bradexample

this is still kind of raw, but my girlfriend and i broke up last night. two and a half years. i wanted to be rid of her, but now i'm sad beyond belief.

sux.

TheClarkster

Here's a short(long) version of mine, even though it probably pales in comparison to all of yours.

So, it's 11th grade, and I've never had a girlfriend. Never even kissed a girl. So late one night, I'm talking with one of my best friends, she is unbelievably gorgeous, intelligent, yadda yadda yadda, captain varsity cheerleader, the works. Out of nowhere, we start talking about my experience with girls. This leads to her asking me if I would like her to teach me how to kiss. Obviously I say yes. Me and a couple friends spend the night at her house, they fall asleep, we start with kissing and end up making out the whole night.
I'm thinking it couldn't get much better than this, boy was I wrong. Her family loved me, and vice-versa, she was probably the female version of me. So we start going out, in secret. This goes on for ten months. The best times for both of us, but also bad times as we are the 2 most stubborn people in the world. We get in fights over anything from ice skating to dodger games. But ya, eventually she just can't take our little fights any longer and says something to the extent of "If we're really meant for each other, we'll be back together after we date other people" and "you need to have a real girlfriend, not a secret one"
So I'm pretty much dead inside for a long while, and now, we've graduated, she's with some loser guy who's going away to college in a month, and they know they're going to break up then, so hopefully we've both understood our mistakes, and all will be well.

Wow, I feel much better.

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supersad

Due this board , i'm feeling a bit better... a bit.
I recently got out of a relationship of 1 year and 6 months. It was like a drug almost , we did everything together every weekend. Someone I had lost my virginity to , and now she's gone. She broke up due to me getting upset about stupid little things, being paranoid and such. I'm on day 3 of the breakup , and i'm just hurting so much. I don't know what to do to get o ver it faster, if it is wise to get back with her . I'm planning on not caling her for 2 days so she can see what its like without me , and maybe she'll start realising she lost someone really important in her life. I just want to get over it. Any advice?

pinkie

My best friend of 10 years, and the father of my child is killed in a car wreck. Two months later my SO leaves me for his girlfriend.

combatmedicjen

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

Willravel

Edit: nevermind. Too depressing.

pinkie

True. It was a hard period of my life, but I would not have met my husband unless it had happened. I sure do miss (and always will) my best friend, though. So does his daughter. That's just inevitable.

tman17m

my g/f of two years broke up with me a month ago...definately the worst breakup ive ever been through. to make a long story short, she leaves for a weekend with her roomies to go on a road trip. comes back that monday night, and i havent seen her all weekend so obviously i want to. so i go over to her place, we are talking, everything seems fine. i go to the bathroom (right next to her room), and as im walking out i hear her phone ring and her say "blah blah blah, toms in the bathroom, when do you get off work"...obviously upset, i came out and ask what was going on. she tells me that she met this "nice, cool" guy and gave him her phone number. i say, well thats sorta shitty....to which she replies, yea.......i just dont love you anymore.
so....this past month has been absolute hell for me. i lost 15 pounds those first two weeks, still struggling to eat, sleep....do anything really. its extremly hard, we shared so many great times, and i want to move on but it hurts so badly

tman17m

been dealing with this for a month now...best advice, as hard as it is, just leave her alone. dont call her, IM her..whatever. if she wants to talk to you she will....i know its very hard advice to follow....i want to talk to my ex sooo badly, but i know that she doesnt want to talk to me....i wish i could work things out, but i dont think that will ever happen.

HockeyGuy

After rumours of her sleeping around the workplace...she gets pregnant, i've never had sex with her. To add to the scenario this was as i was in the transisition of becoming a manager in that pub. AND the other guy was another member of staff. Boy was THAT ever fun....

