Share Your Worst Break-Ups
 

Recently I had a kinda abrupt break-up with my gf who gave as a reason "I'd rather be your friend than your girlfriend" I had known her for almost a year and a half through school and work and been going out for 2 months. It came as a surprise, but in a way I do still hope we can be friends.

Well, I'm not looking for advice, I want to hear some of your stories as to your worst/most frustrating break ups.....lets get something off our chests..:)

Couple years ago, the day before Valentines day. Ya that was enjoyable. "You didn't do anything wrong, but I don't love you anymore. And I don't love anyone else." Two days later, she's in a car with one of my old friends who I knew really liked her, and their making out.
Ya, no anger towards the stupid bitch at all....nope, not at ALL...=p

LIST of WORST


GF #1 Having her removed by the police from my home.
(she got violent, called the police on me..after she started hitting me. the cops were ready to take me to jail until I showed them 1. the bruises and marks inflicted on me, 2. that it was my place 3. that she was lying about who started. She was even getting nasty with the police) It took all of that to get her out of my place!

WIFE. Having my wife say she was gay, and leaving the home on X-mas eve, while she was making nice with her new GF's family.

GF#2. After going through major surgery and having her find herself, she was cheating with two guys, while still sleeping in my bed.
educated and a boozer...Business type, that knew how to screw over both me and others. Her mom would of been proud.

Wife #2: Two days before Christmas she says she doesn't want to be married anymore. Completely out of the blue. No fights or disagreements led up to this. Sucks to spend Christmas alone, a thousand miles from family.

Everthing had seemed fine, but she had designs on some guy she worked with. His family was filthy rich and he didn't really have to work. I think she saw him as the fast lane to a rich and cushy lifestyle. A year later I found out that he had dumped her (for cheating) and she was dating a college student.

I've never broken up with anyone; they've all dumped me.

But the worst thing I ever did in return to one of them was in high school. Back in the days following integration in the South, people often lied about where they lived so they could continue going to a good school and not get shipped off to the bad rural schools.

I remained faithful to my high school girlfriend all the way through the long, lonely summer while she went to California. The first week back home, she dumped me in the school cafeteria in front of everyone. I promptly walked out of the cafeteria and across the street to the Board of Education office, where I turned her in for living outside the school district and lying about it. She was gone by the end of the day, and spent the remainder of her senior year (and graduated from) a horrible, run down rural school.

girl who broke my heart... still to painful to think about...

though she called me after 9/11/01 after over 10 years of not talking... and apologized...was like a load lifted off my shoulders...

It was a bad breakup at the time but in retrospect, it was all just too weird and it was all her crap, so I don't feel badly about it, but... it really spun my head in the moment.

Impossibly hot woman who worked in my building - we worked together briefly on a project and had a friendly "hi" rapport going but I knew she was seeing someone so I never pursued her. Coming out of a meeting one day, I had the leftovers in my hand and she was walking by... I simply said, "bagel?" ... and that was all it took. We started talking more after that and I happened to bump into her the day after the L.A. Marathon that year and I got a "congratulations" hug that was far beyond just friendly and I had recently learned that she was now single. I had major butterflies over this woman and we started dating and everything was peachy. Two, three months goes by and I'm high as a kite and life is good.

So... my family has a really nice vacation home in Las Vegas and we head out there for a long Memorial Day weekend with one of my close friends and his gf. She and I argued the entire way out there... over nothing. I couldn't get her to calm down. She was completely irrational for four days straight and broke up with me five times in those four days. Five times. When I dropped her off at her house on Monday, I helped her get her things upstairs and when I got in my car, she asked where I was going. I said I was going home. She flipped. Like... screaming, crying, the works. I was as even and calm as I could be. I was broken up with again... and I just drove off.

Three months later, she was married to someone else.

Weirdest. episode. ever.

