8/02/2011

Destructive Criticism

Story Sent in by Dave:

I was with Kyla for over a year and we had an apartment together. I decided to take a weekend to fly out to see my family. Kyla worked Saturdays, so she couldn't accompany me, although in the time leading up to my departure date, everything seemed fine between us, and at least from my point of view, nothing was amiss.

I left, had a good time with my family, and it was an overall pleasant trip. Of note was the fact that whenever I called Kyla to say hi, she behaved as she normally did. We told each other "I love you," "I miss you," and "Can't wait to see you." Again, nothing seemed to be wrong.

Late Sunday night, I returned from the weekend to find the apartment in ruins. Every bit of clothing, some torn, was strewn on the floor. Kitchen utensils were sticking out of the walls and the ceiling. Electronics were bashed in. Food was smeared everywhere. Furniture was overturned. If a horde of Vikings had charged through our apartment, they could not have lay greater waste.

"Kyla?" I called for her and looked everywhere, in a complete panic, "Kyla?"

She wasn't there, but I did find a note, stuck to the fridge door by a knife. It read, "Dave, I don't think we should be together anymore. I took all of my things that I wanted. Anything else is yours. Byeeee!!!"

I called her up instantly. She picked up, "Hello?"

"Um, do you think we could have a talk? I don't understand what's going on, here."

She said, "Oh, it's easy. Anything left there is yours."

"You've done thousands of dollars worth of damage!" I yelled.

She said, "Wow. Your girlfriend breaks up with you and you're more concerned with your stuff?"

"It's not my stuff I care about, it's why you felt a need to do this. What do you think I did to you that merited it?"

She replied, "Oh, get over it," and hung up.

I didn't call her back, although I was essentially a basket case over the following week. What I did do was take photos of everything, tally up the damage, called a cleaning service, received an estimate, and called her father (whose number, luckily, I had) to explain the situation.

"I would rather not make it a legal matter, but there's been destruction of private property, not to mention the fact that I'll probably lose my half of the security deposit because of this."

Her father was very understanding and rational. He didn't go into anything about Kyla herself, but he asked that I send him the pictures, which I did.

Within the next week, I received a check for the amount for which I had asked. I didn't hear from him or Kyla ever again, leaving me alone to fix the apartment and fix, well, my life.

9 comments:

  1. Assuming the OP really isn't leaving anything out, then the explanation is probably that she simply got tired of him, met another dude, and figured that an abrupt, angry breakup beats a few weeks of pointless "Let's try to work it out, please, I love you!" and "Honey, I'll change, I swear!"

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  2. Yes, because when you break-up with someone it's customary to destroy all their possessions without warning.

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  3. She met someone Saturday night, brought him and his friends home, had a trash party, fucked his brains out, and decided to just leave the looser already.

    Women will tell you they miss you and that they love you until 10 minutes before they break up. It's life, deal with it.

    You handled it just like i would though, and i think it's the only thing you can do

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  4. Hmmm. A Bad Case Of The People That Should Be Stabbed In The Face, methinks.

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  5. At least you got money for the damage, OP. Her father could have easily refused and you would have had to pay for a lawyer, court fees, etc.

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  7. Maybe the father agreed readily to pay because that chick's made a pattern of doing this.

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  8. This website does nothing to dissuade people from the "bitches be crazy" argument and this girl does the least helping of any in recent memory.

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  9. Wow, just wow OP. You had one crazy girl there, better now than when you have even more expensive things.
    Another supporting story for the "Bitches bee crazy" logo we so badly need

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