I thought you guys might like this story. My last and final Ex was a real piece of work, when I first met her I was living on my own, had my own apartment and was just doing my thing.

Then enters Ex. When I first met her, she was so kind and considerate. She'd offer to do things like cook me dinner or clean my apartment while I was at work, even though I never asked her to.

It took about a year, but we decided to move in together, before this, she was living at her Mother's.

It was like flipping a switch. Suddenly she didn't cook anymore, but she would constantly complain about my cooking.

She never helped clean the house or do chores. But as soon as it didn't meet her standard of living, she'd flip out. I remember having the day off and cleaning the house top to bottom and then going to have a beer with my friend.

When I got back, the house was destroyed. She had went to a book sale at our local library and had dumped about 60 books on the floor in the living room.

She had a pure romance party at our place and kicked me out of the house for 4 hours. And when I came home from floating down the river with a friend and drunk she was furious, screaming at me. I didnt want to leave the house, she "made" me.

At one point she wanted a Guinea pig and somehow that eventually turned in to eight. When we started to get flies really bad around the house she blamed me, calling me a dirty piece of shit.

While cleaning the house I discovered that the flies were from her Guinea pigs, apparently she didn't need to clean the bedding anymore and I found a infestation of maggots in their bedding.

Anyways, what came down to the breaking point was we had a argument and she tried to say she was going to start withholding sex. I laughed in her face. I have a naturally low sex drive and would rather spend the evening watching cheesey B horror films than fucking.

You should have seen the look on her face when I took all my shit and moved it to the guest room. I spent all my time in there, I slept in there. The only time I saw her was when I left the room to take a shit or get something to eat.

When it came time to renew the lease, I ended up saying fuck that and rented a studio apartment down the street, the current lease was only in my name so she didn't have any say in it. I'm glad I made that decision.

She was furious with me, asking me where the fuck she was supposed to go. I told her back to her Mother's. Even funnier I got a text message from her best friend telling me I was being an asshole and that her Mother didn't want her back at her house, so if I didn't renew the lease I'd be making her homeless.

I responded to the friend telling her that it wasn't my fault, that her being a stupid cunt was what would make her homeless.

Anyways, my Ex ended up waiting until I was at work to move out. She took everything besides my TV, recliner and Xbox. Problem was, she took stuff that was mine, including gifts she had given me in the past. I thought about calling the police, but said fuck it, I'm just glad she's out of my life.

Well, she wasn't. A few weeks later she called up demanding half of the rent deposit and half of the pet deposit even though I was the one who paid them in full. Her reasoning was that because she had helped pay rent, she was entitled to half of the deposits I got back.

Yeah. That was never going to happen. She screamed and cried. She threatened to take me to court, for what I have no fucking clue.

It's been years and I never looked back. Last I heard she had moved out of state and then ended up coming back, living with her Mom (again) and working at our local Walmart.

I don't have a problem with women, or realtionships. I have several women who I am good friends with. But dealing with this kind of bullshit has completely turned me off to ever pursuing another realtionship. I'll be fine with just my cat.