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A toxic-ass fucking relationship
Apr. 25th, 2026 11:31 pmThis is the kind of thought I'd actually post to my Spacehey, but thanks to our favorite idiot governor, Spacehey is permanently banned in New York under dumbass age verification laws, while Roblox is still allowed to operate here after full out stating they think the pedophilia ring is "an opportunity". But that's not what I'm currently fighting mad about.
Holy shit. This fucking creep. This FUCKING creep. I let them smother me for the past two semesters of college. The occasional hug when we saw each other escalated into leading me into quiet rooms where there were ZERO cameras and ZERO people around to catch us if it took a turn for the perverse, to full-on cuddle for 10-20 minutes STRAIGHT. And I don't mean some cutesy "sitting together and nuzzling into each other against the wall", I mean "me sitting in their lap, getting pressed against their shoulders and chest, having my cheeks squished like a cat, getting pressed against the wall, and laying down with them". Shit that if you passed by, you would've thought we were being intimate. It escalated to the point where we would only uncouple on THEIR terms. The last time I let them cuddle me, I tried to wiggle out because I wanted to be packed up and ready for when my mom showed up, and they just tightened their hold on me for another two minutes.
When it started getting annoying, I decided to straight up ask them if I was their friend or just their emotional support rag. And when I tell you how fast the guy dodged that question and all it implied. They very quickly, sheepishly said I was their friend, and then started grilling me about how I don't ever want to hang out or grumble when I'm asked to come cuddle them in that room at the back of the left wing for the sixth time that week when I'm in the middle of something else.
They started calling me "one of the most important people in their life", even though we've only been speaking to each other for a couple years AND they had a whole girlfriend at the start of their semester, who they broke up with shortly after this started getting into 10-20 minute cuddles territory. Full disclosure, I don't know if I really am a factor in their breakup, but when this guy didn't even leave the room his ex was in before he sent me a message summoning me to come cuddle with him, and I watch her watch me walk away with them, it's not a good fucking look, is it? When I finally laid down some boundaries, like just ask me if I'm available to hang out instead of forcing it on me, and I promise I'll be upfront and say "no" instead of coming to you while angrily grumbling the whole way, this was fine for about a week before they started pouting that it felt like I was avoiding them, and they were avoiding me, so now for the next several weeks it was "hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?"
And you'll NEVER guess what these private talks entailed! That's right, MORE fucking cuddling in closed rooms where no one would see us if they decided to seriously hurt me! And then the private talks ESCALATED to asking me where we are as a relationship, and even after I put my foot down and plainly stated I do not like them that way and I want to remain single for a while after the last toxic relationship I was in, which played out eerily similar to this, they asked about it a second time, then asked me if I ever felt the desire to kiss them when our faces were close.
This was when I had enough and started to cut them off. I talked to two of their professors, and those guys' facial expressions when I told them about the cuddling made it clear I was now doing the right thing and should never have let it escalate to this. I mean, I literally got in trouble for hanging out in the auditorium alone, why did I think someone else leading me into unmonitored rooms was okay? Why did I remain polite about it? Knowing they would feel betrayed, I also muted them on Discord, hoping they'd take the hint. They did not. They immediately wanted to have another one of our "private talks", which of course I didn't do because I knew they weren't going to internalize anything.
Last Thursday, I saw them sitting at the bench where my mom usually picks me up, so I quietly watched them inside to see if they'd leave or start walking back towards me. Which they DID, meaning I feel like I was pretty right to be alert, especially because they do not regularly sit at that bench, so how would I know they weren't trying to meet with me? Then, tonight, in my Discord inbox, I see a message from them asking me not to look at them through windows or start speedwalking the other way when I see them walking toward me, because it's "super creepy".
Hey, you know what I say to that?
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.
YOU'RE LUCKY I STOPPED AT EXPLAINING THE SITUATION TO YOUR PROFESSORS. I HAVE HALF A MIND TO REPORT YOU STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING DEAN. IT IS TAKING ALL THE RESTRAINT IN MY BODY TO NOT UNBLOCK YOU RIGHT NOW AND LET LOOSE WITH ALL THIS RIGHT TO YOUR FACE.