This is my bad behavior. I don't know if it was bad, but it made me feel bad. I was dating a girl in a town 3 hours away, and I just really couldn't take the distance anymore. So we had made a date that Saturday. I drove into town, we meet up with friends as planned, went out to supper and karaoke and everyone went home. Then I told her I couldn't be her boyfriend anymore because my heart just wasn't in it and left. Haven't spoken since. Maybe I should have told her it was over before going out, I don't know.

Today is my first break-up.

There wasn't a goddamn thing I could've done about it.

I feel like shit.

butthead-

Heh. Welcome to the club. We saved a seat at the bar for ya. First beer is on me.
;)

my last gf I met at my summer job in 2001. a few weeks before I started working there she had broken up with her year-long bf and first love (who happened to be the owner's son, my boss). After several weeks of goofing off and poking fun at each other (that's what everyone did at that job), she stole my hat and saw me without it for the first time. After that she started pursuing me hardcore. I didn't really realize how she felt until a week later, when we were all headed to a rave but couldn't find it. We came back to my house and rolled anyways, and she and I made out into the wee hours of the morning. A week later she convinced me to give up my virginity to her (like it took a lot of convincing).

We had a couple more weeks of fun before she went away to college, about 800 miles away. I visited her over a weekend, and we exchanged "I love yous"... I was on top of the world...

then a week later she calls me up and breaks up with me. "it's not even like there's someone else," yeah right "i just don't think you really love me"... I was confused and wondered just what love was for about a year since then. I never came to a conclusion and just gave up on the subject. I'm still not sure what love is.

So drink up, fellas. Next round is on me =]

Hm, they've all sucked for various reasons including, but not limited to, being cheated on, drunkenly cheating on, being lied to, property damage, occasional bruising, and just plain distance.
Probably the worst was the depressive one who kept calling my mother. My mom really liked her, so she kept trying to help her. I can't get angry at her, becasue she's not mean, just really, really sad. But at the same time, she's hijacking my mom! I'm all like: "Damn it, my mother is supposed to be on my side!" :}

Oh well it was a long time ago.

The hardest breakup for me is the one I regret everyday.

I broke up with her because I couldn't take the distance (She moved to Maryland, but really wanted to stay together). We broke up and dated other people, and she had sex with some other guy. Too avoid double standards though, I too was with and had sex with other people.

Well she came back to visit, and the idea of getting back together was in the air, but I just couldn't stop thinking about how she was with some other guy.....Call it the male need for possession or whatever you want, but it really tore at me.

Now I realize how trivial that is, and how unfair it was. She really was the perfect girl for me, the one where people see you together and realize that love really does exist.

Katt, I miss you hun.....please do well in life.

man, it's truly saddening to hear what we all seem to go through. We dump them, then feel bad; they dump us- then we can't let go.... there never seems to be the perfect way to do it.
My best friend for years and girlfriend for 2 years broke up with me awhile ago. Then, she started dating someone she works with 1 month after she broke it off with me. It took me a long time to pull myself out of the ditch after it felt like I had been ran over by a truck. Now the problem is, she has this boyfriend, and yet she calls me and tells me that she misses me and that we never hang out anymore.... hello???? She wrote me an email telling me that she just has a hard time splitting her time. I haven't called in her in I don't know how long- she seems to call me everyday. I don't want her to split her time- I don't want 20% or 80%- it's all or nothing. If she has this new boyfriend now, then she should be happy with him and not miss me. To me, it's plain and simple (which doesn't make it easier), but there needs to be a line.

I did a dumb thing, but after looking back on the relationship, I dont feel too bad.

She graduated with dreams of going into the Army Officer Corps, but she wasn't smart enough to pass the test, so she moved back in with her parents, about three hours away. We decided that some *space* would be good for us. I decided *space* meant meeting someone who I was actually sexually compatible with and fucking like animals on speed. I wrote an allusional tale of the de-volutionary carnal romp between myself and this other woman, and suggested my soon-to-be ex read it. She called me, asked if it was true, and I agreed. She hung up on me, immediately called back, and said "Was it worth it?", to which I said "Yes". She said "Fine", and hung up again. That was the last time I talked to her.