Alyssa

My last one was done by him over the phone...pretty shitty way since we had been going out for over seven years. We were going to different schools and were living 130 miles apart one way...he still couldn't drive up to my town and break-up with me in person. I haven't seen him face to face since two weeks before the break-up, and he refuses to have any contact with me to this day...makes you wonder what kind of person you spent seven years of your life with, if they end up throwing you away like a piece of garbage and never looking back. His break-up line was "lets take some time off and get back together in a month" The biggest bullshit break-up line ever and I honestly believed him. Oh well, I hope he has a great life.

brokenangel

i never saw it coming...

it didnt even occur to me he was gonna break up with me when he said, "i have something to tell you."

i sat there, and asked with a smile, "what is it dear?"

"i still have feelings for my ex."

ouch.

i got pissed drunk that night, and when he came by to drop off my stuff, and refused to stay to accompany me, i slapped him.

i appologized but he's still pissed with me. i want to get back with him, because I really don't mind him still having feelings for his ex.

i wonder if he would ever forgive me for the slap. guys and their pride. it's a scary thing - i should had known better.

KirStang

Ahh, this one isn't nearly as bad as your guys's. And she wasn't even my girl friend

Known this girl since sixth grade through chinese school, had a crush on her for a long time, but never really acted on it. Until 9th grade. Asked her out in 9th grade, but she just ignored the question, which ultimately left me crushed. But i was new at the game and eventually got over her, since she went to another school. So i tried (successfully i think) to move on, and tried my hand with other girls.

Come 12th grade, i haven't talked to her for like 3 years. I show up to a Chinese School function and there she is, still as attractive as ever. We hit it off pretty good, talk alot, become good friends, much closer than we had ever been before. Start hanging out more, going to events and such....

Asked her out once in february, she gives me the, "i got a boyfriend" spiel (long distance guy, everybody, including her friends telling me he's no good...probably shouldn't have asked her out)... i try to let it go and move past that. Then i'm still chillin' with her, try asking her out in april, but get the "i'm not over my boyfriend" stuff again. All's good. I accept it and move on.

Prom comes around, i need a date, i ask her to go, as a friend, but then somewhere in there i end up falling madly in love with her. She leaves for china 3 days after prom.

When she returns i detect a big difference in her. Don't know if it's me, or her, but there's a bit of tension. Before she left, we had been *very* close (looking back..i was probably on friend ladder.) But upon her return, she kinda ignored me.

I held on for about 2 more months after that hoping that there was something...but i knew all along that it was pretty much a dead subject. Finally asked her directly what was up in early august and got hit with the cold hard truth...I cried all night and all day...still get a little sad when i think about that night.

Two months later, i'm still not really over her. I guess it was because she was pretty much somethign liek a first love. I really thought she reciprocated. I hate it whenever i see her on Campus or whenever she shows up at events that i go to. Part of me wants her alot, the other part realizes that it's all going to be a bunch of games and heart break.

Yep, so much for being young and inexperienced. Looking back, i feel naive, and a little stupid, but i still can't erase the fact that i miss her alot and feel super lonely alot of times. I feel a little better now

LIMilf

Over the phone. Thats how she broke it too me. I was at happy hour after work one Friday, and got a cal from my gf. She was supposed to come over to my house for a bbq. She called to say she wasn't coming over. I asked why, she said she doesnt want to talk about it now. Great. "No, you are gonna tell me why you aren't coming over". Then she goes to tell me its not working out. I ask if she's really gonna do it like this. Yes she does. I get drunk and deal.

The ironic thing, she bitched during our relationship about her ex-boyfriends, they all broke up with her over the phone.

d*d

happily living in flat with my girlfriend (I assumed) then she tells me she's leaving, has already got another place lined up and she had given our landlord the months notice the previous week. Lost my girl and my flat had to move in with a bunch of strangers (wish I hadn't started thinking about it now damn you niner89)

avhg1

Well it sounds as though we’ve all been through it, but I’ll share my worst as well. My senior year in high school, I’m working at this local store stocking shelves. I was dating a girl that I worked with and was good friends with another couple that worked there as well. To make a long story short, the other guy ends up breaking it off with his gf and starts seeing my gf. I’m not real broken up over that loss, but his ex is. On one of the nights I work with his ex (about 2-3 weeks later) I asked her if she wanted to go out for something to eat sometime. She said that she would like to and we actually found that we were quite compatible.

