She played me like a Damn Fiddle!

Hello,

What I'm going to confess is the story about a guy who, for 1.5 months, dated a Sociopath.

Background:
>Recently got my MD. 27 yo.
>Fit body, extroverted personality
>Liked anime, manga, vidya, motorcycles, etc.
>You could say I was a player.

When I had the last shift of my OBGYN rotation, I met a nice, delicate, tender, innocent, cute Anesthesiology resident. She was 28.

Talked to her, got her fb, then her phone number, etc, Ended up meeting for coffee.
Time passed, we hooked up, kissed, etc. For some reason, she told me she had Asperger's syndrome. So she had trouble having relationships with people.
>One thing that ringed an alarm in me was that she recently had a previous 12 years long relationship. She also said that she wanted those kind of relationships because involved stability in her life, which was what she needed.

Another day, I was in the ER of another hospital. It was 3AM, I talked to her and met with her to go to my place.
We had sex. "You're so big, im addicted to you, you made me cum a lot, etc".
>Another thing that ringed an alarm for me was that, her ex had published in his facebook that he was engaged and had a photograph of her as his profile pic. She said that her ex was obsessed with her and didn't wanted to let her go. Also told all his friends that they were still together. But it wasn't like that, she assured me.

Time passed on, we got into a relationship. Only after that she told me she talked to her ex and made things clear.
>Another alarm ringed: He, for some reason knew me. He knew my name, where I worked, my face, everything. She replied she didn't knew, that he was a psycho. That when previously she had fuck buddies he always knew who they where, what their profession was, where they lived, etc.
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Because of that I threaten her that If I ever see him near my home, where my family lives (I live with my mom and my 9yo brother), things are not going to end up well for him.
>She almost cried and told me to end up our relationship and take distance, for precaution.

Time went on, for some reason she always told me the phrase "I'm learning from you"

In the following weeks, she told me a couple of times that she was getting flirty invitations from people she had previously fucked. Male nurses from where she did her residency, an old friend, a Spanish guy she met in a previous trip, etc.
>Weird thing, was that she never could send me a screenshot of those interactions. Except twice where the name of the other person was trimmed or when she had modified the name for two initials (T V).
>When I asked for the screenshots of that she ALWAYS told me "I blocked him and deleted his contact".

Time kept passing, I told her that I had a girlfriend, years ago that was into BDSM. Told her about bondage and stuff.

The second time we had sex, I went a bit rough on her. Nothing crazy, just a couple of soft spanking, squeezed her tits a little, and softly put my hand in her neck, but not strangling her or anything like that.
>After that she went batshit, told me she was feeling bad, dressed up and went home. I thong I lost her. Felt like shit.

The day after she asked for forgiveness, and that it would be good If we talked to explain why she did that, so we could be in peace (softly suggesting she was going to break up with me).

We met, and she told me she was "abbused" when she was an adolescent. She didn't entered in more details. She couldn't, it was too strong for her. She said I was the second person who she had told this traumatic event.

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After that I took her home, presented her to my family, she enjoyed that. She loved my little brother and my mom.
>Later, she told me she was going to break up with me, in part because we were incompatible with each other, because she knew I liked rough stuff and she liked soft, tender kind of love making.

Regardless, we stayed together. A few weeks after we where officially in a serious relationship. (which was the day she met her ex bf to tell him that their relationship was over and everything I told you guys before happened).

She also told me her mother had breast cancer. And she payed for all the treatment involved (mastectomy, chemo, radiotherapy, etc. Everything without health insurance, which was her justification to do so many extra shifts and earn extra money).
>weird thing was, now that I think about it. Is that when I met her mother she never mentioned the cancer topic.
She also told me her parents and family where the most important thing for her in her life. So she worked very hard to pay for their stuff. As her mom was a former secretary and his dad had "3 jobs" to maintain his family. Another antecedent was that her former home, which was located in a bad neighborhood, was fixed by her money (It had a hole in the ceiling, etc.)
>Bottom line about that, she worked extra hours to make money to give her family a better life. Not only to her parents, also to her aunts who had Lupus, and her sibling who had some kind of bowel obstruction syndrome secondary to a mass which was described as "many chronic ulcers" (I could only kinda corroborate the medical condition on her sibling), so all the medical expenses involving drugs, etc, went on her.