Becky, I'm sorry for my immaturity, and I'm sorry for yours, too.

well i think it really sucks when they think just because you didn't clearly define the relationship in the first place.. they don't even [clearly] break up with you.. just give you the cold shoulder for a little while until you take the hint.. it sucks because you don't want it to be true but it's there in the back of your mind. but they're still leading you on bcos they're not SAYING anything.... so then months later he tells you about his girlfriend and you're like "oh". when really, you've braced yourself for this moment for months, and even dreamed about him having a girlfriend. but it still stings like heck when reality catches up to you and you wonder why you weren't good enough..

When my ex wanted to break up with me she had her friend call me at 1 in the morning to tell me . . " I'm sorry but the relationship is terminated . . bye"
gotta love it.

It wasn't the actual break-up that drew the line for me, although what he did was despicable. After 2 years with him, he dumps me 2 weeks before my 18th birthday after promising to take me places that I previously couldn't go to. Honestly, I'm relieved that it's over because there were so many things about him that annoyed the shit out of me. Oh, and after several attempts to have a foursome with two other friends (A & B), he has a threesome without me with them the night after he breaks up with me. And he used the sex toys he originally used on me as well as MY expensive lube. About a few months later, he tries to make amends with me. At this point, I'm extremely cautious. I don't want to end up with this guy again. We establish something resembling friends with benefits. Then I find out that after his escapades with A & B, he goes off and cheats with yet another friend, C, who is dating one of my friends, D. Naive, I continue the semi-relationship just because sex is fun but not satisfying (in the 2 years we dated, he never made any effort to make me O).
Well, anyway, what finally made me cut off this dickhead was when he asked me to give him a blowjob (not uncommon). However, this time he sits at the edge of the bed (uncommon). I ask him to lay back to relax and stuff but he refuses, weird. It ends up leading into sex. The whole time he stays stationed in the same position and I can't figure out why. Then I find out. AFTER we've finished, he tells me he has this weird rash, he hasn't been to the doctor about it, and asks me what it is because he doesn't know. Apparently, he sat there in the same position to conceal the rash from me since it was below the balls on the underside of his thigh.

I flip out and start yelling. How dare he intentionally hide a rash from me, have sex with me, then tell me he has a rash but doesn't know what it is etc. etc.

Then, he says something to the effect of, well if I had an STD and I gave it to you, then we would have to love each other forever or something equally psychotic.

I packed all of my shit with haste and left. I forget my leather motorcycle jacket in his closet. A few months later I ask him where it is and he ignores me. I kept asking for about 3 years and he finally admitted to me that he at one point had it but probably doesn't anymore and if he does it's in his storage. (I forgot to mention that he is extremely manipulative and used to play games with me. If he found out I wanted something, he would promise to get it for me if I did X Y and Z. I would do XYZ and then he would ask me to do TUVW and then I would definitely for sure get it, but he would never follow through.) He joined the army not too long ago, so he's somewhere in Europe and can't check the storage. Before he left for Iraq, he messaged me on AIM claiming he has changed and yada yada wanting to be on good terms blah blah. I asked him where my jacket was and he started to play the same goddamn manipulative games. So, I told him I don't want to hear from him until he gets back, finds my jacket, and gives it back without playing stupid mind games. I told him there's no other way he can prove to me that he's changed until he's returned my jacket. Furthermore, if he comes back and refuses to look for it or give it back because I'm sure he still has it, I'm going to do my best to take him to small claims court. I'm not going to let him have MY 300$ worth of leather jacket that I know he'll probably use to get into another woman's pants.

No words can describe the hatred I feel for this man. He is the only person I truly wish ill-will upon.

