How My Ex Drained My Sanity (Chaos Everywhere, Worse Than a Toddler)

PS: Toddlers, you’re safe. My ex… not so much.

Living with my ex was like trying to survive a human tornado. Imagine a toddler on steroids—but somehow, somehow, more chaotic. I can’t even fully explain it. Every day was a new level of nonsense.

Everything was negative. Everything was passive. Everything was wrong. And yet… everything was supposed to be perfect. Ironic, right? Ha!

It wasn’t just little annoyances. It was constant mental gymnastics just to make it through a day:

• Trying to have a normal conversation? Forget it.
• Navigating blame games I didn’t even know I’d signed up for? Every. Single. Day.
• Doing “everything right” only to be told it was wrong? Classic.

The chaos wasn’t accidental. It was orchestrated—or at least it felt that way. And just like a toddler throwing a tantrum, it left destruction everywhere—only with more manipulation, guilt trips, and absurdity.

Living like that drains your sanity. You start questioning yourself constantly: Am I too sensitive? Am I overreacting? Is this really happening? Spoiler: it really was happening.

The only way out? Reclaiming my mind. Setting boundaries. Cutting the nonsense. Reminding myself that sanity isn’t optional—it’s everything. And no one, not even someone who pretends to love you, gets to take that from you.

This is a true message that this person didn’t love me but he loved the control so the only words I can say to this person now is FOFF

Love 

Vikki