I have a pretty good one. I used to be very depressed and this weighed on my ex quite a bit. From my perspective at the time, I was being honest and pouring my deepest vulnerabilities to her. I hoped she would be more compassionate. She was dealing with her path in life and some family issues as well and my depression only added on to her burdens. Our relationship was straining already and we didn’t see each other often even though we lived a 20 min walk away from eachother. The straw finally broke when I sent her a long email about my thoughts on life and humanity in general. It was very negative and somewhat creepy, and she freaked out, thought I was going to hurt her, myself and perhaps other people, called the police on me and drove two hours to another town to stay over at her ex-boyfriend’s place. At the time, I was oblivious to all of this and I tried to call her but couldn’t get in touch, which seemed odd.
I was just chilling when I heard a knock on my door and opened it to see a cop ask me if he can see if I have any weapons. I said sure, I have this one box cutter a pair of boxing gloves. The police also apparently called my shrink as he later came and my shrink, the cop, and I had a conversation about the email I sent her. She was freaked out by it that she sent a copy to the police. My shrink thought it was a very negative email but nothing to be freaked out about, especially if you knew me since as depressed as I was, he didn’t think I was actually going to hurt somebody. He and I convinced the cop that I’m not a risk to anyone and everything was settled, but after that, I spiraled into an even more extreme depression. She probably cheated on me, but for me the bigger betrayal was getting the authorities involved and thinking that I would actually hurt her. We later talked and she told me her dad, who is a cop (and depressed himself), told her to call the police right away and that she had to think of her safety first. Needless to say, the relationship was over.
The memory of this used to fill me with anger for the next couple years but now I laugh about it. It would’ve been a more interesting story if a SWAT team crashed through my door instead of that one cop. I guess I should be glad he wasn’t trigger happy and shoot me. I eventually felt sympathetic towards her and her family, who lived in so much fear of potential bad things happening at any moment.