Things were great for the end of the senior year and summer, then she we to college about 30min away. (not the problem) We were seeing each other one night during the week and on weekends. Things were still good, except for her mother on the weekends. Talk about a controlling mother. I accepted it as wanting the best for your daughter, understandable. So the first year of college and summer go by okay. The next year is pretty much the same until Sept when we figure out that she’s about 3 and half months pregnant. That’s when the crap hits the fan. We told my parents and they were the best parents in the world about it. Offering to help so we could both stay in school and do anything they could. Next we tell her parents. Holy cow, her mother goes off the deep end. “How could you do this to me? How could you do this to this family?” Ranting and raving for at least an hour. Okay she is a bit surprised; I thought she would calm down, boy was I wrong!

What a nightmare, she was only allowed to see me at her house with supervision. Her mother started commanding every move. My parents offered to buy us a house so we could get married and give the baby the most loving environment possible. Her mom said no, so like the puppet she was, she said no. I couldn’t even talk to her about what was going on, because her mother was always with in ear shot to stop any conversations that started about us away from her. The worst part of it was that we got along great and she wouldn’t stand up to her mother at all. I asked her to marry me; I even tried to do it right by asking her parents. Things could have been very different if she would have just said “Mom, back off. I have to live my life and make choices for myself” Anyway I could go on for pages about the psycho things her mom did and said, including trying to trick me into signing away my parental rights to the baby, but it would be WAY to long for this forum.

Skip forward to October. We are in for a sonogram and find out there are all kinds of problems with the baby and even if it survived the next couple months it wouldn’t make it more than a day. So we have to decide to abort or go all the way. Well he died on his own and we didn’t have to make the choice. We did have to go through labor and I was there to support her all the way through it, much to the dismay of her mother, who at this point hated me more than the devil himself. So we go through a very rough week after the birth and the whole time her mother is trying to sabotage me every way she can think of.

Fast forward two weeks, I’ve had enough. It is time for a choice. I go to her house one night and say “I really care for you and I think we have a chance, but I can do it with your mother always telling you what to do.” She starts balling. I have never felt like such an a&%hole piece of crap. Of course her mother, being within earshot, comes in to save the day. She starts telling her daughter what a low life I am and how I never tried to do anything to support her, even though I offered to drop out of college to take care of the baby so she could finish school. So my final words to her were “Now is your choice, either tell your mother to go away so we can finish talking or give me the ring and I’m out of here” To finish the mother grabs the ring off her finger gives it to me and tells me to get the hell out of her house. By this point I’m crying myself because I hoped for a different turnout, but I left. Driving off, I see her looking out the door and then as the whole relationship went, her mother walks up, pushes her out of the way and closes the door.

I had a very hard time with everything. Losing my first son and fiancé was very difficult. The thing that got me through was my parents. During that period they were the greatest parents you could ask for. They gave as much support as I needed and didn’t push at all.

All things work out in the end. A month later, my brother thought I need to get back out into the dating world and set me up with a co-worker. To make another long story short (much shorter than the last) we’ve been married for 5 and half years with two wonderful little boys and two more on the way. I love my wife more than the world and even though there was a lot of pain, I wouldn’t change anything. The only thing I regret out of that whole situation is breaking my ex's heart, but it was really her choice to never stand up and make her own decisions.

Rinndalir

"I'm moving away" - jr high

"I'm seeing someone else" - high school

"I don't love you anymore" - college

"I just want to be friends" - college

Followed each time by lots of drinking, moping, wondering how I could go on etc... Yeah I know, it reads like a country song. But I'm very happily married now so that's the end of that

Echodork

Ok, I guess this thread gets my first post.

Sophomore year in college, I've been dating this girl for a little over a year. She's fairly needy, wants more of my attention than I want to give, is always calling and dropping by my place unannounced, etc. I love her, but I'm a college kid and I'm "doing my own thing." So one day I call her over for a talk, I explain that I need a little more space, that I still love her, but basically she's getting too clingy. She seems ok with this, and we stay together.