Another interesting stuff she told me about her family: Was that it was part of some kind of "cult". Her uncle, the brother of her father, supposedly used the death of a grandparent to gain the favor of her aunts and started to make "spiritism sessions" in where he communicated with the (cont.).

this isn't /blog/ and we probably don't need your life story to render advice. And you're making that one user that determined all such long stories were by a femanon look bad. Wait, are you actually the crazy girl in the story roleplaying your ex...

>this story

yeah, right.

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members involving his family, but after that she said extra people started to come to those sessions.
>How did she knew about that?
Because when she was a little girl, her mom left her with her aunts to take care of her when she went to work. So she was taken to those sessions.
>She described those sessions with detail. Tender light, candles, cristals hanging up from the ceiling which made strange games of light with the illumination of the place. Aromatic scents, etc.
>This eventually became some sort of rituals. Where he would cut people and magically they felt no pain. It was some sort of purification. People also fainted when he would told them to.
>Later, he used some sort of psychological pressure on those people, predicting some sort of natural disaster that was going to take place if they didn't focus their energy and did the things he told them to do.

>>>>As I write you this stuff, thing are starting to get clearer for me, but please advice me and give me your opinion

I have to put everything in perspective, so you could give me an objective opinion. And no, im not that girl, I don't particularly want to make her look bad (what purpose would that serve in an user board?). I just want to have a better understanding of this. And eventually move on.

But don't worry, we haven't got to the best part yet.

doesn't matter, I'm never going to see it now. So my advice is going to be: Learn to get to the point faster.

After all that, her father would take care of all the debts of her family, and later when she became a doctor she would take care of that.

I'm going to talk about her rape story now:

When I asked her why she didn't talk, why she didn't told her parents she was raped, she responded that her attacker took the time to get to know her very well. Took advantage of her "Aspergers" and asked her many many questions like:
-"If someone steals a wallet, is it bad?
- Yes, the law states that you shouldn't appropriate something that isn't yours.
-But what if it is to feed his family?
-He is still breaking the norm. The norm is clear about that.
-But what if he finds the wallet in the floor?
-If the wallet hasn't any kind of ID, then the wallet doesn't have a owner, he is free to take it.
-etc.
The attacker as I said was the half brother of that girl friend of her. Who she met in those spirit sessions. The attacker also attended to those sessions. Looked like it was a friend of the Medium Uncle.
>Everything I'm telling you, are their words, everything was told by her.

>She was 15 by then.
>Now, one day at the house of her friend, the attacker yelled at her friend to go clean some shit up. And took my ex-gf to a "secret room".
>Closed the door shut. Told her to shut up, that everything that was going to happen there WAS GOING TO HAPPEN REGARDLESS, and there was NOTHING she could do to avoid it. That she could scream, fight, call for help, etc. But no one was going to help her, and there was nothing that she could do.
>She described the room as sound proof, there was multiple BDSM/torture tools in there: Whips, ropes, dildos, hooks for suspension, suspension rings in the ceiling, a small bed crossed by ropes underneath in order to restrain someone from the 4 extremities, a battery and 2 terminals, water, an old beautiful looking mirror at the feet of the bed, wooden floor, an old photography camera, a box with pictures, etc.
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Some of this was told right away, and some of this was told later. At first it was the story of some dude who raped her and tortured her. In the later it became more like a relationship between them.

