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My Best Friend Lied About Sleeping With My Boyfriend… And Then Everything Got Worse | Reddit Story
Aug 1, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Best Friend Lied About Sleeping With My Boyfriend… And Then Everything Got Worse | Reddit Story It started with a late-night call from my best friend, Becca. She was drunk, and I couldn't pick her up—so I sent my boyfriend, Nate. I trusted him. But that night was the beginning of a nightmare I never saw coming. What followed was a tangled web of lies, betrayal, paranoia, and emotional warfare. Becca claimed she and Nate hooked up. Nate said he was planning a proposal. And me? I was caught between two versions of reality—until everything fell apart. In this raw and personal story, I share how one lie spiraled into harassment, heartbreak, and trauma that shook my world. From losing a friendship to being stalked and dealing with a mental health crisis no one took seriously, here's how I survived one of the darkest chapters of my life. 🧠 Mental health matters. 📲 Share your own story in the comments—you're not alone. 🔔 Subscribe for more real-life stories and lessons from chaos.
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It began subtly with a late night call
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from my best friend, Becca, slurring,
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"Come pick me up. I'm drunk." I
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couldn't, so I called my boyfriend Nate,
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trusting him implicitly to get her home
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safe. A few days later, a strange shift
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in Nate's behavior set off alarms. His
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phone became an extension of himself,
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always face down. His password suddenly
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changed. A cold knot of dread began to
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form in my stomach. Then I saw Becca.
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The moment I mentioned Nate's odd
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behavior, she crumbled, dissolving into
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tears. We hooked up, she choked out in
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his car that night, he picked me up. My
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world tilted. I demanded to see the
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texts, the proof. But she claimed they
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were on signal, an app that conveniently
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deletes messages after a day. My mind
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reeled. When I got home, I confronted
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Nate. He denied it vehemently. He
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admitted they were talking on signal.
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But his explanation was shocking. He was
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asking her about engagement rings for
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me. The words hung in the air, a
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desperate attempt to reconcile two
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wildly different narratives. Just then,
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Becca texted him. A chilling echo of her
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earlier confession. Do you remember what
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we did the other night? Nate instantly
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replied, "What are you on about?" She
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told him to stop playing dumb. My heart
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pounded. Nate then called her,
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pretending I wasn't in the room. His
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voice strained as he told her to stop
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whatever she was doing. But she just
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kept telling him to stop lying until he,
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finally losing his temper, hung up. I
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stood there, caught between two
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conflicting realities, utterly lost. "I
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found a way to recover deleted messages
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from Signal," I told Nate. A desperate
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gamble.
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His reaction was immediate and strangely
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reassuring.
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He pulled out his phone, opened the app,
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and without a hint of panic or
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hesitation, asked me to show him how. My
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initial thought, he must be telling the
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truth. "My old phone, however, was too
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ancient to support the current version
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of Signal. It wouldn't work." "Are we
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going to have to go out and buy a new
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phone for you to believe me?" Nate
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asked, a hint of exasperation in his
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voice. "I'm willing to do it if that's
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what it takes.
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It's not that I don't believe you. I
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confessed, the words catching in my
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throat. I just I can't understand why
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Becca would lie about it. She's a crazy
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drunk Nate retorted, his voice
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hard. There's literally no way for a
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non-crazy person to understand why she
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would do anything. Once the messages
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prove it, I never want you talking to
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her again. He then told me to get up,
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that if we were going to Verizon, we had
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to get there before it closed. By then,
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my conviction had solidified.
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I completely believed Nate. I told him
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we didn't need a new phone, that I
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believed him. That I knew he hadn't
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cheated on me. "I would hope you know
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that," he said, his voice softer, but
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with an underlying edge. "I don't
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understand why you didn't take my word
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for it in the first place," I started to
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explain to articulate the confusion, the
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fear, the weight of Becca's accusation.
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But Nate cut me off.
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I really can't listen to that right now.
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I conceded. That's fair. I agreed.
