Crack

I have read all of these stories. They have all helped me cope in one way or the other. It's nice to know that we all hurt from time to time. But let me ask any of you who will answer, would you do it again? Knowing what you knew now, would you do it again?

Are the memories worth the pain?

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maleficent

some yes.. some not even a little bit

Not a chance in hell.. Who ever said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all... never really loved and lost

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tooth

I'd say, that depends. There is a big difference between loving and losing, and loving and getting fucked over and left for dead.

Infinite_Loser

I'm sure I've told this story before, but here goes.

I and my girlfriend had been dating for about 11 months (We had about a 3 month break in between). As all couples do, we were having a few problems but I didn't consider them anything major. Anyway, November rolls around and that's when the biggest problems started. I noticed that my girlfriend was becoming cold towards me and much less affectionate. I also noticed that she always seemed to be "Busy" whenever I wanted to do something together.

Well, the days go by and it's finally the day of my birthday. My girlfriend hasn't bothered to call me to wish me happy birthday or anything of the sort. Therefore, I decide to call her to see what's up. No response. So I log onto MSN and see that's she's on. I send her a message and she replies with a less than pleasant response and a fight ensues. After this goes on for around 30 or so minutes, I plainly asked her what she wanted from our relationship and she said "Nothing". I then asked her if she loved me anymore and she blankly said "No". After that I asked her if she wanted to break up and she said "Yes". She then proceeded to block me on MSN.

Needless to say I was crushed. I remember bitching to my friend for what seemed like forever (I'm surprised he actually listened to me instead of telling me to shut up) and he told me to just give her time to decide what she wanted. So I waited a few hours and, sure enough, she unblocks me and states that she doesn't really want to break up, but that she wants a little time to decide what she wants. Meh... I can deal with that, as I really don't want to break up with her. Still, I didn't want to be alone during my birthday so I ended up going out with one of my female friends. When I get home I see an IM from my girlfriend asking what I did for my birthday and I told her that I went out with one of my friends and she lost it. She went on and on and on about how she just wanted a little time and how I couldn't wait to move on, even though this wasn't the case. To make a long story short, she ended it right then and there in the most bitchiest of fashions, blaming me for our problems and the subsequent break-up.

The ironic thing is that she complained about her previous boyfriend treating her like shit on her birthday, yet she turned around and did it to me.

In the months that followed I had a hard time dealing with the break-up because I had wanted to marry this girl (And she knew it). I sacrificed so much time for her and was her friend when absolutely no one else would and, through it all, she was completely unappreciative. I tried to get her back by showing her that I could fix everything she found wrong with me, but that didn't work. It was just so hard for me to move on. Of course, it wasn't hard for her to move on as she got engaged within-- Get this-- A month of ending our relationship. What a bitch!

Anyway, you'd think that was the end of the story but it's not. She ignored me for months and then one day, out of the blue, I get an email from her saying that she hasn't been able to sleep because she needs to talk to me. I'm a nice guy by nature, so I tell her I'll listen even though I don't really want to. Come to find out she had been on multiple dates with people behind my back and cheated on me twice with two different guys just days before my birthday. She also tells me that, within minutes of breaking up with me, she was already in a new relationship with one of the people she cheated on me with (The person she's engaged to). Keep in mind this is 7 months after the fact. She then goes on to say that she still loves me and wants me back. Well, me being gullible and naive gladly jumped at the news that she wanted to make it work.

To make a long story short, it didn't last very long. The fact is that a tiger can't change it's stripes. Even if she said that she had changed, she hadn't. She was still the same old uncaring, selfish, bitch that she's always been. I hate how I wasted over two years of my life on her, but there's nothing that I can do about it now.

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shesus

Depends on the relationship. The one that I listed in this thread, I wouldn't want to do again. We were never happy and there were no good memories.

As for my relationships, yes. I would go through the pain and the loss again. Each relationship I've had has helped make me the person I am today. Even the bad one, so possibly I would even do that one again too. If you get jaded by the pain, you may never experience the true love that is waiting for you. And that would be sad.

As for the memories, I don't really keep many of those. The memories kept me sad and made it hard to move on. So, my memories changed to lessons learned and helped me make better choices for myself in the future.

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Mrs Master

When the pain outweighs the pleasure absolutely not!

Disco Stu

So I date dthis girl for two years....we fought, we liked eachother, we fought.....
Then I started doing drugs, she was fucking the guy down the street....
I hate my life,

analog

[tough love]

Yes. Most of the time, they are.

The one thing you don't want to do while you're really down, yourself, is put your pain on display for all to see. It's sad for a moment, but the more a person wallows in public, rather than private, the more people begin to resent a "broken heart". They become overloaded with your pain and the effect is lessened. I'm not saying you should internalize it, but keep in mind that if you make a spectacle of the whole thing, it WILL NOT help you heal. Been there, done that.

