Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Stalked by My Dangerous Ex Years of Fear, Threats, Break-Ins and a Life on Edge PART2 #31

Episode Date: October 21, 2025

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Horror. Living with crazy. The torment that wouldn't end. All right, so when I last left off, I had just been accused of rape by none other than my psycho ex-girlfriend. Let's keep calling her crazy, because that's who she is. The cops had shown up at my door, thrown accusations at me, and then walked away after basically telling me, don't leave your apartment or will be back if your story doesn't check out. And let me tell you, hearing those words while you're standing there sweating bullets, trying to convince two pissed off cops you didn't rape anyone, is something that sticks in your head. It doesn't just fade away the next morning. It's the kind of thing that haunts you. So, yeah, the cops left, and I sat there staring at my door, half expecting them to come back

at any second. I didn't sleep that night. Hell, I didn't sleep much for the next few nights. I was waiting for sirens, for a knock, for the sound of my door being kicked in. But they never came back. I eventually got so paranoid that I called the police station myself to get an update. And here's where things get really messed up. The guy on the phone tells me there's no report, none, no record of any officers being dispatched to my address that day, nothing. How the hell is that even possible. Did I hallucinate two uniformed cops standing in my doorway accusing me of rape? No way. They were real. I had the sinking stomach, the sweat, the adrenaline spike, all of it. But the department claimed nothing was on record. That's when I started losing it.

Because how do you fight back against someone who not only knows how to mess with your head, but apparently knows how to make reality itself bend around you? At that point, I wasn't even angry anymore. I was terrified. She could ruin my life with a single phone call and leave me standing there with nothing but my word against hers. The silence that wasn't silence. After that fiasco, things went weirdly quiet. I was still getting messages and calls, though less than before, but the whole rape accusation thing seemed to have died down. I convinced myself, maybe she had finally gotten bored, maybe she had moved on to some other unlucky bastard. A week passed, then another. The texts were slowing down, the random phone calls weren't as frequent. For the first

time in months, I felt like maybe, just maybe, I was going to get my life back. Spoiler, I was wrong. One evening, I stopped at my mailbox after work. Inside was a letter from the post office. It said something about my mail being forwarded to a new address. The problem? I hadn't filed a change of address. Immediately I knew. Crazy. Who else? So I called the post office and told them straight up. Look, I haven't moved. I didn't change my address. Keep sending my mail to my current place. The woman on the phone assured me I had nothing to worry about. She said everything would be fixed. Yeah, right. Full of crap. Because after that, That day, my mail just stopped coming, completely.

For two months, nothing showed up in my mailbox. I made three phone calls and two separate visits to the post office before I finally got it sorted out. But by then, it was too late. Crazy had used that little window of time to snatch up my mail, which meant she had access to all my personal info, my utilities, my cable account, even my phone bill. Thankfully, I had extra security on my bank account so she couldn't touch my money, but the rest, fair game. She managed to shut off my gas, my electric, and my cable. I'd come home after a long day, hit the light switch, and nothing. Cold apartment, no internet, no TV, no hot shower. I got calls

from the phone company saying changes were being applied to my account. If I hadn't caught it in time, who knows what she would have pulled with my phone line. All told, it cost me an extra $300 in fees just to get everything back in my name. My apartment complex even had to step in and cover unpaid balances for gas and electric because she had shut them off, and then they turned around and billed me for it. So now I wasn't just stressed out. I was broke, exhausted, and ready to explode. Get a restraining order, they said. By this point, I had tried everything. I called the cops again,

hoping maybe now they'd finally take this crap seriously. Their response? Do you have a restraining order? Yes, I had one, but here's the kicker. She had never been served. And apparently, if the person doesn't get served, the restraining order is just a useless piece of paper. I told them she was active...

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She dodged deputies, duck out of sight, whatever it took. And the cops basically shrugged and said, We can't help you. That's when I lost it. I remember saying something like, you guys followed up on a false rape accusation with no hesitation, but now that I'm being stalked and harassed nonstop, suddenly it's not your problem?

Their answer? Silence. They didn't care. I hung up the phone shaking with anger. If the people who are supposed to protect you won't lift a finger, what the hell are you supposed to do? A tiny break in the madness. But then something unexpected happened. If you remember, Crazy had gotten arrested for beating some guy over the head with a beer mug at a bar. Well, she

finally got convicted. The punishment? Three months in jail. Three months? That's it. If I'd had walked outside right now and cracked someone over the skull with a beer mug, I'd guarantee you'd be looking at a year minimum. But Crazy, she skates by with a slap on the wrist. wrist. Still, three months was three months. And for me, that meant peace and quiet. No texts, no calls, no random dudes showing up at my door looking for dinner dates. For the first time and forever, I actually slept. I checked the jail's website every so often just to make sure she was still locked up. And every time I saw her name pop up with that in-custody status, I felt like I could breathe again. But one day, I checked and saw she had been released, two days earlier. Out loud,

I literally said, fuck. Immediately paranoia set in. I started triple checking my locks again, watching the parking lot from my balcony, scanning my phone every time it buzzed. But weeks went by and nothing happened. No texts, no calls, no weird knocks at the door. Maybe she was finally gone. Maybe she'd moved on. For the first time, I allowed myself to hope. The pregnancy bomb. Then it happened. It started with a text message from a number I didn't recognize.

It was a photo of a pregnancy test. Positive. At first, I wasn't even sure it was her. I'd been talking to a couple of women casually since breaking up with Crazy, so there was a brief horrifying moment where I thought maybe this was someone else. But deep down, I knew. I texted back, Finally, any ties to you are broken.

Have fun with whatever poor schmuck knocked you up. A reply came instantly. You obviously don't know who this is. And that's when my stomach dropped. Because yeah, I didn't know for sure, but I had a damn good idea. Over the next week, the texts kept coming. Always the same picture of the positive test.

Nothing else. No explanations. Just that same image over. over and over, like some kind of sick trophy. Then another picture, this time of a woman holding her pregnant stomach, but her head was cut off in the frame. Immediately after, another text. I guess we know who the fertile one is now, don't we?

That sealed it. It was her. See, back when we were together, we'd actually tried to have a kid. It never worked out, which she held against me constantly. She'd say maybe I was broken or sterile. So this little stunt, it was her way of rubbing it in. I texted back, Awesome, have a great life with whatever idiot got you pregnant.

Thank God it wasn't me. Now kindly fuck off. Her response? A string of insults so stupid and petty they aren't even worth repeating. I ignored her. Figured she'd gotten what she wanted. To shove in my face that she was pregnant and I wasn't the father. Bring home chef quality food this Christmas with Dunstores simply.

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save more with your 10 off 50 voucher. Dunn stores make Christmas simply better. Terms and conditions apply. Voucher can be used in next grocery shop. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end.

Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've met every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam-packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Honestly, I considered that a win. No kid with her meant freedom, even if she thought she was scoring some kind of point. For about a week, I thought it was over. But of course, it wasn't. Then Thursday. I'm the kind of guy who cuts it close when it comes to mornings. I sleep until the last possible second, throw on clothes, and rush out the door just in time to get to work. No extra minutes, no room for surprises. That morning, I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and headed for my car. Continued.