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I would cut Becca off, but first I
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wanted to get her to admit that nothing
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happened. Nate agreed, but insisted I
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call her on speaker. He deserved to hear
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her admit she was lying. I dialed Becca,
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my heart pounding. "I figured out how to
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recover deleted messages on Signal," I
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stated, my voice steady despite my
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trembling hands. Why would you need to
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do that?" she asked, her voice tight.
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That's when I knew for certain that she
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was making it up. Because I want proof
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of what you and Nate talked about, I
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explained. Then I lied. I saw your
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messages.
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Silence stretched long and agonizing.
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"Finally, I prompted her." "Are you
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going to say anything? Does that mean
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we're engaged now?" she asked, her voice
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small, almost hopeful. I lost it.
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Are you serious? What the is wrong
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with you? How could that possibly be all
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you have to say? Tears streamed down my
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face, choking my words. Nate, his jaw
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tight, took over. Go fack yourself,
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Becca. Never ever contact either one of
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us ever again. He hung up. A minute
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later, my phone buzzed with an unhinged
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text from Becca. A torrent of vitriol.
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Courtney, you are supposed to be my
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friend for life. You are supposed to be
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there for me. You are supposed to be my
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person. But then you meet Nate. And now
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you only care about Nate.
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Everything is about Nate.
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Tell me why Nate comes to pick me up
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when I call you. I called you, not your
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precious effing. I only want you to see
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how effed up this is. But do you? No, of
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course you don't. Of course you choose
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Nate over me like you always do. And
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like you always will, you pretend to
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care about me, but I can see you don't
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care.
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It is pathetic, Courtney. You are a
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pathetic woman who would choose a man
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over a friend. But since you can't say
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it yourself, I will. Since you have to
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have your sweet, perfect little baby
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Nate do it for you. I will. Goodbye,
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Courtney. Is that what you want? Goodbye
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forever. I hope you got what you want.
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The three dots showed she was still
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typing, but I blocked her before she
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could send anything more. I didn't care
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what else she had to say. I was sure it
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would just be more accusations, more
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justifications for her twisted actions.
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Nate was probably right. There was no
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non-crazy logic behind her behavior. But
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still, the question nodded at me. My
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best guess.
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She somehow believed that by fabricating
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this affair, I'd break up with Nate. but
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still want to be friends with her and
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then magically everything would be
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fixed. It seemed she blamed us, mostly
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Nate, for her own inability to get her
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life together. As for Nate and me, I
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asked him if he could ever forgive me
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for doubting him. He said that since I'd
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come to my senses and cut Becca off, he
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guessed we could try to put it behind
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us. I didn't think he'd be proposing
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anytime soon. He hadn't done any
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planning yet beyond asking Becca about
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rings and if I'd think a public proposal
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was tacky. He was just trying to get
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ideas without me knowing. So, I figured
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it wasn't happening for a while, if at
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all. Update one. What began as false
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accusations from Becca quickly spiraled
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into something far more disturbing.
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After I blocked her, she didn't just
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fade away. Instead, she unleashed a
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torrent of relentless harassment,
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creating numerous fake accounts and
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bombarding me with an endless stream of
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messages. These weren't just a few angry
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texts. They were constant dozens of
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messages each day, filled with a
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terrifying mix of rage and bizarre
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threats.
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She claimed I had ruined her life and
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swore she would get revenge on both me
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and Nate. The onslaught felt like an
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unending nightmare, consuming my
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thoughts, stealing my peace. During this
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period, whispers from mutual friends
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confirmed my fears. Becca wasn't just
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targeting me through messages. She was
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also active on social media. Her
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Facebook rants were a disturbing public
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unraveling, a jumble of incoherent
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thoughts and angry outbursts, portraying
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me as the villain who had destroyed her
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life. It was horrifying to watch her
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spiral so publicly, each post more
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frantic than the last, painting a
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chilling picture of someone completely
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losing touch with reality. Terrified, I
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went to the police twice, trying to
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explain the severity of the situation,
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pleading for a restraining order. I was
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genuinely scared she might show up at
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our apartment and do something violent.
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I even installed a front door camera,
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hoping for tangible evidence if anything
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happened.