Yes, i'm sure it hurts- but pouring your soul out to every person who will read what you have to say, will not make you feel whole again, it will only make you feel more empty.

Healing comes when you realize that the world is still spinning, you're still alive- and if you don't drive them away by vocalizing every ounce of your pain, you'll still have your friends, as well.

Either way, most friends will always be there, even if you're a one-man walking Shakespearean tragedy for a while.

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amire

I'd say that depends. It's sometimes good to learn a lesson about relationships. Even if the break-up was painful, sometimes you learn something valuable from it -- such as not becoming too invested too quickly, being careful about a temper, etc. If you learn from your mistakes, you'll have MANY fewer painful breakups in the future.

HorneLord

I met my Ex whilst we were working in a restaraunt. She was studying at the local university which was around 250 miles from where she used to live.

We decided to relocate to her home town and rent the annex next door to her parents house. We were together for around 3 1/2 years and everything seemed to be fine until she started a new job which was around 6 months prior to our breakup. I started to notice suttle changes in her behaviour and I started to se a wall come between us. We still seemed to be in love so ignored the problem.

She started to go to the pub with her new friends from work and I was keen to meet them. After four months without an invite I asked if I could join her and her new friends for a drink. She replied that her male friends are attractive and I would get jealous. She would neither talk on the phone while he was with her friends.

I was quite upset so sought counsel with her mother. As I said we were living next door to her parents. Her mother said that my ex has her own friends and that had nothing to do with me. I knew from that moment on that her mothers advice to my ex was not good and seemed to undermine our relationship. I then started to find out my ex had spoken to her mother about more personal things and sought her advice. When I expressed my concern for our relationship to her mother and I told her that we need to sit down and talk through whats going on.

Her mother snapped and told me that thats not how to sort out a problem She told me that I was paranoid and said that was on drugs. I decided to leave the room. A few weeks later I took a trip to my home town. Three days into the trip I received a call from my ex telling me she did not want to be with me anymore. I was devasted and when I asked why was told that I am pathetic. She refused to talk to me from that moment on.

I then returned to our home after my trip. She refused to talk to me or have any conact and her mother told me to leave me alone. I was then evicted by her mother from the home we shared and I had to relocate 250 miles again to move back with my parents.

The house we lived in needed repairs - no hot water - rising damp on a wall - broken window in the kitchen - leaking shower. I had asked her parents over the course of a year to fix the problems as they were our landlords. They did not but I understood that they were busy and being my exs parents did not want to push the matter. I found out recently that the house has been fixed - all problems solved and has been redecorated.

Her parents did not like me - I was form the north and they were from the south. Any moral of the story would be never to live next door to the parents of your partner. They will never think you are good enough for there son/daughter and will manipulate your partner with patience and mind games.

I was alone and far from my family and close friends and was in a position where I could be treated like this. I trusted there parents and thought they were my friends. How wrong I was.

Hyacinthe

Mine was a fair bit like Sharons

The night we broke up involved broken bones and a hospital visit on my part. Least that's what I thought, I thought charging someone with rape and assault was fairly final.

He miraculously thought we were still dating - ended up getting a restraining order before he left me alone. Someone turning up outside you house or work randomly sending you teddy bears they've mutilated etc before you get freaked out enough to go to the police.

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MrFriendly

I feel a lil silly for even posting this after the experiences Sharon and Hyacinthe have shared. That's some really rough shit to go through

But I'll share my most crushing break up none the less.

A couple of years ago my best friend had broken up with his girlfriend while they were overseas. I was kinda friends with her too, but didn't really know her all that well. My best friend decided to stay in the US because he was a dual citizen, and she came back home to finish her degree.

Our home town isn't the most hip and happening of places, in fact, it's fucking boring. When she got back, we sorta just started to chill out together because there wasn't much else to do and we enjoyed each others company.

As time went on, we started to become exceptionally close friends, and I really started to fall for her in a huge way. I knew my friend wasn't going to have a problem with us going out, but for some reason, I just found all these reasons to not let her know how I felt, even though I knew she would have been keen. I was a bit of a pussy back then.

It finally got to the stage I couldn't keep it in any longer and I had to tell her how I felt. It was an awkward situation, we'd planned to move to another city together, it was something we both really wanted to do, and telling her these feelings could potentially fuck everything up. So, I told her how I felt, and she was keen to give things a try. Words can't describe how happy it had made me.

From that particular moment, to the time we next saw each other, two days had lapsed, and we hadn't spoken to each other because we'd both been busy. When we next saw each other she told me that we couldn't go through with it, she just couldn't see me as any more than a close friend, and us being together was going to be too weird and difficult.

