Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Stalked by My Dangerous Ex Years of Fear, Threats, Break-Ins and a Life on Edge PART3 #32

Episode Date: October 21, 2025

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All right, so let me back things up a little before diving into the next level of chaos. At this point, I was already living like some paranoid dude in a thriller movie, checking behind my back, scanning my car before getting in, and wondering what the hell my ex, yeah, crazy, would throw at me next. I swear, if you had told me when I first met her that my life would end up looking like a low-budget crime drama mixed with a soap opera, I would have laughed in your face. But here we are. So picture this. It's a normal Thursday morning. I'm groggy, late as always, stumbling out of my apartment like a zombie who hits snooze five too many times. My mornings are already rushed because, let's be real.

I'm the type who squeezes every last second of sleep out of my alarm clock before dragging myself to work. So I don't have time for surprises, not even little ones. But of course, Crazy doesn't care about schedules. I walk out to my car and immediately notice something off. There are magnets stuck to it, like those big, dumb, bumper sticker-style magnets with corny slogans. One of them literally said something like, proud cat lady. Another one had some tacky, inspirational quote, and the third was too faded for me to even care about. Now, normally, I wouldn't give two shits about magnets, but here's the kicker. These things, weren't just slapped on my car. They were super glued. Yeah, she actually glued magnets to the

paint of my car, like some twisted arts and crafts project. So now I'm standing there, running late, cussing under my breath while trying to peel this crap off. The glue left behind these ugly streaks that wouldn't budge, and I knew instantly I'd have to buff it out later or risk having permanent scars on my car. But whatever, I peeled most of it off, toss the magnets aside, and figured that was the funny little prank for the day. Except, nope,

crazy doesn't just stop it annoying pranks. She goes full, how can I ruin this guy's mode? I opened the driver's side door and, surprise, five pounds of dog shit piled up on my seat. Not even exaggerating, like it was an actual mountain. And as if that wasn't gross enough, there were open, used condoms mixed in. Used, freaking condoms.

I just stood there staring like, is this real life right now? I mean, you can't even make this stuff up. Some people break up and just block each other on social media. My ex, she's out here setting up scatological art projects in my car. Now, remember earlier in the story when I told you my driver's side window had been busted out? Yeah, that little detail came back to haunt me here. Quick backstory. One day she took my car to her brother's place. They argued about meth, shocking, I know, and he decided to express his feelings by kicking in my driver's side window and then ramming my car with his truck. No insurance, no

accountability, just pure tweak or chaos. Because of that, I'd been rolling around with no driver's side window for months. California weather made it easy to ignore, until Crazy decided to use that gaping hole as a delivery shoot for her gift. So there I was, already late for work, now staring at a pile of dog shit and condoms in my car. What's a guy supposed to do? I found an old plastic grocery bag on the ground, used it like a glove, and scoop the mess out. Thank God it was at least dried, or I would have straight up puked right there in the parking lot. Even so, I knew some of it probably smeared, but I had zero time. I literally just shrugged, sat down, probably right in remnants of it, and drove off.

By the time I got to work, the smell was unbearable. I told my boss what happened. Thankfully, he's one of those chill dudes who actually likes me, and he let me take half an hour to clean out the car properly. Honestly, if he hadn't been so understanding, I might have just quit that day. Needless to say, I finally caved and replaced the driver's side window after that. Lesson learned, when you're dealing with someone like crazy, any open access point is basically an invitation for biohazard level pranks. Now, I know what you're thinking. Why not just move? Why not change your number? Why keep putting up with this crap?

Trust me, I've asked myself those same questions a thousand times. The thing is, change. my number felt like giving her a win. Like, why should I inconvenience myself because she's out here being psychotic? I had too many contacts tied to that number, family, friends, work stuff, and honestly, the hassle wasn't worth it. As for moving, yeah, I wanted to, but my rental history wasn't exactly sparkling. Breaking the lease would have tanked it further, so I figured I'd just ride it out until the lease ended. Call it stubbornness, call it stupidity, but that's was my mindset. So anyway, this was around late July of 2012 when all this madness really kicked into high gear. Let me re- Hi, I'm Darren Marler, host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about

the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreaker's monetization. Spricker offers dynamic ad insertion. That means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreeker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career. Spreaker also has a premium subscription model where your most dedicated listeners can pay for bonus content or early access, adding another revenue stream to what you're already doing. And the best part, Spreaker grows with you. Whether you're just

starting out or running a full-blown podcast network, Sprieker's powerful tools scale effortlessly, as your show grows. So if you're ready to podcast like a pro and get paid while doing it, check out spreeker.com. That's spr-r-e-a-k-e-r.com. Dwind for a sec and explain how it all started, because context matters here. I come from one of those small towns where everybody knows everybody. You know the type. One high school, one grocery store, gossip travels faster than the internet. I had just turned 18, and like most kids my age in that town, we think, thought partying down by the beach with a bonfire and cheap booze was the height of fun.

My circle of friends was small but tight. We'd hang out, go for drives to the bigger city nearby, and basically do anything to break the monotony of small town life. One night, I was hanging out with my buddy Adam, we'll call him that. We were at my parents' place, bored out of our minds, and decided to head into the city to catch a movie. After saying goodbye to my folks, we hopped into his car and made the drive. The movie was decent, nothing memorable, but afterward we got hungry and hit up McDonald's. And that's where it happened. That's where I met the guy who, without exaggeration, changed my life forever. For the worse. We're at the counter, Adam's ordering food while I'm half distracted, scrolling through my phone. The guy working behind the register notices me,

smiles, and I smile back out of politeness. No big deal, right? We get our food, Adam heads out first, and this dude, let's call him Chris, comes out right after us. He asks me for a lighter, strikes up a conversation, and casually slips me his number. Says he wants to take me out sometime, maybe a movie or something? Now, keep in mind, I was 18, kind of naive, and not exactly swimming in options. So I figured, why not? He seemed normal enough. We texted, we met up a week later, and before long, we were hanging out constantly. Within a month, he was coming out to my parents' place all the time,

staying over in my granny's little flat on their property, and even dropping me off at school in the morning. My friends hated it, mostly because they all had to ride the bus while I rolled up in an actual car with my cool older boyfriend. Things moved fast, maybe too fast, but at the time, it felt exciting. One morning, I convinced Chris to pull up next to the school bus while my first. friends were loading in. Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere, from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreaker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insertion. That

means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career. Spreaker also has a premium subscription model where your most dedicated listeners can pay for bonus content or early access, adding another revenue stream to what you're already doing. And the best part, Spreaker grows with you. Whether you're just starting out or running a full-blown podcast network, Sprinker's powerful tools scale effortlessly as your show grows.

So if you're ready to podcast like a pro and get paid while doing it, check out spreeker.com. That's S-P-R-E-A-K-E-R.com. I stuck my head out the window, called out to one of my friends, and introduced her to Chris. And let me tell you, that was mistake number one. Because not long after that introduction, the cracks started showing. And that's where the scary part of my life really began. To be continued.