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The police, however, dismissed my
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concerns. They claimed Becca wasn't
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directly threatening violence and her
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online rants didn't qualify as a legal
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issue. They acted like I was
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overreacting, advising me to keep
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blocking her accounts and assuring me
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she'd eventually lose interest. It felt
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like they were blind to the gravity of
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my fear, to the very real danger I felt.
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Then things took a terrifying turn.
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Nate's car was vandalized at work, his
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windshield smashed. Several cars in the
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area were targeted, but I was convinced
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it was Becca. I went back to the police,
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more desperate than ever. They sent an
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officer to talk to Becca, but she denied
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any involvement. Again, I had no
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concrete proof. The officer left, and
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once again, nothing was done. The
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incident was dismissed as random
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vandalism, and Becca remained free to
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continue her campaign of terror. After
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that, the situation deteriorated
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further. Becca's behavior became
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increasingly erratic.
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It turned out her living conditions were
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deplorable, her apartment was filthy,
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and she was drinking heavily.
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She was a danger to herself, and the
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news was deeply troubling.
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Eventually, after another police visit
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and witnessing her state, they decided
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she needed help. Becca was admitted to a
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psychiatric ward for a week. I didn't
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know the specifics of her diagnosis or
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if she was on medication, but I was
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relieved to hear she was finally
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receiving some form of treatment. While
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Becca was in the psych ward, I
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desperately hoped things would calm
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down. I tried to focus on rebuilding
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some semblance of normaly in my life.
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After her release, I didn't hear from
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her directly. I kept a close eye on her
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social media, watching to make sure she
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wasn't posting about me or making
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threats.
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It was unsettling to think she might
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still be out there, but at least she had
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moved to a different state to live with
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her dad. I hoped that a new environment
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might help her recover and that she'd be
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less inclined to continue her campaign
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against me. In the meantime, Nate and I
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had been trying to cope with the
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fallout.
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Unfortunately, despite our best efforts,
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things between us only seemed to worsen.
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The stress and constant harassment from
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Becca were taking a significant toll on
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him. Nate was struggling to manage the
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emotional and psychological strain of
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the situation. Every time we talked, it
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felt like the weight of Becca's actions
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and the ongoing drama was creating a
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chasm between us that we couldn't
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bridge.
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He felt overwhelmed, unable to handle
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the pressure any longer. The tipping
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point came after the windshield
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incident.
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Nate finally reached his breaking point
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and decided to end our relationship.
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The breakup was incredibly painful for
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me. Nate's anger and frustration were
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palpable, and it was clear that he had
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lost faith in the possibility of us
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moving past the turmoil.
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His inability to forgive me for
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initially doubting him added another
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layer of hurt.
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It felt like a double blow. Losing both
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the person I loved and the hope of
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mending our relationship. I tried
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repeatedly to talk to Nate about fixing
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things, assuring him that once Becca was
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out of the picture, I wanted to rebuild
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our relationship and move forward.
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But he remained resolute. The emotional
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damage caused by the whole ordeal seemed
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too severe for him to overcome.
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Every attempt I made to reach out and
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discuss our future only seemed to
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reinforce his decision. It was as though
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the strain and distrust had cemented
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itself so deeply that there was no way
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to undo the damage. The sense of
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finality in Nate's decision left me
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feeling utterly defeated. And it became
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clear that there was no going back to
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what we once had. As time went on, I
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struggled to come to terms with
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everything that had happened. Becca's
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actions were more extreme than I ever
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anticipated.
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The experience of dealing with her
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harassment, trying to get the police to
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take me seriously, and navigating the
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fallout with Nate took a significant
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emotional toll.
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I had to focus on healing and finding a
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way to move forward. Even though the
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whole ordeal had left me shaken,
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I started trying to rebuild my life,
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focusing on self-care and reconnecting
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with friends who had been supportive
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throughout the chaos. I also sought
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therapy to help process the trauma and
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learn how to cope with the aftermath of
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the situation. It was a long and
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difficult road, but I knew I had to work
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through it to find some peace. Despite
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the challenges, I eventually found a way
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to regain a sense of normaly. The
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experience had been a harsh lesson in
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trust, resilience, and the importance of
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seeking help when needed. I was
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determined to move on, learn from what
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had happened, and build a healthier
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future for