I really loved this girl, balls to bones loved her. Hearing that crushed me like nothing else. What made it harder was I couldn't just be angry at her, I'd told her to be completely honest with me in order for this to work or for our friendship to still be salvageable if things didn't work out. She was just being honest with me, and really, it's hard to find people who are like that. She knew it would crush me, and she hoped to god it would destroy our friendship, but she flat out said to me she wasn't going to lead me on or lie.

We stayed friends, if anything, it made us closer. But when we all moved city with our other friend, I ended up falling for her again. And then she found herself a man, and it totally destroyed me.

That little incident caused me to loose a lot of weight, I only weighed 48kg for a while. I caught a flu which had really taken it's toll, and I slid into an awfully dark depression, began drinking heavily alone.

I made an awful mistake by moving into a house with her when we all move up north, a truly awful mistake. But it was an important one to make. I grew some stones and dealt with all my shit, found who I was, and manage to get over her.

We're still very good friends to this day, even though we live in different cities now.

Love is a total bitch sometimes, but after having felt that pain, I'll certainly appreciate the next time I feel great joy in the arms of another.

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Jenna

I was "seeing" this guy. I really thought we "had" something and he'd play with my damn mind all time, saying "Yes, we're dating, we're going to lead to more..." blah blah blah.

More or less, I was there only so he could get a good blowjob.

After I broke it off, he kept calling me, and texting me, and being really fucking weird. He even went on to tell me that he can't stop thinking about me giving him head and all the other things we did, he told me that he was obsessed with it. Keep in mind, he had a new girlfriend at this time! He was crazy.

So I told him I found a girlfriend and that I wasn't into guys. Well, I am bisexual but I wasn't REALLY in a relationship with another one. And he still continued to call me and leave me messages. So, my now boyfriend finally had to call him and leave him a message, and he hasn't called me back yet.

I haven't really been in a "bad" break-up, just a creepy one.

JumpinJesus

Gather 'round, for you're about to hear a break-up story for the ages.

First, we must hop into the Way-Back Machine and travel to 1987....

I just got out of the Air Force's Technical School and was home on leave. I was sitting in the recruiters’ office when a friend from high school walks in with one of the hottest girls I had ever laid eyes on. We’ll call her Chesa. We start talking and the conversation turns to how awesome Depeche Mode is. It turned out they were playing at the Cow Palace in 4 days. I was quite upset since I had no tickets. Chesa told me, “I have an extra ticket.”

*swoon*

We go to the concert but nothing happens. She has a boyfriend.

One week later….

I’m with some friends having coffee when Chesa and a friend walk in. They sit down at our table after recognizing me. The friend is from Germany. She’s a foreign exchange student. How cool, I’m being stationed in Germany. We talk. Turns out she lives only an hour from where I’m stationed. We make plans to meet when she returns home. Chesa and I spend the rest of the evening making googly eyes at each other. We’re 18, it’s what we do.

She has a secret for me. She broke up with her boyfriend the day after the concert. We go see “The Princess Bride” at the movies (yeah, I’m old). We smooch after the movie. I have 3 weeks left before going to Germany. Should we do this? Do we want to start a relationship we know can’t go anywhere?

Our hormones do the talking. We’re inseparable for the next 3 weeks. She drives me to the airport. We promise to call and write all the time (remember kiddies, there was no internet then). This works for 2 months.

I meet a girl. My hormones say, “Chesa is in California, this girl is right here and wants sex.” My hormones win. I do the honorable thing and tell Chesa we can’t do this anymore. Well, not so honorable, I guess. Chesa says, “I’ll wait.” Sure you will….

Months and months go by. It’s been almost a year. I actually find myself still constantly thinking of Chesa. I break up with the girl I was seeing. Don’t ask me how, but the day after I break up, Chesa calls. “It’s been a long time. I was thinking about you yesterday and was wondering how you were.” I tell her that I broke up with my girlfriend. We decide to stay friends and start writing and talking again. Memories of our wonderful 3 weeks keep coming up so I get a crazy idea.

“Why don’t you come to Germany for a visit?” I ask. It turns out she had been saving her money to visit Kirsten, the foreign exchange student, over Christmas. That’s wonderful, I say. We can see each other again and we can figure out if this really is worth the effort.

I get ahold of Kirsten and we meet up at the airport. Chesa is going to stay with Kirsten for a week, then drive down to spend a week with me. I keep looking up the ramp, trying to get a glimpse of Chesa as she leaves the Customs area. After a few minutes I spot her. Something terrible happens. I feel nothing. I suddenly realize that I don’t want her there. I don’t know where this came from. I was so looking forward to seeing her but the instant I saw her, the feelings of missing her were gone and I realized I didn’t want to see her after all.

