I dunno if this was a “breakup” cuz I didn’t really consider her my girlfriend. She sure considered me her boyfriend though. She was staying at my house as a friend and sometime-lover. She’s really pretty. But crazy as I found out more and more. I had to get her out of my house in a non dramatic way. I did not want police to show up. And I did not want a scene. If I asked her to leave, or even came up with a generous timeline, she’d go nuts on me. So I pretended we were going camping. And instead I packed up everything she owned and put it in my trunk. Then I drove to the Greyhound station where I knew there’d be police officers. I told her “there’s something I gotta do” and I got out, and told an officer how crazy she is and to please observe as I tell this woman she’s out of my life, because she’ll get violent. At first the cop says no, he’s busy. Then I say to him “You must come with me. She really is crazy, she’ll get violent”. The cop looked me in the eye and saw I was serious. So he followed me back to the car. My whole plan was to tell her that I’m getting her out of my life, here’s her stuff, and here’s bus money, now take a greyhound to wherever. And I needed a cop to observe because this whole scene of me dumping her, would definitely make her violent.
So I bring the cop up to the car and tell her we’re done (I’m being polite/calm as possible despite the horrible thing I’m doing). She indeed gets violent and starts hitting me and saying insane things. The cop calls for backup, and 2 more cops show up She’s totally out of control at this point, so they arrest her. (That wasn’t in my plan, but so be it).
I put all her belongings in the cop car’s trunk. I asked where they’re taking her. They said county psychiatric. I already know psychiatric hospitals don’t cure anyone, they just stabilize, so I had no high hopes for her, but I was happy that she was safe, and more importantly, I was safe.
I then went home to make sure she was on a 5150 (an involuntary psychiatric lockup), and she was. I had to make sure because I did not want her coming back to bang on my doors and cause a scene. I then called the facility up to talk to her. Now normally I would not call someone under these circumstances, its best to dump them and avoid them forever. But I knew she was in a rage, and I needed to calm her down so she would not return to my house when she’s released. So I told her “I had to do that, you were going crazy on me and I had no option. I just wanted to let you know I’m moving and I’m not going to tell you the new address. But no matter what happens I love you”.
I had to find a way to make sure she did not come back to my house, while calming her down. So I said it the way I did, and ended it on a positive note. Despite the fact I don’t really love her. Well that worked out, and she never did come to my door. She called a few hundred times, but I let my machine answer the thing for a year, and finally she gave up.
I hate having to do what I did, but I’m happy with myself for finding the only nonviolent solution that would be more or less permanent, so long as I never call or respond to her ever again. There was no communicating with her on any deep issue, without her going into a rage. I was left with the only hope, of tricking her out of my life.
That was almost 3 years ago, and it worked. Except I did come across her randomly at a music festival once, and I treated her nicely when I saw her, but I could also tell she was still insane. It was glaringly evident to everyone who met her.
Now in a way, my post here is a lie, because that was not the “worst” breakup ever for me. The worst was breaking up with a different woman, a girl I loved deeply, and it was a calm, respectful, orderly breakup. But that’s the worst. Just giving up someone who seems like a soulmate, or close enough/
As for giving up the beautiful-but-crazy massage technician described here, well it makes for a dramatic story but it was a huge relief, rather than a broken heart. Actually I think it worked out perfectly, under the constrained circumstances I was in. (I’ve never called the police on anyone else in my life… except once, on a violent stranger).
After the 3-day hold ended and she was on a bus to a far-away county, at that point, I really did go camping. And it was beautiful. I felt horrible for this woman, but great that she was gone, great that I was safe, and great that I was in the mountains.