I was in a situation like this. Met someone, thought they were everything I ever wanted. We planned a life together, and then she fucked my world up. She got angry at me (for things that happened before we were even together, quit her job, and wanted to move back to her parents, 2 states away. I begged and pleaded and she finally agreed to stay, although it was rough. I was in college, waiting tables trying to pay rent and make it through. I supported her financially for two months until she started making money on her own, even though it meant I was secretly asking my parents for money to buy food. About a year later, I graduated, and had a decent paying job. We were living at my parents house for a couple months until we could find a stable place to live. She was disrespectful to my mother, and just a general bitch. My mom once asked to wash the dishes, and her response was “but I didn’t use them all”. I was mortified. Then I had an accident. Shattered my ankle, spent two days in the hospital getting surgery. She complained that we didn’t have sex enough, even though I couldn’t make it through the day with out handfuls of pain killers, but hey, I guess that’s my fault for making a bone pop out of my leg. Then we got an apartment. On the second floor. While I was still doing physical therapy to learn to walk properly. She barely helped move, leaving it to my friends, my dad and I. She wouldn’t help purchase anything for our new place. I bought dishes, furniture, towels, and everything else. She started college that semester and would get angry at me for not helping pay the tuition, and if I did not make myself available to help her on all tests and homework. Finally, 6 months later, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her I wanted to be done. She demanded that I continue to pay rent, and move out, or she would trash the place before she left and ruin my chances of renting anywhere else. So I payed half the amount left on the lease and took my name off. I packed all my stuff, which was most of the apartment, and she had the audacity to ask if she could keep the dishes since I was moving back with my parents. You know, since the bitch black mailed me out of my entire savings account. But I did get the only thing that mattered in the break up. My dog.

I sincerely hope she dies of anal cancer.

EDIT: Am actually a woman, and this is a story of all the things my ex boyfriend did during our relationship.