Uh-oh.

I dread the next week, wondering what the hell I’m going to tell her when she gets to my base. Finally, the dreaded day arrives. As I go to the base gate to sign her in, I feel no sexual chemistry at all. I feel no emotion, no desire at all. It’s just not there. I may as well have been greeting a stranger. On the walk back to the dormitory, she keeps using innuendo about how great it’s going to be, that as soon as we get back to the dorm she’s ripping my clothes off and yada yada yada. I begged my roommate not to go.

I’ve got to tell this girl the truth. I can’t let her stay here thinking something will come of this. I figure I tell her how I feel, we fight, and she calls Kirsten and finishes her stay in Germany with her. I was about to get one of the biggest surprises of my life.

We go get a drink. I confess to her how I’ve been feeling. The response I got was not at all what I was expecting. Her reply went something like, “Well that’s just fucking great! I bought a one way ticket thinking we’d be getting married!”

Let that sink in. She bought a one way ticket to Germany….

“I can’t go back to Kirsten’s. Her family just left for Switzerland for vacation. I can’t go anywhere.” She starts sobbing. I’m feeling horrible.

I offer to buy a one-way ticket back to the states for her until I realize that a one way ticket is going to be over $1,000. Things have changed since then.

I start brainstorming what I can do. This girl I work with just got divorced and lives off base by herself. We’re pretty good friends. Maybe I can ask for a favor and you can stay with her while we figure out what the hell to do.

It all goes downhill from there….Stay tuned for part 2.

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Infinite_Loser

^That's something you'd expect to see on a soap opera...

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Plan9

...never end a relationship with:

"So, how about one last blowjob, eh?"

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shesus

I haven't had a worse break-up for me, but I have seen the other person experience it. When I broke off my 2 year engagement a year before the wedding...over the phone with a horrid hangover, that probably wasn't good.

He told the army his grandmother died so he could get emergency leave from Germany. That was not a good couple days...

The hardest part for me was getting the stack of letters he had written me after we broke up, but never sent. It was rough reading letters and having no way to respond because he had died. So yea...

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Plan9

Damn soldiers always get the shaft.

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Kaliena

High school: had this fabulously perfect relationship (or so I thought). The guy breaks my heart and when I ask him why he doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore he goes "I just don't know." When I push for a reason, he gets angry and says "it doesn't matter if you get it, just accept it."

Later I found out that he was getting other girls phone numbers while we were dating and was telling everyone about how he was using me for sex. the worst part about it all was that my friends heard what he was saying right from his mouth but didn't want to tell me because they were afraid of upsetting me..

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shesus

Not always...although it seems that way. We were too young, so even if he hadn't been in the service it was inevitable. Just happened that way.

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Cynthetiq

I don't retell it anymore it's no longer living rent free in my head. the cost is too much to my soul.

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BigBaldRon

Dated my high school sweetheart for nearly 5 years. Living in PA, she I had taken a job when I quit school and was making decent money. She said she didnt want to be stuck in PA forever, so I joined the Navy. During bootcamp, I get a letter from her telling me she's suicidal because she fucked one of my friends. I call her and tell her things will be okay, we will work it out, etc. And we do. five months later, I am buying and engagement ring. I pop the question and she says yes. Everybody's happy! Then, I get deployed to the first gulf war. And, the letters stop coming. Get back stateside and cant find her anywhere. SHe had moved to Oklahoma with her family after her dad had gotten out of the navy. I am heartbroken.
I start dating but not really enjoying myself. Then one night at like 7PM the phone rings and it's her. We talk and she admits to everything she had done (fucking four of my friends) and tells me she's sorry and that she loves me and misses me and wants to be with me. We talk about moving together to Maryland where I as stationed. She is excited about it. We talk until about 5AM (yes, ten hours). I hang up the phone and go to sleep, happy as a pig in slop. Then, around 930, the phone rings and it's her. She's crying. I ask what's wrong and she says "I am getting married today". I was in disbelief. She said she had called me the previous night to tell me, and once she heard my voice, couldnt tell me. Told me she meant every single word and that she'd love me forever. I ask why she's getting married and she tells me its a family friend's son and the whole town will be there and she cant back out, etc etc etc. I offer to come out right then and get her and she tells me no.

I wished her the best and hung up the phone. Havent heard from her since then.

ItWasMe

18 1/2 years ago, I caught my first husband making out with another woman. Oh, yea, and the woman was a cousin. HIS cousin, not mine. We divorced.

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eribrav

Well the first sentence sounds like a good intro for him to wite to "Dear Penthouse, you'll never believe....."