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As is turns out, the rash was a yeast infection. I experienced my first yeast infection when I was with this guy. In fact, this was the only man I experience yeast infections with and I got them frequently. After he broke up with me, I cleared up. The fact that he got a yeast infection on his own and I was clean when he got it, indicates to me, that he was the source of my yeast infections. He had his waterbed constantly turned up way too high with thick unbreathable blankets. He also wore unbreathable clothing that made his crotch perfect breeding grounds for bacteria to grow. After the first time I got one, I asked him to use a damp cloth to wipe off before we had sex (since it's like the next best thing to a shower, which he didn't want to be required to always do before sex things). After my third yeast infection, I found out that instead of using a damp cloth, he had been using a few squares of dry toilet paper the whole time, which doesn't do jack shit. I got a few more yeast infections from him after that. God I hate him.

i've never really been dumped, i've always succeeded in pre-emptive dumping. but i often seem to be a bit of an immature asshole about how it comes to be.

sophomore year of college, start dating this girl. go out a couple times, hook up a couple more times then we go out, and finally, i convince her to give me head. for her, this was a biggie. normally, she'd only go down on someone she really really really likes and was in a good relationship with, and would rather fuck before suck. well, anyways, 2 days before spring break, she goes down on me during a study break (we planned the hookup) and then i walked her home, went to dinner with friends, stayed up all night studying. didn't sleep at all. next day, run into her on the way to a test, say hi, quick kiss, take test, don't sleep that night either finishing a big paper and studying for another test. take test, go home, crash. i wake up at like 7pm when my dad comes to pick me up to go home for the week, she's already left for spring break and had left 2 messages on the machine, one not very nice. i broke up with her when we got back. i told her it was me, not her. i just wasn't really ready for a relationship (read: i still was in love with one of my best friends that nothing ever happened with and she was a bit of a plumper, and i thought i could do better attractive wise although she was cool as hell).

so anyways, she hates me. we run into each other 6 months later, and within a couple weeks are hooking up again. christmas break comes along, and i don't go to her sisters party because i want to go to one that a girl i have a crush on is going to be at. we don't speak again for a long time. just fizzled. mutual i guess. had a great time at that party though.

so we meet up again at some point, and are hanging out as friends (i said she was a cool girl. no joke). so one night, december 23rd to be exact, i come over to watch scary movie. we start fooling around and she's like, lets fuck. now, how could i turn her down? she's cute, great breasts, and could stand to maybe lose 10 pounds (which was the whole first time reason, errr... along with the other girl). anyways, we start dating, and it's going okay. then we decide to stop dating and just keep up a fuck friend relationship (i didn't want the relationship, but she was the one who suggested keeping fucking). so then she tells me a few weeks later "i think i'm falling in love with you." i left pretty quickly after that. made working with her at the restaurant a little awkward after that.

funny thing is, of all the girls i've ever dated/hooked up with, she's the one i wish i could try it again with. it was like dating my best friend, but i just wasn't ready to accept that. now she's married with child.

Dumped at 6 am on a Saturday morning by my gf who did so just before she left on vacation. The "conversation consisted of

Her: 'Hi...uh...we can't see each other anymore.'
Me: 'What...huh? :::barely awake:::
Her: 'Well gotta go...bye!"

I come to find out afterwards that her mom felt that her daughter was merely a "booty call" (direct quote) for me, and that she would be better off without me. For me this was the woman I had intended to marry at the time. I had sacrificed a lot to be with her with out ever thinking about it.

She married some guy a year later only to leave him the weekend following their wedding. She moved back home with her mother. I don't usually enjoy the misfortune or suffering of others (esp. those I love), but I have to admit I always get a smile when I think about that.

I feel ya man. The ones that you don't see coming and that you can't do anyhting about once you know are the worst. I was engaged, and I was with the girl for 7 years. Really don't want to get in to details. But I now have an engagement ring on my desk. :(

I'll sum my "bad break-up" up in three words:

Serious Mental Illness

she took my friends
she took my happyness
she took my pride
she took everything


id love to go into more detail, but its my bedtime :)




-.- i have only recently recovered (not getting over her, just, becoming myself again).