Our relationship, however, reversed polarity overnight. After that, I never got to see her at all... she made plans for every night of the week to go out with her friends, and when I did get to spend time with her, she'd send me home at 8pm so she could "study." The sex was good, but it was becoming much less frequent... to the point where I'd leave her house with a little shrug and a "same old story" after being turned away. It got to the point where she'd want to bring a friend along on our "dates" ("I told Cindy I'd hang out with her tonight, but if YOU want to come along, you can"). So I broke it off, because I wasn't getting what I needed from the relationship.

But I'm a sucker, and I didn't make a clean break. I wanted to get back together after a month or so, and so did she. Supposedly. But she was dating another guy at the time (they had their first date two days BEFORE we broke up, and she lied to me about it, of course... but that's not even the focus of my story), and she told me she would "date us both" and "decide what she wanted." Being stupid, I agreed. The next two months were a series of awkward dates and evenings at home. She refused to make a choice, and there was very little physical intimacy during the whole thing... maybe some kissing, very little more. I'd spend the night on her couch and check my email on her computer in the morning, and this other guy would leave her nasty, cybersex-ish IMs and shit. I let her drag me around for probably three months before I gave her the ultimatum - choose me or I'll make the choice for you. To my joy, she chose me. To my dismay, the relationship had nothing left to stand on, and we parted ways for the last time about three weeks later.

She immediately blocked me from IM, and I assume, email. She moved soon after, and got a new phone number. Stopped hanging out with our mutual friends. In fact, since the day we broke up, I don't think we ever spoke again. I saw her in the bookstore once, we mumbled a "hi" and moved past each other. I worked with one of the girls in her "circle" about a year after the breakup, and she said that my ex basically isolated herself from all of her friends after we broke up, graduated, and moved on with her new life. More power to her, I guess. I wish her happiness, wherever she is.

uptown

Living in my marriage was the worst, the breakup was like a relief,a gift almost.

slimpi66y

all right guys, I got a good one, I am in my 30's so I don't have any prom night romance to share, here's two that really went bad bad bad

first girl, I cried and begged her not to leave me, that completely crippled my self-esteem for like a year,

second girl, I was 29, literally two days before I proposed, she told me it was over, and I had a ring at home, I was so mentally exhausted I couldn't breath right for a week

supersad

Well I've been talking to this girl that broke up with me , as i said earlier , i shouldn't have talked to her , and i did... she called me , i answered and we spoke , and laughed for a bit about everything , and so far we have been speaking now and than, her friends say she is still hurt though , and that she's so hurt she doesn't even wanna talk about it , what does this mean?? is it good that an ex girlrfriend calls 2 days later, and we're laughing together , is there a high chance of getting back?? what do you guys think...?

klep

i've only had 1 break up, about a month ago so i have no point o freference to cool it my worst but still.. it's hit me incredibly hard which i guess is what makes it so bad. I had been at uni for 4 days and she said it wouldnt work out. We had been together for 3 years 4 months so she really really meant somethign to me. i stil cant talk to her. she wants to chat and be friends but it hurts too much for that so ive cut contact. she did however email today just saying she was there if i wanted to chat but it just renewed all my feelings for her which im trying to lose at the moment so i wont be getting back in contact for quite some time.

Mega lame. doesnt meet up with alot of yours though.