Sorta goes downhill from there though, doesn't it?

benclass

I wonder how long this will be when i finish typing, hopefully not too long.

My worst breakup was with my first girlfriend. Freshman year of college I am young and open to the wide world of dating, having not delved into it during my highschool career. Of course being somewhat socially akward and also having no real motivation to do anything about my current situation, I allow the women to come to me.

Two of note come. One girl, who we'll call Nina, and another which we'll call Lauren. Nina is very flirtatious, and pretty much calls dibs on me, while Lauren and I become very good friends. In fact, in my search for new friends at college, she becomes what one might call their 'best friend'.

Well, drama ensues throughout the following months, and Nina who has become more and more friendly with me finds out that Laura and I kissed once and has quite a fit about it, and I don't talk with Nina for several months.

Some how we become friends, and then eventually boyfriend/girlfriend. Well, I leave for the summer and come back. And now I'll be more specific.

So, Laura and I are both part of the sailing club, so we take lessons together. Now this one weekend we are supposed to be taking a windsurfing lesson on Sunday. So anyway, I tell Nina that i'll stay with her on saturday night, completely forgetting about my lesson with Laura. I get fairly drunk that night and we go over to her apartment, and as soon as we step in the door Laura calls me to remind me that we have our lesson early on Sunday morning. Nina asks me who called, I tell her exactly what she asks, and she then proceeds to kick me out of her apartment. I'm drunk, so I don't really care, and I mosey off, thinking that she is just having a hissy fit or something. Well, I go to my lesson on Sunday, and the gravity of the whole situation sort of hits me, and I tell Laura that I'm sorry, but i've got to go deal with this. She understands, and I leave.

I get there and Nina is on the phone with her Mom discussing god knows what. And then she pretty much lays it at my feet that I can either have Nina, or Laura. (Note: There had been some issues with this earlier, though with no grounds for accusation...) I say, in so many words, WTF. Apparently she feels threatened, and that before I am able to even SEE Laura again, let alone do anything with her it's going to take several months of trust building. I say, I'm sorry, but no matter how much I care for you, I cannot turn my back on my friend who has done nothing wrong. So you can live with making this ultimatum for me, because I refuse to choose. Good day.

I feel relieved. Then sad. Then we run into eachother. I say I wish I could be back together with her. She says she'll try. Then she sees me going to a sailing lesson with Laura. Oops.

Fast forward 2 months, we haven't talked. I get a call from her out of the blue, she wants to get coffee and talk. Ok, FINE. The day of the arranged meeting, she doesn't respond to my calls, and finally calls me and tells me that it would be easier for her if I just came over to her apartment. I say yes (BIGGEST MISTAKE) just wanting to get this over with.

I get over there, and she instantly goes into this pitiful rant about how her life has just taken a nose dive after i left. I feel bad for her, but I know I'm not going to let her suck me in, so I try to comfort her in the most platonic way possible. Then I try to leave, and she just blocks the door. I continue to try and leave and she refuses to let me leave. This eventually culminates with her jumping on my back and me having to walk out of her apartment with her dragging from my ankle down the stairs.

I hope that wasn't too boring.

Oh, and I'm with Laura now, and I finally know what it's like to be in love.

ruggerp11

I read every single one of these. They are heartwrenching and anger fueling.

Personally, I don't have any significant break up stories. Mine were just hard to go through because of the time and emotion invested.

One was my High School sweetheart, whom I dated for 4.5 years. It started as a mutual breakup but soon she was calling me hysterical every day trying to get back together. That was one of the hardest 6 month periods of my life.

The other is my most recent. I was with a girl long distance and things started to crumble but I held out hope until she flat out told me she didn't want me to move two days before my birthday. Crushed. I thought I'd marry the girl. I did some destructive things to myself but I'm better now and trying to find which direction to take my life.

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Bear Cub

I was shopping for engagement rings, even though I wasn't really ready to get married. She had stuck by me through the cancer ordeal, it had been over 2 1/2 years, so I almost felt obligated. But while I was away at school, I had a sneaking suspicion she was messing around behind my back and falling back into her old ways.

Sure as shit, I was right. Still about 99.9% sure she was fucking a guy who she just happened to be "hanging out with a group of friends" on a daily basis. That, and the little money she had was once again going right up her nose. Maybe in her arms too, but I'm not much for the semantics in this regard.

As I went there to "talk things over", I strategically packed all my belongings up in my racecar, which rather inconveniently was stored in her garage. Once I was done, I reaffirmed that it was over, and the shit started flying. Literally. Boxes whizzing past my head, golf clubs, Build-a-bears, you name it, if it was within reach, it was being thrown at me. Police show up, my vehicle is trailered away as the officer keeps her away, and I get about a months worth of e-mails, phone calls, and text messages about how I ruined her life, I'm the scum of the earth, etc.