YOU DO NOT GET TO BE A FUCKING CREEP TOWARDS ME FOR TWO YEARS, YOU DO NOT GET TO ESCALATE THAT CREEPY BEHAVIOR THE PAST FOUR MONTHS TO WHERE I WONDER IF YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE IT ANY FURTHER WITH ME, AND THEN SAY MY EFFORTS TO AVOID BEING NEAR YOU ARE MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL WHEN YOU INSIST ON MAKING ME CUDDLE WITH YOU WHERE NOBODY ELSE COULD SEE IT IF YOU DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING REALLY PERVERTED TO ME?! EVEN WHEN I ASKED IF WE COULD START HANGING OUT WHERE OTHER PEOPLE ARE INSTEAD, YOU STILL MADE ME FOLLOW YOU TO A SECLUDED SPOT IN THE COMPUTER LAB WHERE NO ONE WOULD SEE US. I TOLD YOU MY ISSUE UPFRONT AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO RESPECT MY CONCERN FOR ONE EVENING. THANK FUCKING CHRIST THAT STUDENT CAME IN TO WORK ON HER PROJECT. I GAVE YOU CLEAR HINTS THAT WHAT WE WERE DOING WAS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE. I MADE ATTEMPTS TO LAY DOWN BOUNDARIES THAT YOU WERE BLATANTLY NOT RESPECTING. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YOU THOUGHT THAT THE WAY I JUST WANTED TO WALK BY YOU AND SAY HI FELT LIKE YOU HAD TO AVOID ME. I TOLD YOU 40 TIMES I WASN'T UPSET AT YOU. I TOLD YOU 40 TIMES I'M THE KIND OF PERSON WHO PREFERS HER SPACE DURING HER DOWNTIME. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COULDN'T GO ONE DAY WITHOUT BARGING IN TO SEE ME, EVEN WHEN I WAS IN PAIN FROM MY WISDOM TEETH EMERGING OR TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON SOMETHING ELSE. YOU ARE A CREEP. YOU ARE ONE OF THE CREEPIEST FUCKING PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET. PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WHY WE'VE STARTED EDUCATING EACH OTHER ON WHAT RED FLAGS LOOK LIKE. I SHOULD NOT HAVE LET THE FRIENDSHIP GO ON THIS LONG AND GET THIS BAD.
I literally fucking hope that full-on blocking you on Discord after telling you you're one to talk about calling anyone else creepy, after being polite for way too fucking long, is what finally gets it through your thick skull. If you try to talk to me privately again this coming week, I'M GOING STRAIGHT TO CAMPUS SECURITY AND MAKING THIS STOP ONCE AND FOR ALL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WILL YOU INTERNALIZE THIS INSTEAD OF PRETENDING TO AND THEN GOING BACK TO DOING THE THINGS THAT MADE ME UNCOMFORTABLE TO BEGIN WITH?
Sigh.
[Redacted, be fucking thankful I'm redacting], if you're reading this, and you probably will as you try to find some other way to contact me, you have gotten every bit as bad as Greg. Actually, maybe even a little worse, because as manipulative and clingy as Greg was, at least he was willing to get all clingy with me in the presence of other people, and he took the hint when I broke it off with him. You have officially come off as creepier and more toxic than the boy who literally showed up to my house with a cookie in an attempt to keep me from breaking up with him. Go take that into an empty room and cuddle with it.
Holy shit. This fucking creep. This FUCKING creep. I let them smother me for the past two semesters of college. The occasional hug when we saw each other escalated into leading me into quiet rooms where there were ZERO cameras and ZERO people around to catch us if it took a turn for the perverse, to full-on cuddle for 10-20 minutes STRAIGHT. And I don't mean some cutesy "sitting together and nuzzling into each other against the wall", I mean "me sitting in their lap, getting pressed against their shoulders and chest, having my cheeks squished like a cat, getting pressed against the wall, and laying down with them". Shit that if you passed by, you would've thought we were being intimate. It escalated to the point where we would only uncouple on THEIR terms. The last time I let them cuddle me, I tried to wiggle out because I wanted to be packed up and ready for when my mom showed up, and they just tightened their hold on me for another two minutes.
When it started getting annoying, I decided to straight up ask them if I was their friend or just their emotional support rag. And when I tell you how fast the guy dodged that question and all it implied. They very quickly, sheepishly said I was their friend, and then started grilling me about how I don't ever want to hang out or grumble when I'm asked to come cuddle them in that room at the back of the left wing for the sixth time that week when I'm in the middle of something else.
They started calling me "one of the most important people in their life", even though we've only been speaking to each other for a couple years AND they had a whole girlfriend at the start of their semester, who they broke up with shortly after this started getting into 10-20 minute cuddles territory. Full disclosure, I don't know if I really am a factor in their breakup, but when this guy didn't even leave the room his ex was in before he sent me a message summoning me to come cuddle with him, and I watch her watch me walk away with them, it's not a good fucking look, is it? When I finally laid down some boundaries, like just ask me if I'm available to hang out instead of forcing it on me, and I promise I'll be upfront and say "no" instead of coming to you while angrily grumbling the whole way, this was fine for about a week before they started pouting that it felt like I was avoiding them, and they were avoiding me, so now for the next several weeks it was "hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?" "Hey, can we talk?"
And you'll NEVER guess what these private talks entailed! That's right, MORE fucking cuddling in closed rooms where no one would see us if they decided to seriously hurt me! And then the private talks ESCALATED to asking me where we are as a relationship, and even after I put my foot down and plainly stated I do not like them that way and I want to remain single for a while after the last toxic relationship I was in, which played out eerily similar to this, they asked about it a second time, then asked me if I ever felt the desire to kiss them when our faces were close.
