( I am sorry, I don't know which flair applies, so I chose general)

I don't really know where to start. I am new to reddit, so please forgive me if I made any mistakes along the way. I did my best to read and follow the rules.

I just want to share my story with you folks, because I think it's not good to bottle up my feelings about it. I am 25 years old, from Europe and this is how one woman managed to destroy and take everything I had from me. But for context's sake, I am going to start a little bit earlier.

Back in 2010, just a month before my 18th birthday, my father died aged 48 due to a heart attack. My mum and me found him dead in his bed and tried to cpr him until the ambulance arrived, but to no avail. I had a fight with him earlier that morning and after exchanging some petty insults, I said "I hate you, I hope you die". Those were my last words to my father. I went into a full on depression and started simultanously studying and working in the IT sector. I was having suicidal thoughts from time to time, isolated myself because I thought that I am annoying everybody. Started smoking pot and drinking as well. I spent a lot of my free time on my PC either chatting or playing video games. Mid-2011, while chatting online, I met this girl from Australia.

We started playing video games together and neither of us had any romantic intentions at first. She was in a relationship, I was utterly destroyed and a sobbing pile of sadness. This went on for a few months.

In the meantime, I went through all the troubles associated with inheritence. My family owned a 3 story house with garden, so you could say I was pretty well off for somebody who got out of school just a year before, but I didn't want to have anything to do with the house. I didn't want to live there, at least for a while. So I sold my part of the house to my mother for, in hindsight, a pretty low price. But to me that seemed alright. My lawyer didn't object. And I didn't think that my family would **** me over like that, especially not after all that happened. So I took the money, and decided I want to go on a vacation. I needed to get away so badly.

So back to that Australian and fast forward to April 2012. By now, we were really close, she broke up with her partner and we decided that because I want to have a vacation anyways, I could stay with her. So i bought the tickets, got a visa and went off to australia. I took a few thousand AUD with me to sustain myself. The vacation went well, we were a couple, and I felt happy for the first time since my dad died. I came back just in time for my fathers second obit.

While I was in Australia, my mum met a guy who convinced her to abuse her letter of authority for my bank account. The house was sold. I was on the streets and had barely any money left. So I decided that my goal would be to move to Australia, to live with the one person who seemed to understand and appreciate me. I went back in early 2013, kicked the drinking and the drugs, got approved for permanent residency and had a work permit. We ended up living in a nice house with a small plot of land, together with 2 dogs. We both worked and life was all good and well.

I was happy. I found a home.

Then something changed. My Partner started hanging out with one of her friends a lot more than before. Her friend was an adamant self proclaimed "feminist" who had a problem with me because i once said that women are not as opressed in the first world as she made it out to be. At first, I didn't really care. Then my Partner grew cold and distant. I was suspicious and thought that she might be cheating on me. She worked in a deli and started doing replacement shifts really far away. At times she wouldn't be home for a couple of weeks. She assured me that everything was alright. Then I got a Mail, telling me that my Visa got denied, so I had to leave the country. She assured me that everything would be alright, telling me she loves me and kissing me goodbye at the airport. The plan was that I leave the country, spend 2 weeks in Europe and then come back and request the visa again. Turns out that when I reached my transfer destination, she already cleaned out our bank accounts. Broke up with me while my flight was taking off.

Turns out, her "feminist" friend convinced her to leave me because I was oppressing her by earning a lot more than her. She met some new guy about 3 months before she ****ed with my visa application to get me deported. Apparently she also tried intercepting the mail, so I'd end up in detention but luckily enough that didn't happen.

So there I was, late 2014. Homeless, without any money, winter just around the corner. I burned all bridges in order to get to Australia. The moment I realised what had happened, I contemplated ending it all. No family to return to, no home.

So a few months after that I managed to get an Apartment in a crime hub. I completely broke down. Crippling depression, alcohol, drugs. I stopped drinking and doing drugs, but the sadness never goes away.

I am sorry if that wall of text is confusing. I just had to share this with somebody. If things keep going the way they are right now, I might not be able to do so in the future. Thanks.