Hey. Back when I was 17 I had a relationship of about a year or so. It was the time when I was still in high school. I had known this guy for a while through some mutuals. It was well known to me that he liked me. I admit that I was way to young for any serious relationship and barely knew what I was doing. After a year and so of dating I lost interest. It was around the time we were about to graduate high school. I had also been an anxious kid. The breakup wasn't exactly abrupt on my side. I remember losing interest in having conversations. After about a week or so I decided to have a talk. It seemed like he didn't belief it in the beginning. He burst into big tears. I gave my reasons. He denied. I held my patience and tried to console him for the remaining night. I remember him brawling his eyes out for hours on end. At some point it freaked me out. I disconnected with him in every way. I thought that would help. He tried to contact me through every damn number he could find. The anxiety grew. He contacted every mutual. He dropped into my accounts through previously unchanged passwords and shit talked with people I was in contact with. The shit was harming me mentally. He ventured into the conversations with people I was in contact with through manipulation. He pinned me on his story as a whore. The reasons being me having a slightly flirtatious but friendly conversation with one of my batchmates. I was at fault but not in the slutty perspective. It kept growing. Texts from cousins. Mutuals. All persuasive in some way. He was behind it. I began growing more anxious. I told my father. It was getting bad. The shit lasted a couple of months. Then it stopped. Years passed. 2-3 I guess. I would often find missed phone calls from that one particular order of numbers I couldn't help but recognised at the weirdest hours of the night. I ignored. This year around August I happened to take up one of those calls at exactly 12:05 am in the night. I knew who he was. He was crying. He seemed broken. I had no intentions of a conversation but curiosity got the best of me. He talked around the lines of being apologetic. I thought it would be the best to try to take the conversation to a closure. Only later I realised that taking the call was a mistake. I said that I was at fault for making an abrupt descision and that I wish the best for him. I couldn't say much. I didn't want to. Keeping any form of contact with him didn't feel healthy to me at all. I tried to make it clear that I wish to not hold any contact and that it will be the best for both of us. It didn't seem like he got it. He kept coming back. Phone calls at the weirdest hours. I made it clear to him that I was putting my efforts in a relationship I was currently in and that I would very much like to keep doing so. He was critical of my relationship. That pissed me. I tried cutting of contacts. He kept bothering. At some point he confessed that he was still in love with me. No relationship had worked well for him due to the same reasons and he would keep loving me. I spoke around the lines of not being in love with him and wishing for him to stop initiating contacts. He seemed adamant. I am well adjusted and happy in the relationship I am currently in. Tonight he dropped a phone call again. I checked the inbox only to find his messages. I have thrown hideous insults at him and tried to belittle him in every way only for him to stop initiating contacts. At some point I would grow tired of it. He refused to move an inch from his words. He says he'd love me forever and make me love him despite every fact I throw at him. Despite my well working relationship. He doesn't budge. It's driving me crazy like hell. It does every time he throws those words at me. I would never wish myself to see beside him. I am struggling through college and trying hard to manage my relationship. It going well now. He hardly knows what's up with me. I wish I had never accepted his contacting. I wish he'd just disappear. I have asked him to do so about a hundred times. He doesn't budge. Keeps blabbering around the same sentences. That he'd make me love him. I fell in love with my current boyfriend around a year ago more than I had with anyone else. The relationship with the ex seems like a distant memory to me and a not very pleasant one. He keeps coming back. Requesting me to meet him, that he will be visiting the city in while I currently am in. I wish I had never known him. He is driving me crazy. How do I move past this? Today while me and my boyfriend were having a conversation I mentioned what happened. My boyfriend wished to have a conversation with him. They did. He tried to manipulate my boyfriend against me. Stuff my boyfriend said he had heard my ex telling about me include me cheating, initiating long personal conversations and lying to my boyfriend. He went as far as calling by boyfriend a third person in all of this. My boyfriend was hurt. After a heartfelt conversation I was able to talk it with him and explain how none of it was real. What is wrong with some people? I feel victimized. I am angry. It's hard to belief how low people can stoop to.