*cracks knuckles*
I have a doozy for you. I was the 'other person' and didn't even know it.
First off, I'm lesbian. Got it? K.
A few years ago, I was called upon for jury duty. No big deal, two weeks of sitting and waiting to be called for a trial. We had internet access at the court house. Me, being bored and honestly curious at any response, made a craigslist ad searching for someone to talk to and maybe hang out with, since I now had all this time away from work because of jury duty and my best friend was in Florida being a rich bastard and at his family's summer house.
So, I posted, within the day I got a few replies. Most were unsubstantial. As a rule on dating sites and the like, I don't respond when all I get is a 'hey there' sort of response. No effort. I got one response that stuck out. I responded to it, and next thing I know we're texting each other. She was awesome. We were both interested in the same things, hell, we were even in the same job field. We texted for a few days, and then it evolved into two hour long phone calls. Finally, we had a first date, and it went awesome. First date lead to second, to a third, within the span of my time on jury, we were full on dating/in a relationship.
Now, there was a hamper on it, she lived with an ex. They were stuck in a co-signed lease, and she couldn't afford buying out of it at the time. I was okay with it. This will be brought up later.
We dated for a few months, and honestly, it was one of the best starts to a relationship in my life. Things were smooth, and there was no awkwardness. No road bumps. After a couple months, she wanted me to meet her family. She took me an hour from town to meet her dad, step mom, and little brother and sister. Her parents loved me. Her dad had a smoke and a beer with me in the garage, even talked about going ice fishing.Her little brother adored me, since he was a young gamer, I even loaned him some xbox games of mine. Christmas came around. It was her favorite holiday. We decided to spend it with each other's families. I went to her dad's with her for Christmas day/morning, and she went to my parents for Christmas Eve. She was the first woman I'd brought to the holidays since I came out.
No reason to worry, right?
Things were going awesome. Until one week, she went silent. No calls, no texts. I finally got a hold of her after about five days, worried sick. She said that there'd been a problem with her room mate, her ex. Apparently, the ex and her and gotten into a fight, and the ex had punched her when she tried to drive away.
I was gonna kill a bitch.
She talked me down, said it was over, she bought herself out of the lease, and had moved into her mothers since it was closer to her work. She would need to stay there for a while to save up for a down payment on a new place. It made sense. She apologized and just said that she was trying to process it all. I forgave her.
What was weird was a couple weeks later, a pipe burst in my bedroom. Destroyed a lot of my property. My room mate and I got it fixed, but we were still waiting on hearing from the land lord. A week after it broke, my room mate messaged me, said that the land lord wanted 1,600 dollars or we were to be evicted. It was fishy to me, no one had come to inspect my room, or the apartment downstairs (we were on the third floor). So I made a evil plan. I had a friend call the land lord, acting like he was with a local church charity wanting to help us. The land lord said great, but you do know it's for back pay on rent.
What.
So my room mate had been stealing my half of the rent instead of turning it in to the land lord. Safe to say I moved out before the end of the week and left her to rot. I moved back in with my parents while I searched for a new place.
That left me and my girlfriend both in the same position. So, we decided, we were going to start looking for a place together. It only made sense, it widen our options a bit price wise rather than looking on our own. We started looking, attending showings, and filing applications, etc.
We had no luck after about a month. (She had iffy credit, I had have epic credit) During this time, her grandfather was very sick and dying. She drove me two hours to meet him. She wanted me to meet him before he passed away. Her grandfather liked me, her grandmother loved me. Felt like I really fit in with the family. He passed away two weeks later.
Around that time, I had, on the down low, found a place I liked. It was cheap, comfortable, problem was, it was only perfect if I was looking alone. I set up a showing, but I never told her. We had another showing that weekend anyways, and it was a good chance of us getting through. Yeah didn't happen.
That weekend her best friend messaged me on facebook, and said she 'wouldn't let her get away with it.'. She told me that my girlfriend had been engaged for months, since she 'moved' from her old apartment. She never moved in with her mother, her ex had proposed, and she had said yes. That entire time, she was living at her, in reality, fiancee's house. The fiancee didn't know about me either.
The best friend gave me the fiancee's number.
I texted the fiancee, and man, was that an eye opener. According to the fiancee, my now ex in my eyes, had told her I was an old friend that wouldn't back off. That I was forcing myself on her and stalking her. She had said that we met in high school, plus a whole other boat-load of lies. The fiancee and I kept talking, and we found out we actually worked for the same security company at one point, and that actually we'd worked together. And we'd been friends for like one shift before never working together again (security is weird like that)
Right gets weirder.
So we decided to confront her on it. The fiancee arranged to have her meet at a Caribou Coffee for lunch. The cheater had no idea I was there. She arrived, met with her fiancee, who then texted me, hiding in the bathroom, to come out. I walked up behind their table, and sat RIGHT NEXT to her, giving a kiss on the cheek as I sat down.
She ran.
She went back to her fiancee's parents. After that point. I was done, but the fiancee kept me updated. Apparently, the cheater was in full blood crazy mode. Walking around saying that I had raped her, lies (When the fiancee told me that, I was like, you know me, would I? And she was like, yeah, hell no), and that I had forced her to do things she didn't want to do, also lies. That night, she cut up her arms, went to the fiancee's mom, and announced that she 'see how much this is hurting her'.
She then even went so far as to say she thinks she has multiple personalities and that she had no memory of being with me. She also said that she'd never slept with me, let's just say that's a big lie from someone who wanted to put out on the second date.
At that point, I was gone, out. Done. No more crazy sauce for me. I moved into that apartment that I already had a showing to, been living there since.
I still wear a necklace that she gave me every day. It's become a sort of good luck charm for me. The symbol on it means 'protection from failure'. Protected me from that failure all right. I was just in shock at what happened. How could she keep this lie up, how could so many people not speak up? Did her family know? I mean hell, her family and I were close. Baffles me. Usually the 'other person' never does things like, meeting your family.
By the way, they still got married.
tl;dr: I was the other person for nearly a year, didn't know it. Even met their family and almost moved in before me and the fiancee figured it out.