You want a story that's really fucked up: my brother was engaged. He bought a house and busted his ass in it day after day; it consumed a lot of his spare time. Refinished all the oak floors, gutted and re-drywalled a few of the rooms, insulated the attic, painted, etc. - before his fiance would even move in with him. As the wedding date approached, she told him, "I don't feel like we're a partnership; I don't feel like I live in my own home, because your name is the only name on the deed." He added her to the deed. 9 days later, "get out. It's my house now." You can probably guess what his feelings were at that point, but he refused to leave. After he left for work, she would leave the water running all day. She wrote on walls with permanent marker. She screwed with a lot of his stuff. He was genuinely scared of her. Then, he arrived home from work as she was about to leave in her vehicle. He noticed a lot of his tools in the back - he called the police and claimed she was trying to steal his tools. Female officer arrived. First, she claimed that she was borrowing them for her father for a project; then she had a private conversation with the officer. No charges against her; the officer bought her story hook, line, and sinker. The next afternoon, shortly after he got home, the sheriff pulled up. "Get your stuff, you have 5 minutes to get out." Order of protection was served. She had told the officer that he had been beating her. He got the house back. It took almost a year in court, and cost him close to $10k.
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