>He hit her, kicked her, broke 2 ribs, then he brutally undressed her and carefully folded and put her clothes away. He told her to take off her underwear so she did. She told me she was in shock and the only thing she wanted was to die.
>He undressed himself, put a condom on, and kept hitting her, when she fought or screamed he would hit her harder.
>She felt him go inside her, he fucked her vaginally, then made her get on her knees and open her mouth and face fuck her. Then he anally raped her. He would put a towel in her neck and strangled her just before she passed out, then he would stop and keep fucking her.
>Then he practiced bondage on her, using Shibari knots, suspended her, hit her with whips.
>After all that he told her to go to the bathroom, in where there was nothing she could do to defend herself. No windows either.
>She took a shower, feeling disgusted and wanting to die. She was all with marks, bruises, etc. But curiously not in any visible part like her hands, wrists (she told me he used a protector for that), face or neck.
>After all that he used her family, who she told she loved very much and was the most important thing in her life for her as a psychological pressure for her. "You don't want your mom to know about this do you?, Imagine how she would felt about this, how she would cry. Imagine the impotence of your dad when he learns about what I did to you, and that He couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. Because everything I did to you I already have done. There's no turning back from now on. Do you want to become the victim? thats easy, do it, I don't care If I go to Jail, I honestly don't give a shit. But think on what your life is going to turn, how your family will be destroyed".
>So she didn't told anyone
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The relation with her rapist evolved:

In the following weeks of our relationship she started to give me more insight about the relationship with her attacker.

>The torture/rape sessions repeated, he would go near her school and catch here there, because he didn't wanted to be seen near the school.
Later she would change that, telling me some times he actually waited for her outside of her school
>She met with him in no less than 10 sessions. She recalled the pain of being suspended, restrained with ropes, the blood coming out of her skin, that initially she wanted to fight but there was nothing she could do.
>He would tell her to "disconnect", so eventually she still felt pain, but was apathic to it.
>Eventually she started to feel pleasure with the sex. And started to relate the control he inflicted on her to pleasure.
>He would train her, told her to say things like "I'm your doll master, You are my master, I love you more than my own life, Thanks for choosing me, Thanks for everything, Please bite me master make me feel I'm alive, Please penetrate me harder, please bond me make me feel I'm at your disposal, Please eyaculate in me master make me feel I'm your doll, Eyaculate in my mouth, Eyaculate in my face, hit me make me feel your my owner, Only you can make me feel this way, Only you can touch me, Don't stop I like it a lot, Play with me master, Don't leave me master, I need you master.

She always said that her master used a condom in every way, even on oral sex. she said he had some king of trouble in his head if he left genetic material in her. When he masturbated in her face using a condom he would just before cumming take it off and do a facial on her, then take a bit of the cum in her mouth and tell her to put her tounge on her gums and palate. She would say "It tastes to you master".
Only once he would cum directly on her mouth: He was masturbating at her face with her on her knees, looking at him or with something to cover her (cont.)

Stop larping here

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He grabbed her neck and she "as a reflect" opened her mouth and he came inside it. Then he told her "swallow it" no wait!- Spit it out, and then make her vomit.

Other times he would want to see her suffer.
>Gave her orders she couldn't obey like holding heavy books which she would drop because her lack of strength. So he would "punish her" by stranding her very hard, inserting needles in her (nipples, skin), Ordering her to "scream", or strangling her until she passed out.
>When she came to he would tell her "You passed out, I didn't gave you permission". So he would make her eat dog food from the floor, or raw meat. "Eat and look at me". She would vomit afterwards.

>As time went by she eventually told me he would teach her to do the same stuff to him, like using electricity which he also used on her.
(curiously, she later told me how to do it. One electrode to major labia and another to her same side nipple. Is that true?)

>Then the emotional training came by. He showed her a little rabbit. Made her play with him put him a name. Asked her "Do you like it? Do you love it?" "Yes" "You can't love anything else than me..." Then he slit his throat and drenched her with rabbit blood. Then he would fuck her and lick the blood out of her neck and face. After that he made her eat part of the flesh of the dead rabbit.
>Other time, there was another rabbit, which was her reward (he used to play with the punish/reward thing). Made her play with it for like a week, put him a name (drum), and ask her if he loved it. She said yes, and told her: "Kill it". She refused and he told her that if she didn't do that things were going to be worse. So she killed the rabbit. He congratulated her for that.
>Other times he made her kill hamsters and eat their flesh.

The other part she eventually told me, was that he gave her a connection to people. Sometimes she wouldn't know how to react to certain situations. So he told her how to. For instance how to (cont.)

I promise I'm not. I can send you the screenshots of the conversation with her about this stuff afterwards if you want.