I don't regret it ending. Ever.

Kpax

Nightmare, but I learned a lot of things.

I've always questioned the establishment, not as a grungy liberal, but as a sort of judgemental, ultra-conservative...

I've learned many things over the summer, and one is this world's crazy obsession with automobiles.

I got my first car when I was 21, and although it was a 1991, it only had 41,000 on it. Thought nothing of it. It was just a means to get from point A to point B. I didn't think of it as that Witwicky kid on Transformers. I've never thought of cars like that.

After my "girlfriend" wrecked it, and I've been driving around in it clunking and making funny noises for months now, I realize why people like nice cars. I wouldn't mind a car with a clean interior, thicker doors so I don't feel like I'm in a tin-can, and two headlights that actually work.

Worst breakup? It has a lot to do with trying to recover from financial nightmares. She has costed me nearly $10,000 in just a few months.

I'm not really breaking up with her because we were never really a couple, but I've resolved to sever ties with her and not believe a word she says if it concerns liking me. She knows a desperate guy like me just wants to hear the 'L' word, even though he knows it's not true. I'll always wonder if I should've just toughed it out a little more, or if I just got too suspicious and didn't believe her when she really did start to mean it, but oh well. She is the only girl I've ever had in my life, and I'm 25. I think I'm looking down a road of being a hermit for the rest of the way

Shauk

i'm not telling mine, it's just another drop in the bucket.

just gotta say, the longer they are, the more it hurts on a mortal level. The prime years of your life feel wasted when years later it all unravels due to a single stray thread.

NathanJ

I'll try my best to keep it short... Summer 2006 I meet the girl of my dreams in Florida, She was beautiful fun and ...exciting... but! i live in California... Our 1st nite we lay in a golf course looking into the sky... holding eachother... Fireworks from one of the disney parks were exploding in the distance we kissed blah blah blah...

...We fell madly in love things went great for a year and a half. she wanted to have my kids! for cryin out loud... all that... It worked cause i could fly for free to see her in the BAHAMAS, Things still were going great... until this last month. Nothing but arguements... The distance has been killing us. I fucked up by breaking up with her at the worst time... The weekend of her Uncles death... We went on a break... I call her and recieve the coldest shoulder ever... She is pissed at me says some mean things I call her a bitch... BAM Its assumed over. WORST PART IS ITS ASSUMED!!! A WEEK GOES BY no talking thats the worst! Until finally she calls and shes SO HAPPY, and im feeling like shit... I GUess shes moved on... we argued hung up... still waiting to see if anything will happen... I fuckin doubt it... I better start lookin eh?

gentlesoul43

Scene 1: Dumped GF of 4 years coz she was possessive and needy, and I had met someone else and was already sleeping with her
Scene 2 - one week later: New girl decides that she wants to stay with her then current boyfriend because she didn't like the idea that I was cheating on my GF with her
Scene 3 - one month later: Tried to go back to GF but she was already so brokenhearted that she didn't want to be with me anymore. And she's already met someone else on a rebound and felt indebted to him because he was there for her.

I don't remember now which scene sucked more. It took me 1 year to recover from that.

Glad it happened though. GF was needy and possessive and new girl was the same but I just didn't know it then, and a serial cheater too. Both are good friends with me now but they don't know each other. I loved them both. One of those scars that I will carry with me to remind me of my past stupidity

Kaimi

After a couple years of dating, he calls me on the phone and tells me, My mom was thinking that we should maybe see other people.

My response,I think that is a wise decision.

Seriously.. I think that was the most idiotic break-up line I had ever heard. I actually laughed afterwards. Gotta love the Momma's boys.

girldetective

He was 57. We were a happy, enviable couple. There was no doubt about it until that third night he was impotent. The first night he "smoked too much weed" and the second night he "drank too much wine". The third time, while we walked along his houseboat wharf, he suggested it was because I was too big at 5'11" and 142 pounds. I looked at him and said, "Did you just say I was too big for you?" To which he replied, "I'm used to girls who are 130 pounds or so." I pushed him in the drink.

LiBan

I know it's a bit belated, but I thought I'd put in my story, because it still makes me laugh.

Have just started college. First real boyfriend. We see each other every weekend. I'm goofy over him. His folks are great. My folks like him, too. He's a sweet Christian boy, just what my mother wants. One day he calls me and says, "God is telling me that I have to break up with you."

Well gee, can't exactly argue with that. Who am I to say what God is or isn't saying to anyone else? I figure that if he is cowardly enough to blame God for wanting to break up, rather than just owning up, that I should take the opportunity and cut my losses.

