ExP (DDs dad) has bipolar disorder and takes massive amounts of cocaine. In trouble with the police. Just generally a messed up individual. His bipolar was managed before we had her and he was fine and lovely (so I don't want to get flamed for that). I think he's in the midst of a breakdown, which has encouraged the drug use. It's a circle.
The cocaine and the bipolar have led to some severe delusions about me. He is convinced I've slept with several of his friends (and one of their girlfriends). Apparently, yesterday he overheard his friends having a conversation regarding me using a sex toy on one of his friends. He believes this is 100% true. He wants to kill himself. He's planning on moving out of his house as he believes all his housemates knew too.
He's going around telling everyone this and presenting it as fact. We're pretty young, and in a town and circle where everyone knows each other. I'm so embarrassed
we haven't been together for six months, and I haven't even spoke to another boy in that time - let alone cheated on him! I've only left my DD once in that six months for a few drinks with my best friend - i can't get a babysitter because I am only permitting him supervised contact, and I don't particularly want one, so I have no idea when these shenanigans were due to take place.
He's threatening to write a status on Facebook detailing all of the above. He's threatening to stop his mum and dad being my guarantor, so I'll get kicked out. He's bullied this friend into doing a lie detector, but I'm doing a psychology degree and I know lie detectors are about as reliable as a flip of a coin. I'm so scared that if it's wrong, my life will be ruined.
All I'm trying to do is be a good mum and get my degree and keep a roof over our heads on my own. I'm laughing it all off in public as it really is ridiculous, I'm not that type of girl at all. But I'm not out drinking in the usual haunts defending myself. I know he's spreading it - but I have no way of telling my side of the story, so it's getting presented as fact. I have anxiety, and I'm so anxious that everyone will be talking and laughing about me. And thinking these horrible things. And me and my little DD might lose our house. I've been so kind and understanding due to his mental health/ substance addictions. I've been there for him and supported him as a friend and a co-parent even after he's treated me so awfully. I don't deserve any of this. 