Instead of posting your gay story, can you tell me why I'm being rejected from every school even though I got a 3.9 and a 518 (36) on the MCAT?

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(cont.) react to people feeling happy, sad, angry,etc. Or what to do if some dude asked her out. She should respond "I sincerely thank you, Ifeel flattered because of your invitation. But for me is not the moment nor the time, and I'm not interested."

Not everything was torture:

>Sometimes he would help her with homework.
>Sometimes he would hug her and cuddle with her all day.
>Sometimes they would watch movies and eat popcorn together.
>Sometimes he rewarded her with ropes colored the way she liked (vermilion red) or giving her nice things to eat.

This particular girl played the violin. So he make her get up at 5am and practice. He would also attend to her concerts and congratulate her. "good girl", "nice job", always from a distance showing something like "respect". She told me she was terrified on those concerts. But he told her to play only for him, and she did play beautifully. Eventually, she made me understand that she owed a lot to that person. That he made her "Functional".
But also he taught her to see people as dumb entities. That they saw the things they wanted to see. And that the goal for her was to pass unnoticed. And that if she saw something she wanted she should just take it, but take it with style. That when she took something or make something hers no one may know it. But she would. And that was taking it with style.
>I remember her, in another occasion, telling me that it doesn't matter if someone would dominate her, that didn't make her theirs. That when she noted that someone actually NEEDED something to get off (like having her say she was their doll, or doing a particular thing), they were theirs, SHE had the control on them, SHE controlled how, where and WHEN they cum.

At some point she told me she eventually was in love with him. That she felt a deep admiration for him. That he knew everything she didn't.

Until she told me he betrayed her. (cont.)

You should really have better writing skills for a "Dr".
You said you don't want influence an opinion of her, thread title says otherwise.

My advice:
Always stick your dick in crazy
Never give crazy contact details

tl;dr

Betrayal:

There were 2 sessions that were special:
She says she doesn't remember them correctly because before both of them she was forced to drink a glass of wine which she later would know contained some kind of drug (or drugs). After drinking the wine she felt funny, Paresthesias on her limbs, dizziness, feeling "melted", feeling like she didn't care about anything, loss of memory (she recalls the event as just fragments, not being sure of what went before or after). After that she was asked to remove her clothes and put a net suit like in the pic. And a collar.

>There was another guy, soft voice. About 1.76m (the other, regular guy was tall, 1,85-1,90m)
>She saw them taking, the regular guy asked if he bringed the stuff. Then he gave the other a condom.
>The new guy proceeded to start talking put ropes on her, very carefully as she recalls it. Looking for the aesthetics as she calls it. They should be black to contrast her skin. Knots. He looked like a careful person. He talked smoothly.

>Then He would give an speech about the beauty in the act. That bondage is a form of art. That suspending a woman is like capturing the flying of a bird. That everything had an aesthethic sense. Erotic from the view, to the pleasurable of the ropes. It sounded "poetic" as she puts it. That there should be special attention on the places where more pressure were to be applied. That the act was made for her pleasure and the pleasure of others. She doesn't really know if there were more people in the room, but she only saw two. He suspended her. He blindfolded her.

>What she remember afterwards is getting hit very hard with some kind of whip or flogger. Intense pain. Cuts on her skin (she told me that the flogger/whip had some kind of razor on it, either inside the whip part or on the pommel, she is not very clear about that. That he used on some kind of "back and forward" fashion.)
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My English is not perfect, I know.

>She also recalls the most terrible thing in the session, being asphyxiated with a wet cloth that covered her whole head. Also some kind of "ball gag" that opened her mouth alongside with a clip on her nose.
>She recalls cuts on her glutes, and back.
When I inspected her body, there where marks of cuts on between her buttcheeks on a horizontal plane. Also on her forearms, but some longitudinal and some transversal.

>She recalls hearing "You look beautiful like this", "A little doll", "Precious", "so much pleasure". As she was fucked.
>She recalls being fucked hard, then he would stop to hit her more and then start fucking her again. She recalls being double penetrated (anal-vaginal) which she describes as like she was going to get ripped apart. Also Being fucked face down (suspended) vaginally and orally.
>The habitual person who she had this D/s relationship would stop the other guy if the thing got too rough, or too many cuts, etc. He modulated the session.

