Wow Pinkie... that's horrible
My breakup story isn't that sad. It's kind of humerous, actually, now that I look back on it.
I was a sophomore in HS and my first boyfriend/lover just happened to be insane. Manipulative, abusive, manic-depressive insane. He threatened to kill himself many times, and then attempted to kill me by driving off of a cliff with me in the car, too. To make a long story short, I got sick of his shit and finally called the police. He was arrested for trying to harm me and himself, and was in an institution for about a week. Then he was forced into counseling. Then he finally moved away. Very scarey as it was happening, but funny now that I see what a sad, sad waste of oxyten he truly is.
My most recent ex and I broke up after 4 years when we finally recognized that we were never actually "in-love," although we cared deeply about each other. Huge relief! Two months later I met hubby
