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HorneLord · 09-22-2007, 11:16 AM

I met my Ex whilst we were working in a restaraunt. She was studying at the local university which was around 250 miles from where she used to live.

We decided to relocate to her home town and rent the annex next door to her parents house. We were together for around 3 1/2 years and everything seemed to be fine until she started a new job which was around 6 months prior to our breakup. I started to notice suttle changes in her behaviour and I started to se a wall come between us. We still seemed to be in love so ignored the problem.

She started to go to the pub with her new friends from work and I was keen to meet them. After four months without an invite I asked if I could join her and her new friends for a drink. She replied that her male friends are attractive and I would get jealous. She would neither talk on the phone while he was with her friends.

I was quite upset so sought counsel with her mother. As I said we were living next door to her parents. Her mother said that my ex has her own friends and that had nothing to do with me. I knew from that moment on that her mothers advice to my ex was not good and seemed to undermine our relationship. I then started to find out my ex had spoken to her mother about more personal things and sought her advice. When I expressed my concern for our relationship to her mother and I told her that we need to sit down and talk through whats going on.

Her mother snapped and told me that thats not how to sort out a problem She told me that I was paranoid and said that was on drugs. I decided to leave the room. A few weeks later I took a trip to my home town. Three days into the trip I received a call from my ex telling me she did not want to be with me anymore. I was devasted and when I asked why was told that I am pathetic. She refused to talk to me from that moment on.

I then returned to our home after my trip. She refused to talk to me or have any conact and her mother told me to leave me alone. I was then evicted by her mother from the home we shared and I had to relocate 250 miles again to move back with my parents.

The house we lived in needed repairs - no hot water - rising damp on a wall - broken window in the kitchen - leaking shower. I had asked her parents over the course of a year to fix the problems as they were our landlords. They did not but I understood that they were busy and being my exs parents did not want to push the matter. I found out recently that the house has been fixed - all problems solved and has been redecorated.

Her parents did not like me - I was form the north and they were from the south. Any moral of the story would be never to live next door to the parents of your partner. They will never think you are good enough for there son/daughter and will manipulate your partner with patience and mind games.

I was alone and far from my family and close friends and was in a position where I could be treated like this. I trusted there parents and thought they were my friends. How wrong I was.

09-22-2007, 11:16 AM	#90 (permalink)
HorneLord Upright	My Breakup I met my Ex whilst we were working in a restaraunt. She was studying at the local university which was around 250 miles from where she used to live. We decided to relocate to her home town and rent the annex next door to her parents house. We were together for around 3 1/2 years and everything seemed to be fine until she started a new job which was around 6 months prior to our breakup. I started to notice suttle changes in her behaviour and I started to se a wall come between us. We still seemed to be in love so ignored the problem. She started to go to the pub with her new friends from work and I was keen to meet them. After four months without an invite I asked if I could join her and her new friends for a drink. She replied that her male friends are attractive and I would get jealous. She would neither talk on the phone while he was with her friends. I was quite upset so sought counsel with her mother. As I said we were living next door to her parents. Her mother said that my ex has her own friends and that had nothing to do with me. I knew from that moment on that her mothers advice to my ex was not good and seemed to undermine our relationship. I then started to find out my ex had spoken to her mother about more personal things and sought her advice. When I expressed my concern for our relationship to her mother and I told her that we need to sit down and talk through whats going on. Her mother snapped and told me that thats not how to sort out a problem She told me that I was paranoid and said that was on drugs. I decided to leave the room. A few weeks later I took a trip to my home town. Three days into the trip I received a call from my ex telling me she did not want to be with me anymore. I was devasted and when I asked why was told that I am pathetic. She refused to talk to me from that moment on. I then returned to our home after my trip. She refused to talk to me or have any conact and her mother told me to leave me alone. I was then evicted by her mother from the home we shared and I had to relocate 250 miles again to move back with my parents. The house we lived in needed repairs - no hot water - rising damp on a wall - broken window in the kitchen - leaking shower. I had asked her parents over the course of a year to fix the problems as they were our landlords. They did not but I understood that they were busy and being my exs parents did not want to push the matter. I found out recently that the house has been fixed - all problems solved and has been redecorated. Her parents did not like me - I was form the north and they were from the south. Any moral of the story would be never to live next door to the parents of your partner. They will never think you are good enough for there son/daughter and will manipulate your partner with patience and mind games. I was alone and far from my family and close friends and was in a position where I could be treated like this. I trusted there parents and thought they were my friends. How wrong I was.