She's not clear about what was the first or the second session.

After the session she would lay on the floor, full of cuts and bruises. And the regular guy would take her to a ice cold bath and tell her "sorry".

She also remembers hearing, on another occasion, the regular guy talking on the phone saying "Yes yes!, I know I fucked up!, but it's not like that! No! the girl will not talk I swear"

After the two sessions that involved what I just told you. The regular guy said that he had to go far away because of work. And that he was deeply sorry about that.

Then it ended.
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The following year she accepted that she looked for him, tried to find his house without success (because he would always take a different route, etc). That she waited for him on the places he would normally catch her. And that she stopped eating, losing 10kg of bodyweight. She also recognizes having vivid nightmares that would only stop when she met with the guy for a session. So when the nightmares started there was no way to make them stop. She also recalls him saying that when she slept alone he would always be there, in her dreams.

Another time, when I asked her to vividly recall everything that happened she recognized that the guy used some kine of "mask" like the one a executor would use. So she couldn't see his face. Also, he would make her choose a different photograph from a little box and asking her to tell him who he was. Everytime the former photograph wasn't there. So when she said "it's not here" he would hit here and force her to chose one.
Initially she told me the guy had dark skin, but later that his skin was white.
Other times he would say he was a "beast", that he was trapped in that human form. That he should have fangs and claws. Asked her if she didn't notice that when he bit her (tits, legs, abdomen). Also that he had a tattoo of something ripping his skin and coming out.
Also, that before he started to force her call him "master" he forced her to call him "Ruben", but she recalled that her real name was "Raul", from the times she visited her friend house and he was called by her friend.
I tried to help her by having her imagine me beating the beast. And freeing her of those memories.
Later she would tell me she started dreaming about me in those dreams. Me replacing her attacker, or me in the room. With hair instead of skin in a patchy fashion.


>That, was the story she told me. Was it real? Should I believe her?

Im going to tell you how I catch her pathological lies now.

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Not, how did you pass med exams with that English, how did you pass any exams with that English?

Therefore, op is just roleplaying :/

At first, I noted inconsistencies on her stories. When I confronted her she always had a clever way out to talk me out of it. Or changed the subject.

Weird stuff she told me, A guy she met when she was in college, that had antisocial tendencies. She remembers feeling engaged when he would tell her that "wouln't it be cool if we break everything in this place, all the glasses and stuff. Wouldn't it be beautiful to see the caos? See all the people here screaming thinking the worst? Wouldn't that people start living their life differently after this?

>Also, I noted she hadn't any deep friends. Al her relationships where superficial. But life went kinda well for her. She was so delicate, nice, lady like, innocent, cute, etc.

Eventually on her previous relationship her ex cheated on her. So she, did the following.
Another thing she told me, was that on her previous relationship she made an experiment. She would change the place of the things of her ex were. His toothbrush, his coat, etc. So eventually he always asked her where his things where. Not noticing she was the one who moved them. So he started to depend on her.
Also, that she exploited her emotional weaknesses, like when her abusive dad called her "Alfie" when he was mad. So sometimes for no reason she called her "Alfie". When he asked her why she would call him like that she replied that she just liked it, no particular reason.

Eventually, it evolved, as she told me, to make her ex burn her arm with a hot knife. But not because she ordered him to, but because she provoked him by saying she would leave him.

On another occasion she told me, that the dog crapped the floor. So she threaten her ex to leave him. He would beg her not to, that he would do anything.
>You would do anything? OK, then prove it. Eat the dog shit.
And he ate it, as she said.

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You don't honestly expect us to read all that, do you?

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I remember assisting to a meeting with her friends. She didn't talked much. Everything she did looked like a performance. A shallow version of her that interacted just enough, that laughed just enough, but deeply she wasn't really there. We left early.

All the topic about her abuse, rape, torture and submission had me feeling like shit. The impotence of not being able to do anything about it. She preferred for some reason to just get over it and keep moving. I didn't know how she could do that. Because I'm talking of someone that sometimes would have somatizations of everything, reviving the event, nausea, screams, and not being able to recognize the room she was in nor me.
She would look at me with wide open eyes for like 10 seconds, not saying a word. Asking me "who are you?".

