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This dates back almost a year now, the first real girlfriend I ever had. Met her in school a while back but thanks to my inexperience never really realized she had a crush on me until I outright asked her out because I had feelings for her too. Our first date was to a carnival, and my first kiss was on a ferris wheel. Back then I didn't really care that she was a bit off mentally, because she seemed to be a genuine great person. Unfortunately I didn't have any dudebros warn me about sticking my dick in crazy. Fast forward 4 months, we're in a bdsm relationship doing all types of kinky shit. Sleep sex was my favorite. She'd sleep, or pretend to, and I'd wake her up by fucking her. One day she told me she didn't want to do that anymore, and I was chill with it. 2 weeks later? She's lying on my bed next to me, moaning in her sleep. Or at least, what looks like sleep. From my horny young eyes I saw her pretending to sleep while touching her self. In actuality, it was much worse. I start fucking her, and at first she woke up and liked it. Asked me to keep going, go faster, whatnot. Then after I finish she gets up and runs into my bathroom to cry. I had no clue what the fuck happened. Turns out, she had been having a nightmare about being raped. Since she woke to me doing that, she connected the dream, and me, and saw me as a monster ever since. She started becoming abusive and manipulative, though she always was, I just hadn't noticed it with my inexperience and love goggles. At the 6 month mark I spent $80 on a replica metal ferris wheel... To commemorate six months since our first kiss atop a ferris wheel at the carnival. Two days later she breaks up with me. Shit hit like a truck, man. But she only got worse with time. She told everyone she knew that I was a rapist and a monster, tormented me for months on end, and even almost got me arrested, but when she was asked her case she kept changing her story, and eventually it was dropped. I still feel the guilt. Fuck.
