It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about a teenager in their first relationship ever, or a grown adult who is married. The undeniable truth is that relationships can cause people to go a little crazy from time to time. Whether it’s because they are young and immature, or the person they’re dating has pushed them to the brink, or they’re prone to bad decision-making. Everyone knows someone who has gone a little overboard in the name of love—or against it—whether it’s a secondhand story, or one from personal experience. In the stories below, people were kind enough to share their crazy girlfriend stories—whether they were the victim, or the crazy girlfriend themselves.
1. In Another Life
I made versions of us on The Sims and made us have a bunch of kids.
2. Dangerous Game
She called me and told me we need to speak, right now. Uh oh. So I dropped what I was doing and came over, and she dropped a bombshell on me—she was pregnant. Then, after the most stressful half hour of my life, she told me she wasn't actually pregnant and just wanted to see what I would do if she was. I opted out of that relationship immediately—by which I mean, I continued seeing her for another month before finally breaking up.
3. Prized Possessions
He had about $1,000 worth of my Blu-rays in his place and I'll be damned if I wasn't going to blow up his phone numerous times a day until he answered and gave them back to me.
4. Poor Choice of Words
My ex and I were arguing once. Now, she had a tendency to bring up old issues into the current argument, and I was finally fed up with it. I said, "You ever heard of forgive and forget?!" She said, "I forget, but I never forgive!" So, wait, does this mean she's mad at me, but has no idea why? That would explain so much about our relationship.
5. Well Played
I once dated a girl who hid butter in all my food because I once told her I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain weight. She proved me wrong. REALLY wrong.
6. High Risk, High Reward
I was kind of seeing this guy and he told me he was going on a road trip that would take him to another country in three months. I really liked him and knew we would only get to date a short time because of his trip. So, after a month I got a passport expedited JUST in case he asked me to go with him, I’d already have one. I started to sell my stuff also. Two weeks after my passport came in he asked if I wanted to go. We’re married now.
7. That Was Unexpected
Well, it’s not really a “crazy girlfriend” story, because it was only a crush. I worked at a supermarket on the registers, and this guy who worked at the store next door came in at the same time, same day every week. I ended up having a crush on him, despite never actually talking to him. I went to the store he worked at one day, his shift was just ending and the next person was taking over for him.
I asked his coworker what his name was and he told me. I ended up going on Facebook and typing in his first name, his workplace, and where we lived and I found his profile. After looking through all his pictures and being a complete weirdo, I made a fake account to add him on. He accepted. Long story short, that’s how I found out he was gay.
8. With Her Own Two Hands
I built a steel clamp—yes, I went to the machine shop and spent time designing a solid model, cutting, lathing, boring, sanding the thing—just so I could crush our three-year anniversary ring. You may wonder at some point why I didn't just use an already built clamp? Because I wanted to crush it in my own hands, and since I wasn't strong enough to do that, I figured a clamp made by my hands was good enough to feel like I was crushing it in my hands.
Why did I do it? He was secretly texting—and who knows what else—with a former love interest for over a year. How did I find out? He told me after drunkenly and sadly making out with this former love interest because he "missed me" as I spent the holiday in another country.
9. It Puts the Lotion on Its Skin
My ex had a sore on his leg and I had some cream I wanted him to use that would heal it. But the cream was a weird color and he didn’t want to put it on. I insisted that he should because it would literally heal it overnight, but he continuously refused and got annoyed. I finally snapped and started literally screaming at him to put the cream on and broke down in tears running to my room like a three-year-old. We broke up not long after for other unrelated issues but yeah. Not my proudest moment.
10. Fancy Meeting You Here
The guy I liked didn’t want to hang out that day, so I took the train to his neighborhood. He brought his friends to the train station after their band rehearsal like he always did. He saw me walking around and I told him that I just like to take walks in his area. It worked and I got to hang out with him because, you know, since I'm already there. I cringe just thinking about it, because he definitely knew. But to be fair I was 13. I wouldn't do it again nowadays.
11. Act Natural
I dated a guy in my neighborhood when I was 15 or 16 and I would "just happen" to be taking my dog for a walk across the neighborhood, by his house, multiple times on the off-chance he would see me and come outside. I'm very embarrassed, 12 years later.
12. It’s the Thought That Counts
The guy I dated in high school was my next door neighbor on a fairly short street. I would take runs back and forth down the street because he would text me when he saw me, saying I was looking good. Overall, hey, it got me to exercise, so no problem—until one time, I get a text saying, "Man you're looking hot today." I was inside my house and glanced out. My sister, who is four years older and was home from college for the weekend, was running. I just took the compliment.