>But I never saw her drop a single tear.
Even sometimes she would tell me she cried for two hours straight.

So, I noticed that all this topic with her was taking a toll on me. I got distanced from my friends, the activities I enjoyed doing, my medical courses (I stopped assisting for feeling like crap), even my family (I started to spend a LOT of time alone with her).

So I started asking her questions, she didn't like that. I started asking her for proofs of the things she was doing, and she always got mad at it. Saying I was a psyco, just like her ex. That relationships should be based on trust. Sometimes she told me I was sick, too obsessive (about the subject of her torture/rape/submission). That I should just let it go. But I couldn't. I always ended up asking more, and she gave me more.
Now that I think of it, she used what I was asking her to give me the answer that I wanted to hear.

Sometimes she would tell me she was doing extra hours at the hospital. And she interacted with me in those occasions. (cont.)

stop RPing fag

One particular time. She sent me the pic above. Saying that she was deleting stuff from her computer, specially thing about her ex, because she thought that I would get mad If I saw them.
She sent it to me because it appeared to her that she was thinner before. Supposedly the picture was from before she entered her anesthesiology residency.

I asked for more photos but was denied of them because she had already "deleted" them.

This occurred the 25/06/2018

She was in a maternity shift then. (supposedly).

Another time, we where in a bad shape as a couple, so the theme "we should think on breaking up because this is not going well for us". Appeared. She supposedly was on shift the day and night before. And then the next day she should stay in the hospital until 7pm. I asked her to meet, but she refused, she was too "emotionaly and physically tired". So she was going to sleep in the hospital.
My doubts increased, I went to the hospital to pick her up anyway, Called her, her phone was dead. 2-3 hours passed. No response.
I asked the guards If I could somehow comunicate to the anesthesia residency, they told me no.
So I called the hospital operator, presenting me as a doctor, to tell her that I was there to pick up my girlfriend. It was impossible to communicate with them either. So the operator called to the OR and asked if someone could go to the residency and wake her up. The response I got was: "The doctor you seek is not in the hospital right now, is not anywhere she could be sleeping and she was out today."

Fuck.
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I went home, got up early. I knew she arrived there about 8am. So I arrived there at 7:10.
Just as I arrived I saw her. Wet hair, purple shirt, black pants and jacket, with her backpack on.

Fuck.

Later that day I asked where that residency was located, She told me that in the -1 floor, and was a residency not commonly known by anesthesiologists. It was the residency that the urologist used (but if you work in the medical field you should know that urologists don't do shifts), so her phone acted weird and had no signal. So I asked if she had to get out of the hospital in order to get out of the residency. She said no. I told her a friend saw her entering the hospital and she denied it was her. That many anesthesiologist looked like her.

Then I asked for her phone. She went batshit.

The next day we had an argument, she ended up telling me "I want to be alone, why don't you go home?" I truly wanted to say sorry and make things better. But no, not this time. I actually went home.
I didn't called or texted for the whole day. Went to the gym. On my way home I started to notice every inconsistency on her stories, Something was not right. Was I paranoid? Or my guts were telling me something?

So I called a psychiatrist friend of mine who I had already told her the whole Rape/abuse/submission thing. I asked her: "I'm afraid, how can I know if I'm dating a sociopath?".
>Do you want me to be honest? That's the first thing I thought when you told me everything.
She told me her story was too fantasy like. Too elaborate. Also the person who raped her on the later 2 sessions (the more brutal ones were she was drugged), I supposedly knew him in person because of a the former girlfriend that was into BDSM. This psychiatrist friend of mine also knew him.
>That person is one of my best friends. I could give you faith that he is NOT the one on the story. He is the most tender person I've ever known. I don't thing he is capable of something like that. (cont.)

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>IT'S NOT REAL. You will acknowledge that eventually. Maybe you will not break up with her right away, because you may be still in love with her. But follow my advice: Play with her mind. Tell her that eventually you're going to some event and met the guy in person. You'll see how she will react. She made the mistake to put the image of his rapist to my best friend. Someone I actually know. He is not as tall as she says, he is 1.60m, And he has never lived in the region where she lived when she was 15-16.

