This takes place about a year and a half ago, before I was red-pilled, and concluded a few days ago with new information from my mother.

I briefly dated a girl who had extreme psychological issues and was nothing short of an inflamed twat. Hot as all fucking hell, but nuttier than squirrel shit. She's a year younger than me, went to the same university as me, but we met when she took a job at my mother's work. She had a boyfriend at the time, but as soon as that ended (he too was crazier than a shoeshine in a shit storm) I jumped on it.

We dated for a bit until she went full on Xanax-popping white girl and killed it out of the blue. The funny thing is the whole time she latched onto me like a needy puppy, was ridiculously aggressive in terms of attraction, and asked to join me on several solo adventures that I had planned... then had the gall to say I came on too strong. The entire arrangement was kept under wraps until I came clean to my mother, who suspected something was up and asked me about it. She then confronted her, who then lied about the whole thing and ran to the creepy middle-aged bosses who only hired her for her looks and said I was harassing her.

Now Mom had been dealing with some petty shit at work from a younger female coworker who also got her position for her Holy V, and this bitch leapt at the opportunity for more ammunition on my mother. The next 6 months were hell for me and my family. The bosses treated Mom like shit, which then spilled over to home straining my parents' marriage. The other female coworker had always hated Mom for her inability to control and boss her around, and used this to poison the bosses against her.

I texted the girl a few times asking what the hell was going on, but to no avail. I shrugged and carried on. So every two weeks or so I would go say hi to Mom at work and go get lunch with her, requiring me to stop by the office for purely bureaucratic reasons. And for some reason I noticed that everyone would stare at me and the receptionist would whip out her phone and quickly send a text. I came to learn that they were warning the girl that I was there and she would run and hide until I left. When I found this out I called her and reamed her fucking ass so hard it would've triggered Headmistress Trunchbull.

At this the girl ran to the bosses again and said I was stalking her, and naturally they believed her. I was forbidden to ever set foot there again. I didn't find this out until I finally pressed Mom as to why she kept blowing me off for lunch. I was livid. This was the final straw and Mom walked into their office and handed her resignation. She had been wanting to quit for years due to the poisonous environment but this was a step too far.

Fast forward to now, 16 months later. I've been red-pilled since then. I have to live with the guilt of being complicit in what happened and have definitely put forth the effort to make amends. I now live 1400 miles away with a great job in a great city and she's... not doing so hot.

She recently got busted for sleeping with a married cop whose wife confronted her at work. She was leaving for grad school about this time anyway so sadly she likely wasn't fired. But conversations between Mom's new boss and old boss (who are good friends; old boss gave her a great recommendation as penance) showed that the truth finally came out about this girl's (as if this is an anomaly haha) manipulative behavior and psychotic tendencies. But now everyone knows what kind of classless, revolting person she truly is. I doubt she'll ever be able to show her face in that town again.

I regret my part in the whole thing, but learned my lesson the hard way. I'm completely honest about the fact that I fucked up and others paid the price. That's something I'll carry with me forever. But I got red-pilled, gainfully employed, and learned a lot about myself. I will never make that mistake again and am glad for the life lesson that A) you never stick your dick in crazy and B)...

All. Women. Are. Like. That.

EDIT: Some clarity, I was getting lunch with my mother not the girl.