KarmicLaw

First serious girlfriend I ever had, I was sixteen. We had been together for a very intense 10 months, but had been best friends for another couple before. We both start getting very depressed, for some reason I have yet to understand and this is years later. It got to the point where we both would have qualified to have Borderline Personality Disorder (ie selfmutilation, drinking binges etc.), and yes I read up a bit on it.
Then we both just decided that we needed to stop being together because we figured we were making each other depressed. I just remember feeling so cold the entire month after, and I still talked to her a fair bit. However this other girl I had known for a couple years and I started to talk more, because she had also recently broken up with her boyfriend. We started seeing each, but very lowkey because neither of us wanted to rush into anything by far.
Unfortunately my ex took this by far the wrong way and at a party, we were both pretty wasted and she tried to kiss me. However I somehow realized that this would only create a gigantic emotional mess for all parties involved and told her that I couldn't. She immediately ran off and got a ride home.
Later that night she started talking to me on Messenger and swearing at me and talking about only one of us could ever be happy and it might as well be me and that she was just going to go 'down with ship'. Then she just says that she's going to end 'it' and signs off of MSN.
I couldn't even move, I tried picking up the phone but I couldn't even dial the number. I somehow managed to message a friend that lived near her, (I lived like a 20min drive away) to go and check her house. About an hour later I get a message that she's still alive. However by this time, I'm sure she's dead because of me and I'm a complete mess, I won't go into the details. I very soon after broke up with the other girl because of the whole mess.
Subsequently, my best friend Gregg and I were helping out a staff party and he asks me if he can start seeing her, I of course say yes. Also, the other girl starts seeing another of my good friends. This all culminated about 2 weeks before christmas. I spent the entire time virtually alone, worst months of my life. After that I find myself very hard pressed to become too emotionally close to people. But sometimes I think it's kind of better that way. Eh, whatever.

Islandspice

I dated this man for 1 year. We recently celebrated our anniversary. The year was great and we both thought things were headed in the right direction. We spoke of purchasing property together etc.
3 weeks ago his grandma took ill and that really took a toll on hom or so he said. I asked if he needed space and he said no. The communication came to an abrupt stop when he wouldnt return my calls or e mails. He then placed me on the block list so my e mails didnt get to him.
I decided to go to his house today since he hadnt spoken to me in 2 weeks and it was empty. he was mocing his last bit off stuff when i got there.
He saw me, turned away, wnet into the car with his mom and they drove away.
Thats it!
Can anyone challenge this break up? Is there one worst than this?
Would love to hear from you

Destrox

Okay I realize its almost 2 yeasr ago, but avhg1 that was the saddest story I have read in a long time. It actually gave me a weird pit in my stomach, if you're still around, I am sorry you had to go through all of that.

I feel so bad for that girl. (Not that I dont feel bad for anyone else in here, they're all heartbreakers really )

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krwlz

I hate to admit it, but for my last, I was that "best friend" that my friends girlfriend was fucking... Thought she did do all the initiating.

Couple of months out of a summer spent fucking around behind his back, finally it came out (my choice there)... He stayed with her despite it all (He is probably one of the most intelligence-challenged people I know... Not just because of her, but he just is) She still managed to string me along on and off for about a year, telling me she wanted to break up with him and shit.

Stupid stupid me, believed her on and off for that year. I was figuring, hey, I get along real well with this chick, and I already lost the friend so what else is there to loose?

And then I found out the answer to that question, the rest of my dignity, and my time. Havent talked to her in months.

radioguy

let's see....oh ya, saturday night, i walked in on my girlfriend screwing another guy....we broke up...

my girlfriend before her told me over lunch one day that she had a date that night, so we had to hurry up and eat...

ya, i'm a winner!

TexanAvenger

My girlfriend of a year, my closest to that date, the girl who lost her virginity at the same time as myself, only real friend for about the same length of time, just after our anniversary (during which she gave me a gift saying something to the extent of "We're made for each other, we'll be together forever"), broke up with me without hardly a goodbye (though an assurance that she still loved me)... and refused to talk to me from then on... save one conversation a month and a half later during which she told me about all the guys she'd been with and that she'd cheated on me at the very end.

As a post-script, over a year later I was badly in need of a job and got desperate enough to apply at the same place she worked... thinking we were both adults and could handle it. I was half-right. She told them not to hire me under any circumstances. The boss was the guy she'd cheated on me with.

thespian86

Holy shit! Me too, Same day, a year before you. It's actually a long story but we had been dating for two months and I was on tour with a theatre company with "Footloose". She was a little bit psycopathic, and on the last day of the show (two days before valentines day) I told her I wanted to break up and she wouldn't accept it. In nfact the whole time we were dating it wasn't really dating; more like a mutaul agreement to hang out and fool around. It never felt "commited". When I broke up with her, the night of the party, I spent the night "getting around" with most of the leads and chorus girls. the next day I got a call from her yelling at me for cheating on her. When in fact I had broken up with her. I didn't break up with her because of the party, but becasue footloose was over and felt i couldn't go home to her; it wasn't fair for me to keep making her feel like there was something there at my end. Anyways, she told all of her friends i was a cheater and I was socially unacceptable in the company until i stood up during a warm up and told everyone to grow up or fuck off. Till this day "rumors" still follow me. Infact a week into my relationship with my fiancee about six months after this she broke it off because of the "rumours" that she had heard. . Then called me back to tell me she made a mistake and we are still doing amazingly... obviously.