So I did.

I recieved a "please forgive me" text from my gf and told her that I loved her and wanted to see her. So I drove to her place. We talked and waited for her to fall asleep.
Then I told her that I was going to meet the guy and she asked WHEN was going to be the event. She didn't seem bothered, she just seemed weirdly apathetic about that. That I could do anything I wanted. But that she knew that I was going to be a participant in the event, like perform bondage or stuff like that.

I tried to check her phone but the stupid iPhone X Face ID denied it for me. So I checked her computer.

What I found where a lot of pictures of her and her ex, which she told me she deleted. The suggestive photos that were deleted too? there where a lot more of them. Also naked pictures of her and her ex.
I opened her mail.
>I found that her ex's mail was open too. To my fear: The Uber receipts from when she went to my place were also going in her ex's account. And my address was there.
I checked the "notes" app: 25/5/2018: the pic I posted above and a text that said "25/5/18: maternity shift, hajasjasja" Also some usernames and passwords which I couldn't understand from were they were.
I didn't find any photos of her mother being in chemo, or anything like that.

Then I knew who I was dealing with.

(cont.)

Gay and boring.

Sorry not sorry, opie

I got in bed with her.
Told her I loved very much.
She noted I was cold from being out of bed. She asked immediately where I was, what was I doing.
>Nothing live, I just was cold.
>WHERE IS MY COMPUTER??
>I don't know? where did you left it?
>IT WAS HERE, WHERE IS IT?? I WANT TO SEE A MOVIE, Lets see a movie?
>Love, it's 7am, why would you want to see a movie now?
>ITs because... I always put a movie to fall asleep again.

Then she found her computer and checked if I went on it. Obviously I left it just like I found it.
She closed it and started sleeping again.
I told her then that I had to go home because whatever. Asked her to come with me.

We went home, and on the way I told her: "You know? I still love you regardless". "You know, I saw this movie, Nightcrawler, The guy said in the movie "It's not I don't understand people, I just don't like them" what do you think about that?" -"That's a beautiful movie? a very interesting one?" Looking at me with hateful eyes. I think then she know what I knew.
"Could you swear to me that you weren't the person my friend saw?"
She denied it, not showing any kind of remorse.

We got to my room and then I told her:
"What happens If I check your phone now?"
-You would laugh, I just have dumb stuff.
-Show it to me then
-OK, but If I show it to you it means THIS IS OVER.
-hmm... Ok, show it to me

Her face changed, like she wasn't believing what was happening

-Don't you understand? I MEAN YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN.
-Well that's unfortunate, Can I see it?
-you don't care...
-Are you going to show it to me or not?
-IM DONE, YOU ARE JUST A PSYCO LIKE MY EX, I DON'T NEED THIS. I'M LEAVING.

Then I started laughing and said:

-Why do you do this? Stop it, it doesn't matter anymore. You Lost.

She looked at me with that same sight, wide open eyes

I continued:
-You know? you are good, SO good, but you're not as good as you think you are. I catched you. Live with that.
There will be always someone that will catch you. In this case it was me. But you know what? I don't even care.
Should I open the door for you?

-Please.

And then she left.

And it was over.

I think you spent so much time on this because your ego needs some balm. Yeah, you showed her all right. Not! But, so what?

Look it is not important who "won". It is okay to be a sap from time to time. If you don't let some people in, if you keep your guard up at all times, you will never be in a meaningful relationship. Don't allow your experience with her to cloud your next relationships, there are these lovely, selfless, great girls out there. Not all are like your ex.

Of course, it is not okay to be a sap to the same person forever, and it is not okay to be manipulative and cheat, like she did. You are not in danger of either, you seem to be a moral and not too gullible guy. You should just move on, your pride will hurt a little, but that is all.

Thanks for the advice bro.
You're right. This happened yesterday and I think my ego needs some validation.
After all, she didn't gave me any understanding during the relationship, aside from isolating me.
What I'm doing now is talking about this with my friends, colleagues and family