hallway. This was on a friday so I had two days to plot. She said to me "I want you to do something about this", and that was the push I needed. All my emotions from sophmore year and the summer were finally at a bottleneck. She told me when I should bump into him and fight him and everything so I was prepared. I skipped first and waited for him to cross my path on his way to second period. Note literally ten minutes before, all Aldi texts me is "i have an uneasy feeling about this", not don't do it. So we fought and I beat him badly in front of everyone. I had stolen my friends girlfriend then beat him up. It didn't even click to me then what I had done. It was less about him and more so about my emotional capacity overflowing. Now I get sent to alternative school for three months, kicked out of AP classes, worked to death in my backyard every single day. And this foid tells me, "I told you not to". She blames me and says that I created a roadblock in our relationship. It was at this point when I began to realize what I had done, how she had been manipulating me, and what exactly she's doing FOR me. Those three months in alternative gave me a good amount of time to reflect. When I got out it was near the end of the semester.
Second Semester Junior Year:
Now at this point, we've just finished winter break and all that endless drama. Stacy drove past us while we were walking around the park on New Years and Aldi was on the phone with her dad. She stopped and I said hi. Aldi proceeded to go home and didn't speak to me for three days. To put it into better perspective how insane she was, I called Chapell Roan (idk how to spell her dyke ass name) ugly, and she blocked me for two weeks straight. I have voicemails of her sounding like jeff the killer asking if I'm having gay sex with my friend because we were exploring a haunted civil war site in a forest. So I'm beginning to realize all the pain and bearing she places on my life. She's permanently damaged my high school social and academic future. She it spiking my cortisol every time she speaks it's all just about how I'm a manwhore and don't care about her. This is because I begin to take muay thai more seriously, I began in freshman year so it's three years on right now and I'm preparing to fight. I don't have time for her and there's no ROI on being with her. She has no job, no solid college admissions (only low tier ones in London becuz that's where we said we'd live 
i live in texas), for all the money her dad spends on a tutor she can at best get a 26act, and she's still so fucking ugly. It clicked to me just before summer started, there is no reason I should be with her. She has been a tornado in my life and I need to leave before I end up like her; recessed, retarded, ethnic, subhuman, witch. Now at this time I started to turn to other outlets for my struggling. I found Jesus and he helped me so much. She mocked this heavily and I realized, she's a jezebel. Whenever I brought this up she'd attempt to get hypersexual and I'd say no. On Valentines day for example, she appealed to her own MOTHER to let me into her room to fornicate "because it's valentines day". I personally had no idea that this is the law on Valentines days, but she certainly thought it was. I refused and she cried profusely. She started saying "my own boyfriend doesnt want to have sex with me on valentines day" "you really hate me" "am i that disgusting" "i cant believe you're doing this to me". This is sexual coercion, and I wouldn't fall for anymore of her bullshit. That weekend I stayed the night because she demanded even though originally I was just there for a bit and my parents expected me to be home. She did her thing and started screaming and crying for me to stay and tried to have sex with me again but I refused still. Then comes the morning my phone's blown up from my dad, "you've screwed it for yourself" "nice one". So I rush up to leave and she's grabbing me telling me to stay just a little longer and I'm firm telling her to fuck off, she doesn't listen. She chases me out the door and asked for a kiss and I just ignore her, wish I had said goodbye to the dogs though. On my way home I realize what I have to do and I'm blasting "Everything is Awesome" from the Lego Movie. So I'm sentient for the first time in two years nearly, I need to break free from this demon. When I get home my dad's already gone so the bulk of the problems are gone, I call Aldi and tell her we're done, right then and there. The most intelligent move I made the whole relationship. God gave me guidance and it worked marvelously.
i live in texas), for all the money her dad spends on a tutor she can at best get a 26act, and she's still so fucking ugly. It clicked to me just before summer started, there is no reason I should be with her. She has been a tornado in my life and I need to leave before I end up like her; recessed, retarded, ethnic, subhuman, witch. Now at this time I started to turn to other outlets for my struggling. I found Jesus and he helped me so much. She mocked this heavily and I realized, she's a jezebel. Whenever I brought this up she'd attempt to get hypersexual and I'd say no. On Valentines day for example, she appealed to her own MOTHER to let me into her room to fornicate "because it's valentines day". I personally had no idea that this is the law on Valentines days, but she certainly thought it was. I refused and she cried profusely. She started saying "my own boyfriend doesnt want to have sex with me on valentines day" "you really hate me" "am i that disgusting" "i cant believe you're doing this to me". This is sexual coercion, and I wouldn't fall for anymore of her bullshit. That weekend I stayed the night because she demanded even though originally I was just there for a bit and my parents expected me to be home. She did her thing and started screaming and crying for me to stay and tried to have sex with me again but I refused still. Then comes the morning my phone's blown up from my dad, "you've screwed it for yourself" "nice one". So I rush up to leave and she's grabbing me telling me to stay just a little longer and I'm firm telling her to fuck off, she doesn't listen. She chases me out the door and asked for a kiss and I just ignore her, wish I had said goodbye to the dogs though. On my way home I realize what I have to do and I'm blasting "Everything is Awesome" from the Lego Movie. So I'm sentient for the first time in two years nearly, I need to break free from this demon. When I get home my dad's already gone so the bulk of the problems are gone, I call Aldi and tell her we're done, right then and there. The most intelligent move I made the whole relationship. God gave me guidance and it worked marvelously.Summer After Junior Year:
Within four months of breaking up with the wrecking slut, I've had my first and following six muay thai fights and won a National Championship. My home life hasn't gotten any better, but I'm much more able to cope being alone. Moral of the story and lesson learned, don't date, women are useless anyways.
This saga ended around a year ago this month and I just thought to post a good story on here, straight out of a movie. First long thread I've ever written so it could certainly be better done, but thank you if you read.
TL;DR GPT
Sophomore year, the narrator spirals emotionally over unrequited crushes, gets heavily into drugs, and becomes entangled with a close friend’s girlfriend. She slowly crosses boundaries, isolates him from his friends, fuels jealousy, and manipulates situations until he loses his entire friend group. Over the summer and into junior year, she becomes his only support while his family life collapses, making him emotionally dependent. She pressures him into a relationship, controls his time, escalates conflicts with his former friend, and pushes him into a fight that gets him sent to alternative school. After months of reflection, growing religious conviction, and realizing the relationship is toxic and coercive, he finally breaks up with her. Post-breakup, he channels his life into Muay Thai, regains control, and finds stability through discipline—concluding the experience as a harsh lesson about vulnerability, boundaries, and manipulation.
“first time using niche terms” ahh