Two weeks later I find out that he has been sending flowers to a friend of his everyday since he called me. Two months later, I hear that she is pregnant. One month later I hear that she left him, telling everyone she knew that he was "too much of a pussy." One month after that, he calls me to ask how I'm doing, and I get the chance to say "A hell of a lot better than you. How's your faith, these days?"

Charlatan

Delivering that line must have been sweet.


My worst break up was a break up that didn't happen...

My girlfriend had moved to the UK to study for six months and while she was gone I started to date someone else. It was a premeditated thing that was scheduled to end at Christmas when my girlfriend was due to return.

When my girlfriend returned, she moved into my apartment but things weren't quite right. I was torn between her and the other woman (whom I had stopped seeing). I decided to do the right thing and break it off with my girlfriend.

She was understandably upset.

Hearing her crying in the front room. Tore at me. Let's face it, I was an ass.

A couple of days later I was laying in bed and my stomach began to ache. The pain grew worse. I called to my ex-girlfriend, who had moved into the second bedroom, to see if she could help me. She did.

The next day, I went to the doctor, who sent me to Emergency. I had appendicitis. They rushed me into surgery. Pain and time alone in a hospital bed can do a lot for introspection.

As I spent my time in the hospital my ex came to visit me. She took great pleasure in making me laugh while I could not urinate and even greater pleasure when I had to be catheterized. I suppose I deserved it.

To make a long story short... we got back together. Five months later, I asked her to marry me.

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blahblah454

When I was younger I was an ass, I actually broke up with a girl on her birthday. I actually planned on breaking up with her prior but she knew it was coming and would not answer my calls and managed to avoid me pretty good. The first time I managed to get a hold of her was on her birthday and I did the deed. I was like 15 at the time.

No it was not bad for me, but I imagine that would be pretty traumatizing to a young girl.

medlar

I was seeing a girl for almost a year not long after I came to Canada. We were good friends before and it was time to get out of the friendship zone and when the time was right we put our virginity behind us. (I even sought advice here on that to make it just right) She told me no matter what the moment would always be with her, I know it's always going to be with me. I thought we were really happy and that things were taken a step further and deeper between us.

A few months back, there was a party, everyone from my grade were going. I was planning on going with her, but had to beg off, I just wasn't feeling well after work and told her to go on with the rest of them. I heard that she had gone off with her ex boyfriend (he's a year older and had dumped her on account she wouldn't have sex with him.)and they dissappeared from the party. He later started telling all his mates, he'd done her I heard the rumours and got some snide comments that it was the experience that she was looking for and he was the man...and that almost had me kicked out of a soccer practice tryiing to floor, but it wasn't until her best friend told me that it really hit. The guy still keeps rubbing my face in it.
I let it alone for a week though it was tearing me up and then had a moment alone with her, and pretty much used her in a way that treated her like she was nothing to me but just a ride. She was all hurt after and almost in tears, I felt like shit for doing that but still that's when I told her I knew what she'd done and pretty much lost all the ideas of composure. Of all people she had to screw around with being him and making me look the idiot. She told me that she had been drunk and out of her head on e and didn't even know what she was in for, I could have been twice as wrecked and not done that to her. "it just happened"..I left her after that, feeling a right c*nt, because all I wanted at that point was one more ride from her and she had reduced to me to tears when I really wanted to be shouting in her face, and to kick her out of my life.


I guess thats how life and love is. Getting your heart broken is just part of it. But there are always cracks that just won't heal. I still haven't got over her, and the way she wrecked me to the point of months of not even looking for anyone else. It's hard to still see her at school but the whole thing has divided a group of us. Still hurs alot and I wish I could move on past having to not see a girl more than a week. Her best friend has been making it clear enough she'd llike me to.

supernaut112

... but I found it appropriate for my first post here.

My worst break up was six weeks ago. We lived together for two years, talked about marriage, kids, etc. He went on tour, and I flew up to see him in the Northeast shortly before Valentine's Day. As usual, we had a wonderful, steamy time together. Lots of "I love you's" and "I can hardly wait to be home's." The day after Valentine's Day, he sent me an email telling me that it was over, I needed to move out by the time he got home, and that I should take our cat and my concert grand. This gave me roughly two weeks to come up with the cash to hire movers. I was confused, but did as he said because he was adamant about it. When he got back, he wouldn't see me or even talk to me on the phone; emails went unreturned or I received terse replies that explained nothing. Finally, this Sunday, I talked to him on the phone, and he finally confessed that he met "someone" when he was in Seattle and that they were starting a long-distance relationship. He's seen her once.