13. When You Gotta Go
Found out my ex of three years had been cheating on me, had stolen money from my savings, and had stolen from my mother’s jewelry safe to give things to this other girl for months. I went out with my friends the following night. We all got a bit drunk and for some reason had to poop at the same time. We thought it was a good idea to poop on his car. So we walked to his house at 3 AM and we all left a little poop on different parts of the car. I am not proud, but I don’t regret it either.
14. Sick Burn
I burned his stuff and posted the picture of the fire on Facebook, then tagged him right in the center of the fire.
15. Snowball Effect
This just happened on Saturday night. We're long distance right now until May, and things are going super well, but I have awful anxiety. One of his friends from where he lives right now was having a birthday party, so him and all their friends went out bar-hopping that night. He made sure to tell me that he'd be out late and might not be able to text, so I was expecting it.
But four hours passed, then eight, and I got so worried. I trust him completely, so I didn't think he was with a girl. But I was scared he'd been hurt in an accident, or gotten alcohol poisoning or something. 12 hours have now passed and I'm hysterical. I've been messaging him every hour or so—I really tried to hold in my crazy—"Hey, I hope you're having a great night, I miss you."
The messages became increasingly panicked: "Hey, please will you let me know when you get home? I'm getting worried, haha." I mean, after just the nine-hour mark, I was mourning the loss of my best friend and partner. I was lying on my bed sobbing, willing him to message me, even just one word. I worried so much that my stomach hurt so bad I thought I'd throw up.
And even though I trust him completely, of course, depression and anxiety had to swoop in and say "I mean, since you're not good enough anyway, why WOULDN'T he go home with a hot girl?" So I didn't know whether to think he was dead or be angry at him for cheating. I cried for hours because there was nothing I could do about the situation, and I just had to wait.
Finally, 16 hours later, he messages me. He had turned his phone off to save the battery for the end of the night, when he needed Google Maps, and knowing the way he operates, the battery probably was at 60% when he left anyway. Then they all went out to eat, then got super drunk, walked around town, and he came home and immediately passed out. I was so relieved to know he was okay, and we video chatted the next day, but I never told him how badly I worried because I felt so crazy.
16. Detective Skills
I once searched "Photos liked by [Boyfriend’s Name]" on Facebook.
17. Torn Apart
My ex didn’t come home one too many times so I just snapped and ripped up all the photos of us and sprinkled the bits all over the bed. I also tore apart a little I love you teddy he gave me and left it on the bed to come home to. I felt like a crazy girlfriend the next day. And I’ve never actually admitted that to anyone.
18. Sneaky, Sneaky
I turned on the read receipts on his phone when he asked me to fix something else in his settings.
19. Extreme Makeover
After I caught my boyfriend cheating—in the apartment we lived in together—I cut the crotch out of two pairs of his favorite pants. When he put them on and saw what I had done, I told him I was trying to make life easier since he couldn’t seem to keep it in his pants anyway. I was 20 at the time.
20. Picky Eater
I was hormonal and PMS-ing and so my boyfriend brought me takeout from my favorite sub shop. I cried when I opened it because it was my favorite sub, but I didn't want my favorite—I wanted my second favorite sub.
21. Setting the Record Straight
I paid money to access my boyfriend’s court records because my mom had somehow convinced me he was lying about a certain court case that involved his ex. It turns out he was actually telling the truth. I was only skeptical because he has been known to embellish stories to make them more entertaining. This was while we were broken up for about two weeks, and I feel guilty about it all the time for even doubting him.
22. Misdirection
A friend of mine flew across the US, pretending to want to reconcile with her recent ex, in order to lock herself in the bathroom with his laptop and wipe the hard drive.
23. Childish Revenge
When I was 15, my boyfriend broke up with me so he could date another girl. I asked for a game back that I had loaned to him, and when I went to pick it up I dropped off a bunch of things that had been from our time together, including a little paper doily from Homecoming that had our names on it. I'd burned off his half of it. In my defense, I was 15, and that seemed perfectly normal at the time.
24. Hand Off
I found out my husband was cheating, so I went to his girlfriend's house with two trash bags of his shredded clothes and smashed cologne bottles inside, and a copy of our marriage certificate. I dropped it at her doorstep with a note saying, "He’s your problem now, enjoy."
25. Stalk Much
Many, many years ago my girlfriend was looking up old classmates online and found an email address to one or her guy friends. So, she emailed the person and said, “Are you the same John Doe that went to such and such high school at this time? I was searching for him and found your email address. If you are not him, please ignore,” or something to that effect.
The response she got back was from this dude’s wife—it wasn't the person she was looking for. The wife says "Why are you emailing my husband, who are you? What do you want?” all sorts of paranoid nonsense that would have easily been answered if she actually read her email.
