Good Luck
I dated a girl in college, and several red flags came up that I had failed to see. Like, if I ever looked at my phone when I was with her, she’d ask me who I was texting. She called me names when she thought I was spending too much time with my friends, even though I spent almost every waking and sleeping hour with her.
She started fights with me just to make up. When I was working on my thesis, she was upset with me. When I asked her why she said it was because I wasn’t paying enough attention to her. Once, my phone battery was dead for over an hour. I charged it, and it lit up with over 50 text messages that went on for 10 minutes.
My roommates sat me down and pointed out everything that was wrong with her one night. While they were telling me all this, she called me. What I found out next was chilling. It turns out that she was outside of the living room window listening to the whole conversation. It was so creepy. After breaking up with her, we ran into each other where I worked.
Within a week, she was back to show me her new boyfriend. I simply smiled and said, “that’s nice.” I turned to her boyfriend, shook his hand, and told him, “good luck.” Story credit: Reddit / Scorch089