I screwed up behind her....
kept it from her for a week so she could focus on her exams
told her, 4 day cool off
break-up; but still tried going out for a month, including a day long out of town trip.

She goes home to her province a month later, some contact via celphone...
then next thing I know, she's going out with her ex again!

It wasn't particularly messy or anything like this, but it's still my worst breakup in terms of how crappy/depressed/bad I felt afterwards:

We had been going out for 5 months, and it's going absolutely wonderfully. She did and said several things that showed that we were really something special, something more than her many past relationships (and I still believe she was speaking the truth)... To name a few, 3 weeks into the relationship, she tells me in (happy) tears that she wants to stay together when she goes to a 9 month study abroad program 6 months down the road... or that she ignored personal "limits" she would impose on herself in past relationships because she thought our relationship was that good...

So 5 months in, things are going absolutely great, and she tells me, completely out of the blue, she has unresolved feelings for an ex boyfriend, who she had gone out with some 2+ years ago, and the 2 months they had gone out were a complete disaster, but still she had these unresolved feelings..... so she breaks up with me.... and I'm left thinking wtf...

Ok, not as bad or messy as some others, but damn i had to get that off my chest....

My worst breakup was actually from my shortest relationship. I broke up with a girl I was dating in college because all she ever did was complain. She never had a positive thought about anyone or anything and I just couldn't take it anymore. I sat down with her one night and told her how I felt. She seemed to take it well.

A few weeks later, my phone, power, and cable tv were all shut off. When I went to have them reconnected, the utility boards said that I had asked to have them turned off because I was moving. Somehow she had my social security number and had them all cancelled. She also had my Visa check card reported stolen, slashed my tires, spray painted my house, impersonated me online, padlocked my house, filled my mailbox with caulk, and poisioned my trees. I called the police on each incident, but they refused to do anything because of lack of evidence. They finally issued a restraining order against her when my video camera caught her in the act of taking a shit in the back of my pickup truck. I haven't heard anything out of her in quite some time, but I'm always looking over my shoulder. PSYCHO

All I'll give is a quote from me, "Our relationship is like I bought something at the store. The 30-day warranty is up and I decided I don't want it- so I'm gonna take you back."

We dated for about 6 months...

We both travelled alot for work for a short while. Usually she was home and I was away and then I was home and she was away.

At dinner one night she told me "I've found someone who took your place while you were away". Needless to say, we never saw each other again.

After 8 and a half months, I get this phone call -

Her - "Hey"
Me - "Hey"
Her - "I just called to tell you I'm back with an old boyfriend now, bye."

First and only break up... still kills me every day even after 3 months.

This one time in high school I was seeing this extremely hot blonde and for the month or so we were seeing each other, it was all physical, but no sex.

She tells me one night as she's sitting on top of me that she doesn't want to have sex until marriage. I responded by saying that was cool, and that I respected her wishes.

Anyway, the next night I am following a friend of mine in traffic and we come to a stop light. This girl I am seeing is sitting next to me and all of a sudden, she sees a group of guys she knows standing on the corner. So while the light is red, she gets out of my car and runs over to them and starts this conversation. Meanwhile, my car door is wide open and the light has turned green. My friend I was following is beginning to disapear into the distance and cars behind me are honking. I needed to make a conscious decision right then and there. So I did. I left.

I started college that fall and a few years later I was back home in a bar with some old friends and they told me that about six month after I broke up with the blonde, she got pulled over by a local cop and she fucked him to get out of a speeding ticket. She couldn't keep it a secret either, and before long the whole town knew about it. This resulted in an investigation of the entire police department, which found that half the force had at one time or another, forced a girl to have sex with them to get out of a ticket. I think something like, five or six officers got canned.

And I always wondered why I could never get out of tickets back in high school. What a cheap whore.

