Gianna Carruth, “Cannibalize”
u/KCChiefsBigestFan2001
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AITA for being a little too petty towards my ex-girlfriend after our breakup?
(TW: emotional abuse, alcohol consumption, home invasion, physical injuries, blood/gore, death)
To preface, I (23M) just recently got out of a relationship with my girlfriend (22F) of two years (I’m gonna refer to her as L out of respect for her privacy). Throughout the relationship, things were always difficult between us (arguing all the time, being super petty towards one another, talking behind each other’s backs, etc.). Honestly we could’ve really worked out if she just listened to me for once but she was always so entitled and never gave me any respect even when I deserved it. Like she literally would’ve been a better person if she took any of the advice I was always giving her, but whatever, her loss. She can go ruin some other poor guy’s life.
Well, I guess she can’t anymore actually.
Anyways.
We finally broke up after I forgot her birthday, but I was having a really hard week and I was so busy getting ready for the Super Bowl the next day that it completely slipped my mind so like can you really blame me (btw screw the Eagles, I swear every year I’m getting closer and closer to believing the NFL is scripting this shit)? So yeah, she freaked out on me but like it wasn’t even that big of a deal, like I wouldn’t gaf if she had forgotten my birthday??? Like I thought you hated talking about aging, bitch, now you want me to throw a party for you gaining an extra wrinkle and another five pounds?
So I was like “I actually did remember I just didn’t get you anything cuz I said you should start that diet I was talking about, remember?” which I thought was a totally reasonable response but I guess not cuz she just freaking left, which like whatever. Didn’t even care. There’s probably some other dude she’s cheating on me with that’s got a whole freaking party set up at his place.
Okay, well, maybe I cared a little bit.
Cuz like who does she think she is walking out on me like that after I said sorry?? Like if you wanted to celebrate that bad maybe remind me your birthday is coming up? Jesus, why’s it gotta be the guy’s job in the relationship to know and remember everything? Women are the worst man, definitely waiting at least another week before I resume hitting on that one girl at work I’ve been talking to for a while. It’s harder now that she rescheduled all her hours to be different from mine (still don’t know why she did that, I’ll have to try texting her about it again but for some reason my messages have stopped going through when I send them. Does anyone know why that is btw?).
So yeah, I was a little pissed about her just walking out on me like that, and then she texted me that she was breaking up with me an hour later and I was like “no bitch, I dumped you the second you walked out the door.” Like she doesn’t get to dump me after she was being mean to me all day wtf?? I kinda trashed the apartment a little after that but like I was really upset in the moment okay? What did you want me to do, take out my anger on her?
I hope that’s what you wanted me to do.
Cuz I might have gotten a little hopped up on adrenaline and like grabbed my old baseball bat from the closet, and then I used the location finder app that we mutually agreed to download btw (I told her to download it cuz I was worried about her but it was really cuz I swear she was sneaking out to hook up with some dude. It’s not weird or creepy guys I’m literally just looking after her the way a good bf should and she agreed to download it alright?). She was staying at the house of some friend of hers so I threw the bat in the passenger seat and headed out.
(Btw I should mention that on the way there I stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a little thing of whiskey and drank it all before I got to the house, just so you guys know that I wasn’t in the right headspace okay? Like I normally wouldn’t do something like this okay?)
I had some trouble pulling into their driveway so I kinda just parked the car in their yard but I was in a hurry and I was gonna leave soon anyway so it literally wasn’t even that big of a deal. I knocked on the door and her friend told me to go away without opening it. I was really pissed off at this point and I asked her if I could please speak to my girlfriend. She said no.
I smashed in their window with my bat. They started screaming and I think L was on the phone with 911 so I had to get in there and calm them down and explain that they didn’t need to be doing all that.
I had to get inside.
It was all so loud and sharp and my mouth tasted like the whiskey and my throat burned but I don’t really know why? I’m pretty sure I didn’t yell at them. I wasn’t yelling. I wasn’t screaming was I?
I had to get inside.
No, they were screaming, and I had to calm them down, so I had to raise my voice to talk over their screaming, that’s what happened, that’s why my throat hurts, that’s all.
I had to get inside.
But then when I was trying to squeeze through the broken window, there was some glass still in the frame and it like cut me when I crawled in and it hurt really bad, but it didn’t matter cuz I had to get inside.
I was inside, but they wouldn’t stop screaming, god women can scream so loud. My head was swimming and the bat didn’t even feel real in my hands anymore. L was saying something to the 911 operator about me threatening to kill her and her friend but I literally didn’t omg I hated how dramatic she always was.
I did kill her to be fair, but like I didn’t say I was going to. I mean, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I feel like I would’ve remembered that. Yeah I definitely didn’t say I was going to. Idk maybe I did? I mean it doesn’t matter, cuz like I was just in so much pain, and like she just dumped me and expected me not to care? How could she do that? How could she think that? It wasn’t fair.
By the time I heard the sirens, her head was gone. Well, no, it wasn’t gone, in fact it was kind of the opposite of gone, it was everywhere. It was all over my clothes and the floor and the furniture, and I think some even got on the ceiling too. I don’t even remember the first swing, I just remember the crunch when I finally got her skull open. When she finally stopped moving and I could just swing and swing and swing until my arms ached and my lungs screamed and suddenly I was vomiting and I could taste it again, that bitter taste of whiskey and bile.
Um so yeah, I think that’s all the relevant stuff, but feel free to ask questions and I’ll respond to anything I think is major to understanding my perspective.
(tl;dr: murdered my ex-gf after our breakup, completely deserved)
Edit 1: A lot of you guys are asking questions like “Where are you now? Why aren’t you in jail? Did you actually fucking murder your gf? And confess to it on reddit?” Like guys am I the asshole or not? Just answer the question bro, it’s not that deep. Stop focusing on the unimportant details.
Edit 2: Added trigger warnings to the title. Lots of you guys were talking about how this story is super triggering so I hope this helps❤️