thats mine. Oh, by the way, i came back from tour to find a manilla envolope on my step with a rotten rose (that i had gotten her on our first date *eek* and a suicidal poem about how we were meant for each other) Wow. My mother still teases me (I was living at home on the time) about how i had never been that guy, and the one time i was i got the nutso.

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Sharon

Looking back now, I realise that after the first three months, my ex treated me with disrespect throughout our relationship. Frustratingly, it was interspersed with random moments of treating me like a princess - the few moments that sustained me and that I clung on to. I was the one who kept trying to make him like me, and he was constantly putting me down my efforts, my dreams and aspirations, telling me that I needed him, and that despite interest from other men, I was unattractive and undesirable and therefore lucky to be with him.

I finally realised I wasn't all that lucky the night we broke up - when he threw me against the wall of his apartment, and yelling the most humiliating insults I have ever been subjected to, raped me and then hit me until I was unconscious. When I came to in the morning, he was all smiles and even brought me breakfast, but I remembered, ran and haven't seen him since.

He still tries to stay in touch. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes in less rational moments I think back and remember some of the happy times we had. And then in other moments, I wish I had had the courage to go straight to the police and nail the bastard.

Impetuous1

Sharon, that's horrible. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I'm glad that you got away from him though. My father was abusive like that towards my mother. She put up with that for 5 years before she served him with divorce papers on his birthday. I remember some of the things he did to her. Some of my earliest memories actually. Don't talk to him. Change your number if you have to or move. Guys like that rarely ever quit. My father, until he married his second wife and mistreated her, always held a grudge against my mother and spoke ill of her. Until he had a new woman to hate. Fucking loser. Sometimes my dad tries to reach out to me but the memories are always there and remind me to stay away from that bastard. Sharon, do yourself a favor and don't ever talk to that son of a bitch again. I've pretty much cut my father out of my life, just like he cut my mother out of all the family pictures, and haven't been happier.

yosho

I think in general, the worst breakups always happen when the girl leaves you for another guy.

And usually before the breakup, she is most likely fucking him while fucking you at the same time. - Worst feeling ever.

Oh and just for the record...

One time a girl left me because her friend called her and said that I was a bad influence on her because I wasn't Christian. (she's very religious)

She called me up the next day and said we were too different and ended it.

wut a hoe!

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sailor

Girlfriend of a year and a half breaks up with me, saying she'd put so much into the relationship that she didn't know who she was anymore, and that she just needed to be single for a while. Six days later, she was dating a guy who it later came out she'd been sending "hey sexy, let's get together soon" messages to before we even broke up. Then, a month into dating him, she cheats on him a couple of times (that I know about), once to have a threesome with two of her coworkers, one of whom is quite dirty, and again to fuck one of her friend's boyfriends, also a coworker of hers. I'm left wondering what the hell happened to the kind, caring girl I used to know.

Talk about feeling like shit. I'm still dragging myself out of the ditch about this one; it happened three months ago.