Of course, I got a bunch of revisionist history of how he was never really in love with me, we had no "intimacy," things were bad for a long time, he was lonely, blah, blah. Which was contrary to everything he was telling me during the course of the relationship. So needless to say, I was gobsmacked.

tybarre

So the relationship started long distance. She was in Canada, going to school, and I was home in the States. We decided we wanted to be more than friends, despite our distance. But soon, she stopped writing to me. I suspected that she was seeing someone else, and I was right. When she came home, I ignored her calls, claimed to be over her, and had a panic attack thinking that it might actually be over. But then she wrote to me, a letter, telling me she loved me, she never meant to hurt me, she wanted me back. I accepted her without a second thought.

We became serious very fast. We were talking about moving in and getting married months into being together again. We had our whole futures planned out- we'd both go to school, albeit in different states, and live together when we could. But soon, she formed other plans. Before more school, she wanted to go to the Netherlands and become an au pair. For six and a half months. I told her I couldn't handle it, but she had decided to go, so, because I loved her, I accepted it.

A month in her stay in NL, she stopped writing so much. She didn't want to talk to me instead of partying with her new friends. She told me she wasn't attracted to anybody and she still loved me. Soon she decided six and a half months wasn't long enough, and she was going to stay an additional month. I flipped out. I became controlling as she pulled away, and one day, we reached our pinnacle. She told me she wasn't going to break up with me. An hour later, she did.

We continued talking, although most of the time it was nasty. I was practically begging her constantly to come back to me, and she was turning a cold shoulder. A few months later, she revealed that she had cheated on me. AGAIN. I began to hate her unlike anybody I have ever hated. We continued to talk, but every time I tried to confront her about what she did, she claimed that I was just trying to hurt her.

Recently, we've been talking, and although she's admitted that she is the one who fucked up and that she misses the relationship, she continues to belittle and toss aside my emotions. I decided just today that I never want to see or talk to her again. I deleted her from everything I could delete her from. I sent her an email telling her that I'm done with her, and I'm leaving it at that.

She's coming home in a week. I know she'll try to call me because she wants to see me, to apologize. I won't reply to her, I won't even acknowledge her existence. She's dead to me now.

We were together for three years. I regret every second of it.

angelpain

So.. I'll start with my break up story first my story is a little different this relationship only lasted 2 long days and a few wasted phone calls
Last year I went on a blind date with someone that was my complete opposite.
Good jewish boy that is the only child. I guess the only thing he care was that i was jewish as well.
So the first date was okay. We talked a lot about our families and where our lives were leading us and stuff like that. I guess he was head over heels for me. But I just felt really uncomfortable. Apparently I was his first encounter with the female world. OY VIE!!! He tried kissing me. It felt like a dead corpse. There was no fireworks or my heart wasn't pondering out of my chest. NOTHING!! My brain was telling me to end this now since it's only been 2 dates nothing long term as happened. This guy wasn't my type. He liked to get his nails done for Christ sake. I like a guy that is ready in 5 minutes, that can keep up his part of the conversation and i want to feel this excitement every time i see or touch him. So a few days after our second date. I had a conversation with both a friend and my ex now my best friend and even recently my cousin( the blind date was his mother's suggestion and he waited a year after the horrible date to tell me that this guy wasn't my type). Which was exactly what my best friend who is also my ex told me. His exact words were " sweetie you went from dating the tattooed freak to the one thing you hate the most; and for what to make your parents happy shame on you; you need to end this before you end up making a mistake." So I did. I called the guy up by phone since I was on campus and couldn't leave. I went somewhere quiet and tried to first try and dump him nicely and on good terms. I'm to make up an excuse that being in college, with extreme study sessions and being a part of some groups on campus plus work are taking huge amounts of my time. And to be honest I'm not looking for anything long term because my last boyfriend couldn't take it being number 2(that was actually true).
I tried but this guy wouldn't take the message and say "well, it was fun while it lasted" instead he was trying to resolve the issues I presented and that "we " could find a solution and thats where I snapped and heard my friend's voice say you tried being sweet but now just be direct and say I don't like you, I'm sorry but I not interested in you the same way you are to me. I'm not your type of girl. I like guys with tats, can hold their liquor, and i would probably find at a metal concert or goth club. We only went on 2 dates thats it. i'm done good bye. and after that i deleted his no. from my cell.

And well on the side of being the dumpee: My prior ex that I was dating for years dumped be exactly around the same time as the blind date from hell. He broke up with me the funniest way ever. Using his voicemail. knowing i would call him he left this god awful message that said his in London by now shagging some random chick or 2 and hopes that the news drives me insane. it didn't. and i left him one back saying "hmm, so does this mean i'll never get back my kill bill vols 1 and 2 back ever than?"