I think my girlfriend tried to kill me
Early 1990's.
I had met her at a bar, talked and hung out, she was fun and not like the other girls. P, was from South America and had a heavy accent.
She also had some problems. One of them was that she was married, another problem was that her husband was a north-African Muslim. He had kicked her down a flight of stair while she was pregnant, causing her to lose the child, a daughter. He would show up at their home at any time of the day (mostly nights) with his friends, demanding to be fed .. cooking them dinner well after midnight. There were many problems.
I liked her, she was fun. With all these problems around her, she still had a positive outlook on life.
At some time after we had met and hung out some, she got kicked out for not doing laundry properly, her husband had some really weird ideas, that the only thing he could wipe his ass with was white cotton towels .. and with tons of spicy food, they didn't stay white and crisp that long, no matter how much they were washed.
I took her in, she arrived to my flat with just a bag of clothes.
I helped her solve some of the problems, like helping her to report her husband to the police for assault and violence, helped her to get a lawyer to start her divorce from her husband. Move bank accounts, re-issue debit cards, id-card and move her address, as her husband controlled everything,
In all this she kept close contact with her mom, who more or less had helped arrange this marriage, as the mom had liked this man and thought it would be a good idea to marry off one of her daughters to this man which would help him gain permanent residency. P did not see anything wrong with that picture, that her mom was the creator of P's many problems.
P and I were a couple for a few years and during that time there were a few passages here and there that I now in hindsight found to be remarkable.
Gambling. P gambled, with her own money and loaned money. It happened more than once that I got called over by shady guys, "Hey, your lady has borrowed such and such amount of money. I'd like it back now, with interest." I don't know how many times I paid off her debts, not much to start with but with interest and by not telling me they amassed.
Pregnancy. Third month into pregnancy a huge cyst was discovered in P's uterus, surgical operation and removal of cyst and fetus. Hospital staff were acting weird when I asked about fetus and how to proceed with burial or cremation. In hindsight I'm not sure there ever were any pregnancy, the cyst might be true as P ended up with scars from operation on her belly, I had to clean and change bandages on her scars and finally remove the stitches. I brought her home with a giant diaper and she bled quite a lot, They shaved her pussy in pre-op and she asked me if I liked it and if she should keep it shaved later or go back to just trim.
P & J. Another couple we met, old friends of P, we hung out on the beach and had a few beers. P & J were a few years older than us, P was model-pretty and J was plain with something wild in his eyes. We were out of beers and it was suggested that I and the other P would walk to their place to fetch beers while my P and J stayed. P and I walked, arrived to their place, got in and I started to fill my backpack with beers, P looks me in the eyes and asks "Wanna fuck me?" .. I declined. She continues to ask this while having a glass of water, suggests it again when I need to use the toilet, "Wanna fuck me?" Seconds later the front door was kicked in, J runs to the bedroom and then to the kitchen .. where P and I were. "Oh, I forgot to say we needed booze also .. " was the explanation from J. My P arrived shortly after. In hindsight I have thought about this several times, I decided to check on J, turns out he was out of prison on probation for man-slaughter. With the above scenario, if J would caught us fucking, he'd probably killed me. When thinking about it, it could have been an arranged scenario .. but where my honesty and loyalty saved me. This was towards the end of the relationship with P, maybe she was trying to get rid of me.
Many years later, bumped into P while out and about on a festival. She didn't have time to go home to shower and change clothes as she had arrived same day from somewhere else .. sure, she could use my shower and she could hang out until she needed to go, to meetup with her friends. She took a shower, long and warm, the bathroom was all steamed up, she came out of the bathroom with a large towel around her head, drying her hair, otherwise naked and just a small towel to dry her body. Walked up to me in the kitchen and maintained eye contact while very explicitly running that little towel across her body, boobs, pussy and butt. I don't know what she was up to but I did not flinch, I think she thought she could seduce me or perhaps rekindle something.
Some years later, P got married after dealing with and resolving problems, got pregnant and gave birth to a boy. Then divorce and single again. I bumped into her a few times after that, she had seen me in town, noticing I had a partner and kids. That was some 15 years ago.