That's my two cents.

bleh.. my worst breakup destroyed my life for a few years
i met her in my german class in highschool where we became extremely close friends.
after 2 years we move the friendship into more of a romantic relationship and things are going great for about a year.
so everything is going great and then all of a sudden she starts ditching me and spending time with my best friend of 6years (he had been living with me for about 2years at this point) that goes on for a week and she tells me that their now dating.. soon after she takes up a job as a stripper (which she knew i hated)
but we tried to remain friends afterwards.. and we were still pretty close for about 3months... one night she shows up at my house after she got off work.. one thing leads to another and she ends up cheating on my former best friend.. she says shes going to break it off with him that morning and that she'd stop by later on or give me a call.. week goes by without me seeing her or returning my calls.. so i stop by.. she tells me shes staying with him and that she only needed closure with me.. i left.. and haven't seen her since.. aside from the occasional run in here and there..
sad thing is.. is that i still love her :/
he treated her like shit.. although honestly i don't feel that i had done any better i didn't do a lot of things i should of done even though i may have wanted to

The following all happened about ten months ago. I met this girl and we went out for coffee, then out for a drink, we ended up making out with each other, even though she had told me she had a boyfriend. This was my first real relationship and I was as nevous as anything, so I assure you she initiated everything. Anyway, I didn't like that she had a boyfriend so I told her that we should be friends and that wouldn't happen again. Anyway, a week later it happened again but I admit although we were both a bit tipsy, it wasn't her doing all the initiating this time.

So she breaks up with the boyfriend for me, then gets back with him, then breaks up with him again. All the while fucking the both of us. I guess at the time I was feeling very self-assured that I got this fantastic girl, and very horny as it was my first sexual relationship. I was feeling very cocky :D

About 5 months into our relationship, after she had dumped the other guy for good, she tells me she may have gotten drunk and kissed some guy at a party! I go nuts, she starts bawling and crying and I forgive her. Then I notice her condom stash is getting smaller and smaller every time I go to her apartment, not proportial to the amount I use them either.

Even still I am totally ecstatic about everything, I am madly in love with her and my life has never been better!

Me being weak-willed I have sex with her with no condom on a bunch of times. She meets a new friend and he and her seem very, very close but I am too much of a wimp to confront her. She tells me one day that she has chlamydia! Where did that come from, I wonder? My first sexual relationship and I get an STD? I'm so scared at this moment, I am so far out of my league I'm going nuts!

Anyway, one day out of the blue she tells me that we should just be friends. I had had a few beers that afternoon so I couldn't drive her home so we still slept together in my bed that night, and the next morning we have sex, even though we've broken up? I put on a charade of being happy and agreeing with her but inside I'm dying. She goes on vacation for two months, comes back and we're gonna meet up for a coffee. I go up to her apartment and she lets me in and she's in her room with the door clothed, and her 'new friend' is lying on the couch on his stomach! I go in and take a look at him and he doesn't get up, he just lays there looking very uncomfortable... almost as if he has an erection and can't stand up to greet me! I've decided long ago that I'm so much better off without her and I take her out of coffee just for the hell of it. We get there, sit in silence for a few minutes, out of the blue I slam down $5 on the table and walk off, leaving her in the middle of a coffee shop on her own with everyone staring.

Later she begs me to meet with her so she can explain, we go out for dinner and she's flirting like anything, but I know I don't want it. We're about to drive home and I look out the window and see her totally drunk 'friend', throwing up and walking into parked cars in the middle of the night, walking along the street. I tell her she'd better take care of him, she gets out and I drive off leaving her and her drunk 'friend' in the middle of nowhere at midnight.

The last thing I ever said to her was 'I don't give a damn what you do. Just fuck off.'

Sorry for the long story :( Now it's been almost a year and I've decided that I don't miss her, used to miss the lifestyle, but now I'm with a wonderful woman :)

Your stories all trump mine, but here's mine anyway...