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psygal

My advice to everyone is to never take back someone that cheats on you while your living with them, because odds are they are going to do it again. I made the mistake of taking back a guy that I dated in high school and the beginning of college that did that very thing. When we dated three years ago we both were young and naive. He moved across country to be with me in my college town and shortly afterwards he decided that he was lonely, told me that it would never work, and he slept with a coworker. He later told me that he liked her and wanted to pursue a relationship with her. We didn't talk for two years.
I heard that he moved to Florida and so when I moved back to California from the East Coast I never planned on running into him again. He ended up however living in the same town as my grandma in northern cal and when she ran into him she stupidly gave him my phone number. He called me to apologize for cheating on me and told me he would regret it for the rest of his life. He said he never stopped loving me and that he just needed one more chance to prove to me that he had changed. When we started seeing each other again, we thought it was fate, I was angry that he cheated on me, but I started believing that he only did it because he was young and that we had both grown up a lot over the past two years. We had a great relationship with the normal ups and down for a year and then suddenly he became self absorbed and went into destructive mode. He told me that I needed to seek therapy before we could have a healthy relationship because I was abused as a child and I was overacting about everything. I had a good reason though to be freaking out.. because he was hanging out with his best friend's ( since sixth grade) girlfriend everday and even enrolled in all of the same courses at the community college as her. I couldn't believe that someone that didn't want me to have any guy friends would think it was cool to spend every minute with some other girl. I started getting suspicious that he liked her and so I confronted him about it and he said "no I'm not interested in her, and I could never date her because she's dating my friend." Well I still didn't believe him so when he started telling me that I was crazy, paranoid, and insecure because of my past experiences of being mistreated, I decided to move out, because I had a gut instinct that something was going on. He then broke up with me after I moved out and told me that if I got help someday that he would want to be with me and that we could be friends no matter what. He promised he loved me and always would because I was his first love. Then I found out the less than shocking news through a friend of a friend that a week after he broke up with me the girl broke up with her boyfriend and moved out.. oh and the following week after that my ex told his best friend that he would be moving out too because he was falling for his friend's ex girlfriend of a week. He moved out and now they are living with the girl's mom until they can find a studio. Although I was extremely hurt be the news I kind of expected it to happen and I now know that I wasn't going crazy. He was such a jerk for lying to me and trying to blame me for everything. I'm much better off now. It doesn't help though that the girl tried to befriend me again when they started dating! Did I mention that this girl once was a friend and roomate of mine! Who would have ever thought that two people could be so careless about other people's feelings! Obviously they are the ones with major issues!!

Lady Sage

In a nut shell... was cruising the web and found a site where you can type in names and see criminal records in the state of Ohio.

Oh my... he had lied about his age, he had been married, he had a child, he was a deserter in the army and..... if that wasnt bad enough when he found out I knew about all that and that he had stolen my identity to get 8 credit cards in my name...

He tried to kill me when I went to the police.

Thats all I have to say about that.

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shesus

That is a bad break-up. Mine pales in comparison I think.

I was dating a guy for about 6 months. It was very abusive emotionally. I heard everyday that I was ugly, no one else would ever want me so I should be lucky to have him, and he stalked me because he assumed I was cheating on him. Looking back...if I were cheating on him then that would mean I was worthy of getting someone else, but that's beside the point. My self-confidence dropped to below zero and I started self-mutilating myself. My parents tried to separate us, but it wasn't possible. He got angry at me one day, raced me on a curvy street to show his anger, and then smashed in a telephone pole. He was in a coma with 2 broken legs for about 2 weeks. That was the end of that...it took a coma, but we broke up. Then his parents wanted to sue me. And that is that...I had to find a new job (because we worked togehter) and complete a couple years of therapy to get back to 'normal'.

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streak_56

well... my last gf cheated on me with my best friend. Personally, I don't really feel bad at all about it. I'm all the better now for it and I don't have to lie to myself anymore. The world works in funny ways and I gotta say, sometimes it takes a little pain for us to realize that something good can come from anything.

And for everyone else out there with a bad breakup... I'll buy the next round for all of you!

Mrs Master

Going back many years, I was 18 he 17, in a relationship for about six months. He treated me well for the first few months then he started to change. He began insulting me when we were on our own, and then moved on to putting me down in front of friends of his, never in front of mine. A couple of his mates actually threatened to clock him one if he kept it up.... he was a pretty degrading bastard. After a night out we went back to his parents house to sleep. He wanted sex, I didnt, my best friend and her b/f were in the same room, and well it was his parents house. He decided to force the issue and after more insults and a progression to threats I gave in. The bed was pretty rickety and the whole house heard. Yes I should have left him then and there but by this point he had me believing that I was so useless no one else would want me. Two days later he called me using his nice and caring side and said he wanted to meet me at a local cafe to talk. I arrive to see he's also invited everyone we know along for the chat. As soon as he has everyones attention he grins and says, 'My parents heard us having sex the other night, mum was really pissed off with you, she thinks your'e a slut. Oh and I'm breaking up with you.' He looked around at everyone looking very pleased with himself.

