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Originally Posted by masraum
Wow, that's seriously messed up! Did you find out while you guys were still friends or did you find this out later?
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I figured it out.
I pursued her (Karen) a little freshmen year. She told me she wasn't interested. I stopped the pursuit.
Sophomore year I was interested in her roommate. All was going well until suddenly her roommate stopped talking to me out of the blue.
Realizing that I'd lost interest in her and really only thought of her as a friend, Sophomore year she invited herself to spend the night in my room. I offered to sleep on the floor. She had a boyfriend. She had other ideas. It was fun, but I knew it was a one-off. (She probably told her boyfriend about it hoping he'd beat me up. He broke up with her instead.) I still wasn't interested in her anymore.
One day, over the summer after sophomore year, she called me up and told me that my friend Bob was harassing her and asked me to talk to him for her. I called Bob up and he started laughing hilariously. After he finally calmed down, he said: "Dude! She just called me, told me you were harassing her, and asked me to talk to you!". We came up with a plan: never, ever mention it to her again. She craved drama and conflict. We would deny it to her. The next day, the three of us hung out. She was visibly irritated that Bob and I weren't fighting over her. She finally blurted out: "Did you guys talk!?" I replied: "Yep. We worked it out. Don't worry about it." We refused to ever tell her about our conversation. It drove her crazy.
Junior year she offered to give me a ride home for Thanksgiving (we were from the same home town). She told me to swing by her room that night around 8:00. At 8:00, I stopped by. Her roommate told me that she had left that morning. 8:00 was after all of the busses and trains had left. I had to call my parents and have them drive down to pick me up.
By this point, we were no longer friends. I didn't talk to her. I didn't invite her to stuff. I'd say "hi" in the hallway and that was it. I started dating my now wife at the beginning of junior year. She wanted me as a permanent backup. Shortly before Christmas, she started spreading rumors on the floor that I was a coke head (never touched the stuff) and my wife was trying to trap me into marriage by getting pregnant (we'd not consummated at that point--when I heard that rumor I knew exactly who started it and why). She was trying to break us up. One night, my wife and I had a long talk and I explained the whole situation to her. That same night, Karen, the psycho, fled Illinois for Colorado never to return. She knew that we were onto her, and couldn't bear to deal with the fallout. I've been free of the ***** ever since and my wife and I married six years later.