This was when I had enough and started to cut them off. I talked to two of their professors, and those guys' facial expressions when I told them about the cuddling made it clear I was now doing the right thing and should never have let it escalate to this. I mean, I literally got in trouble for hanging out in the auditorium alone, why did I think someone else leading me into unmonitored rooms was okay? Why did I remain polite about it? Knowing they would feel betrayed, I also muted them on Discord, hoping they'd take the hint. They did not. They immediately wanted to have another one of our "private talks", which of course I didn't do because I knew they weren't going to internalize anything.
Last Thursday, I saw them sitting at the bench where my mom usually picks me up, so I quietly watched them inside to see if they'd leave or start walking back towards me. Which they DID, meaning I feel like I was pretty right to be alert, especially because they do not regularly sit at that bench, so how would I know they weren't trying to meet with me? Then, tonight, in my Discord inbox, I see a message from them asking me not to look at them through windows or start speedwalking the other way when I see them walking toward me, because it's "super creepy".
Hey, you know what I say to that?
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.
YOU'RE LUCKY I STOPPED AT EXPLAINING THE SITUATION TO YOUR PROFESSORS. I HAVE HALF A MIND TO REPORT YOU STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING DEAN. IT IS TAKING ALL THE RESTRAINT IN MY BODY TO NOT UNBLOCK YOU RIGHT NOW AND LET LOOSE WITH ALL THIS RIGHT TO YOUR FACE.
YOU DO NOT GET TO BE A FUCKING CREEP TOWARDS ME FOR TWO YEARS, YOU DO NOT GET TO ESCALATE THAT CREEPY BEHAVIOR THE PAST FOUR MONTHS TO WHERE I WONDER IF YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE IT ANY FURTHER WITH ME, AND THEN SAY MY EFFORTS TO AVOID BEING NEAR YOU ARE MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL WHEN YOU INSIST ON MAKING ME CUDDLE WITH YOU WHERE NOBODY ELSE COULD SEE IT IF YOU DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING REALLY PERVERTED TO ME?! EVEN WHEN I ASKED IF WE COULD START HANGING OUT WHERE OTHER PEOPLE ARE INSTEAD, YOU STILL MADE ME FOLLOW YOU TO A SECLUDED SPOT IN THE COMPUTER LAB WHERE NO ONE WOULD SEE US. I TOLD YOU MY ISSUE UPFRONT AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO RESPECT MY CONCERN FOR ONE EVENING. THANK FUCKING CHRIST THAT STUDENT CAME IN TO WORK ON HER PROJECT. I GAVE YOU CLEAR HINTS THAT WHAT WE WERE DOING WAS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE. I MADE ATTEMPTS TO LAY DOWN BOUNDARIES THAT YOU WERE BLATANTLY NOT RESPECTING. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YOU THOUGHT THAT THE WAY I JUST WANTED TO WALK BY YOU AND SAY HI FELT LIKE YOU HAD TO AVOID ME. I TOLD YOU 40 TIMES I WASN'T UPSET AT YOU. I TOLD YOU 40 TIMES I'M THE KIND OF PERSON WHO PREFERS HER SPACE DURING HER DOWNTIME. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COULDN'T GO ONE DAY WITHOUT BARGING IN TO SEE ME, EVEN WHEN I WAS IN PAIN FROM MY WISDOM TEETH EMERGING OR TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON SOMETHING ELSE. YOU ARE A CREEP. YOU ARE ONE OF THE CREEPIEST FUCKING PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET. PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WHY WE'VE STARTED EDUCATING EACH OTHER ON WHAT RED FLAGS LOOK LIKE. I SHOULD NOT HAVE LET THE FRIENDSHIP GO ON THIS LONG AND GET THIS BAD.
I literally fucking hope that full-on blocking you on Discord after telling you you're one to talk about calling anyone else creepy, after being polite for way too fucking long, is what finally gets it through your thick skull. If you try to talk to me privately again this coming week, I'M GOING STRAIGHT TO CAMPUS SECURITY AND MAKING THIS STOP ONCE AND FOR ALL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WILL YOU INTERNALIZE THIS INSTEAD OF PRETENDING TO AND THEN GOING BACK TO DOING THE THINGS THAT MADE ME UNCOMFORTABLE TO BEGIN WITH?
Sigh.
[Redacted, be fucking thankful I'm redacting], if you're reading this, and you probably will as you try to find some other way to contact me, you have gotten every bit as bad as Greg. Actually, maybe even a little worse, because as manipulative and clingy as Greg was, at least he was willing to get all clingy with me in the presence of other people, and he took the hint when I broke it off with him. You have officially come off as creepier and more toxic than the boy who literally showed up to my house with a cookie in an attempt to keep me from breaking up with him. Go take that into an empty room and cuddle with it.