The evil in that boy still leaves me gobsmacked.

surferlove007

My worst was probably when I found out a guy was cheating on me from a friend, he went to another school my freshman year in high school. I was really naive. I remember a girl from school told me over the phone, then somehow minutes later he called and was like, yea it's over. My best friend at the time was with me and hugged me while I bawled my eyes out on the bathroom floor. He wasn't worth my time but it happens. Also my two-year relationship from beginning of my jr. year through mid senior year in high school was heartrenching. It had been long distance for two years, but when the college stuff came up I knew it wasn't going to work. So I drove 125 miles to break up with him in person, it didn't help that he thought he had cancer and stuff, a major stress on the relationship plus him being jealous all the time. That was hard, I had basically forgotten how to be single, but it came back easier as I took up more sports to take my time away. It was the right thing to do. I'm so glad, being with someone who is possessive, jealous, and self concious is really not fun. I hated when he would constantly ask if he was attractive. Very annoying.
Oh well, now I'm happy in my current dating thing so all is well.

analog

My last girlfriend...

I was with her for 6 months. Things had really been slowing down, and it seemed like I was getting the jitters that sometimes a person gets when they realize they're considering locking down with another person. Things were going so well, I was knocking around the idea of proposing in a few more months, after only 6 months together.

So I was getting these massive, crippling anxiety attacks that were persistant 24/7... I was becoming anxious because the girl was already living with me, and had been for a long time, and I was having those "the one" feelings, which freaked me out because then I analyzed everything in insanity, to make sure she was "the one".

I tell her we should take a little time off, because the anxiety attacks were killing me and hurting our relationship. I laid it out very well and heart-felt, and made it absolutely clear that it was barely even a separation, let alone a break-up... I just needed some time by myself (as in, I needed her to move out for a little bit). I explained that this most likely would mean a week or two. Or it could be two days. She was very supportive and cool with the whole thing. She said she'd wait as long as it took, she loved me dearly, etc.

One week goes by, and I finally make up my mind that I'm a fucking idiot for ever having her leave, and she's awesome and I love her and I want her back immediately and things will be wonderful and I'll ask her to marry me. So, I call her up. No answer, I leave a voicemail. The next day, i've gotten no answer, so I call up... again she doesn't answer and again I leave a voicemail. On day 3, the same thing happens again and I figure she must be out of town, or really busy with her new position at work, or something. I wait 5 days before calling again. I've gotten no calls. I call again, now one week from when I first called. I repeat the next day. I figure she went away on a long vacation (definitely had the vacation time coming, and I figured maybe she was upset about the separation or something). I also began wondering.

Fast-forward, it's now been a total of 2 weeks that i've been calling after one week of separation... I'm at work, on lunch, and I decide to give it a try again. She picks up. We say hello. I say I missed her, she says the same. I ask her to join me for some food when I get off of work- and she says she can't.

She then proceeds to tell me she's been with another guy for "something like a week and a half". I ask, "does that actually mean two weeks?" and she says yes. That's why she hadn't returned any of my calls.

Apparently I'll wait for you as long as you need" is equal to less than a week. It turns out, she knew the guy for a while before we separated... so not only did she wait less than a week to move on in general, she moved on with a guy she'd basically had sitting on the sidelines for a while anyway.

So yeah, she basically left me for another guy... we had totally clear understanding they were still still a couple and still very in love and "of course" exclusive... so she cheated on me with him, then left me for him.

The girl I thought I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my live with. That bitch. That was just over a year ago. It took a while to get over that, considering I didn't know the whole story until after a month or two of quiet grieving... then I found out EXACTLY how long she'd known the guy, and EXACTLY when she (that whore) started fucking him. Then I stopped grieving and started hating and grieving at the same time. That's some hefty emotional shit. lol