I Broke it Off
She was out of town for a week with her mother, and her last paycheck was coming in from the job she’d just gotten fired from. She asked me to go to their house and check on her cat, as well as look to see if the check had come in the mail yet. I find the cat, snap a pic, and check the mailbox. Nothing there. Alright, whatever, I guess I’ll leave.
Then, her grandmother sees me from across the street—yes, she owned the house across the street from the family. She says it’s cool if I go in the house, since they know me by this point. Okay, cool. I’ll just see if it came recently, and her dad had picked it out of the mailbox. Nope, not in the pile in the living room. Okay. Whatever. I leave.
Two days later, I get a text about how her family is freaking out because somebody went in the house. I ask why they freak out, since I went in the house and her family knew I did. Cue freaking out and accusing me of abusing their trust to break in while they’re gone. Even though I had permission…
A week passes, the whole while I’m getting constant texts about how I’m a piece of trash for not respecting their privacy, and that her dad had video of me going into the room where they kept their guns—even though I had no idea at the time they even HAD such a room. Also, claiming that I never had permission to enter. After a week of this, she FINALLY asks her grandma, who confirms my story that I’ve been saying the whole time.
And then she expects me to act like nothing happened. I was afraid I was going to get thrown in jail for a false claim when I was trying to be a good boyfriend! I tried to keep going, but I quickly realized that over that week I’d lost all sense of love and trust I felt for her. So I broke it off.
Story credit: Reddit / facemanperson