26. All for Naught
Oh man, so I can’t say this is precisely a “crazy girlfriend” thing because we were just best friends and lovers for years—two to three at the time this story occurs—but I wanted to be. I started by internet-stalking him. His MySpace, Facebook—his pictures, his friends, his Notes—Livejournal, DeviantArt, and his blog. I was convinced I was his dream girl, and was determined to prove it.
I was still casually dating though, and had an OKCupid profile; he showed up on my list at a 95% match, my highest ever. I paid for A-List to be an invisible visitor and scoured his profile and its hundreds of answered questions. Read every book and watched every movie he mentioned—I actually ended up sincerely liking all of them, so silver lining—and casually started dropping them in conversation among others, so as not to tip him off.
I befriended his partners and exes for inside information, another accidental sincerity, as I’m still in contact with many of them, a decade later. I exclusively smoked his favorite brand of cigarettes and casually quoted his short stories, which I was fan-level familiar with. We got matching tattoos for my birthday one year and he has no idea I knew the tattoo he wanted a year before and started discussing my interests in a “totally unrelated” tattoo through that year.
The matching tattoos were “his” idea by the time my birthday rolled around. Short version—it worked, but we aren’t together. I do my best to never be that type of person, but the urge is still there. My fiancé and I had to work through it and ensure I hadn’t done that to him. This was ten years ago, and I still get the creeps at the thought of a guy doing that to—for—me.
27. As Literal as It Gets
After three years, he broke up with me via text. I sent him bull testicles so he could see what balls actually looked like. I mean, someone had to show him what he was missing.
28. What Friends Are For
My high school boyfriend ditched me on the night of my prom—just didn't come to pick me up, after I was all dressed up and ready to go—so he could go to his ex-girlfriend's house and hang out with her. My friends and their boyfriends all chipped in for my dinner so I could go out with them before the dance, but then I went home because I couldn't handle going to prom alone, knowing I'd been ditched.
After prom was over, my friends showed back up at my house with several cartons of eggs. We drove to the ex-girlfriend's house, found my boyfriend's prized Mustang, and egged it. Oh, it was also a convertible and had the roof down, so the eggs got all in the upholstery and stuff too. My best friend's boyfriend also apparently knifed the tires, though I didn't find out about that until later.
Looking back, it was a childish, mean thing to do. But man it felt good that night.
29. A Tad Overboard
We took my friend out to the casino for his birthday. He and his girl were having problems at the time, so she told him he could only stay out until 10 PM. 9:30 rolls around and she starts calling him to remind him that he needs to head home. One of my friends takes birthday boy's phone and turns it off. This is when the stuff hits the fan.
She proceeded to start calling all of our phones non-stop, from one friend to another, constantly. Anyone who would answer their phone would be met with an instant "Put birthday boy on the phone…" and a series of screamed profanities directed at the person who answered the phone. So, we all turned off our phones.
At about 10:45, she then started calling my family and contacts of everyone who was out and screaming at them telling them how terrible my friends were for having birthday boy out on his birthday. So, to stop the madness we took birthday boy home. When we got him back to his condo his ex-wife had pulled all the bedding off the bed and sliced up the mattress and pillows in the master bedroom.
Cut up and stabbed his clothes and left them in the backyard with the sliding door to his living room wide open. Sliced and stabbed his less-than-two-month-old couch in the living room. Smashed the glass in the pictures of them hanging up. Put his laptop in the kitchen sink and left the water running on the keyboard for us to find when we got to his house.
She had left for her sisters’ place and was not there when we got there. We helped him clean up and lock his place up. He called a locksmith to re-key his place the next day. A week later, she was moved back in with him.
30. More Than One Use
This didn't happen to me but a friend of mine, who was my roommate at the time. He cheated on his girlfriend. Well, his girlfriend came over in the morning to surprise him—and unbeknownst to her, the random girl in his bed. Next thing I know is she's screaming DIRTY, DIRTY, DIRTY, DIRTY over and over again. I peeked in the room just in time to see her squeezing the last few drops of laundry detergent all over him and the girl in his bed. He was my friend, but in that moment, she was my hero.
31. Blackout
I got broken up with. Four months later, I was out drinking nearby and phoned him up and basically told him, “I’m on my way.” He put up a small fight but in the end begrudgingly agreed. So I stop at home—was not driving—put on my new floral dress and wedges. Really. I looked nice. I then have a friend drop me off there. Oh, and I also had a huge bottle of vodka in my purse.
Despite being very inebriated already, I continued taking straight shots from it. I wake up alone in his bed and walk downstairs. The amount of hate in his eyes startled me. He began to explain how I had tried to pee in his closet and when confronted I cried and declared, “You don’t know what it’s like to be a pretty woman.” I left very swiftly after being told that. I don’t remember most of the night and never got the full story as he had virtually blocked me in every way imaginable.
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