Dating a girl. It was the day Independence Day the movie came out. She had waited in line all day for like 8 hrs, then came over to my place to suprise me with the tickets (they were really hard to get).

I wasn't really too sure about how I felt about her, but I really wanted to see the movie.

On the way to the movie, she introduces me to her best friend and her bf. They were complete and total geeks and religious dweebs. I hated them. Afterward she said "I think we should hang out with them more, don't you? It'll be so fun!". And I said, "I don't want to see you anymore. I think we should end it, we're too different".

Never talked to her since.

The worst was with my first bf. It seemed as though things were going perfectly and then all of a sudden he broke up with me after 4 years of on and off dating. Come to find out, he was cheating on me with my best friend. But things are great now, cause i'm in love with the greatest guy in the world.

I decided to break up with my fiance about 4 years into our relationship. In the beginning she'd been fun, sweet, kind, and very fun in bed. She ended up having to move into my home about the 3rd year we were together.

She changed completely. Instead of talking about our problems and communicating she'd start slamming her fists into her legs and screaming at me like she was a 5 year old. That was difficult to deal with but when she threw a end table lamp at me I knew it was over. Having to duck out of the way of flying 10 lbs objects is what we call unacceptable. :)


Glad you and him broke up permanently. Sounds like he treated you horribly. It boggles my mind sometimes to find out how emotionally manipulative people can be. Egocentric behavior seems to be the norm in the "bad breakups" club here.

My junior year of high school, i was going out with this girl for about 3 months. We were together as much as was possible with school and other activities.

Anyway, one day she comes up to me and tells me that when i get off work, she'll be waiting for me. I was like ok (she'd done it before.)
So I get off work, and she's waiting in the parking lot. And the first thing she says to me is "I don't think we should see each other anymore."
We spent about an hour outside in 10 degree weather and the whole time she was telling me that she still loved me but she wasn't going to be with me anymore.
There was a bit of crying (mostly by me, i was crushed) and after we were done talking, she goes across the street where one of her friends works and supposedly cries to her about it.

Then i realize i don't see her car parked anywhere, but as i'm driving away, i see that she's in the car with a guy who i had thought of as a good friend.
When i talked to her the next day she said that she had him give her ride because she didn't think she would be able to drive after she broke up with me. She told me that he just took her to her friend's house where she fell to the ground crying her eyes out.

It wasn't until the next week when i learned that she didn't go straight to her friend's house. Instead, she went over to the guy's house and spent 3 hours in his arms, supposedly crying. Within 2 weeks they were going out.
About 6 months later, they broke up and she started to show up at the same places i was. She started dropping hints that she wanted to get back together.
You know what i told her
Fuck off bitch

The summer after my junior year in hs I went on a photography trip to the beach for a week with 10 or so friends from school, one of which was my bf. We had been good friends since 4th grade and had decided to date about 6 mos or so before the beach trip. Everything seemed ok, we hadn't been talking as much as usual before the trip but we always went in spells so I didn't think anything of it. Wed. he was acting kinda odd so I cornered him into telling me what was wrong. He told me he was gay and eventually he told me he like another one of the guys who came with us. Now being that I wasn't allowed to tell ANYONE, the rest of the week was hell. All I wanted to do was go talk to my gf's but couldn't. I had to play like life was wonderful. Not to mention.. the 8 hr ride home was me, my ex, and the guy he liked cramed into the back seat.

With all that said and done everything worked out for me. I ended up with a really good friend. We stayed best friends for a few years but going to different colleges has seperated us quite a bit.

My college boyfriend broke up with me the day I got out of the hospital

Story:

I met him my senior year, he was a freshman (although only a year younger than I was..) We got along great, I loved him, he was my first blah blah blah. Anyway, I graduate and it's time for me to go back home to NY (college was in VA). I bring up us breaking up. I loved him, but I knew deep down that the distance would kill it. He says no, we can work it out. So we stay together. Talk on the phone a few times a week, things are okay.

In November he started telling me about this girl he met online who's from the next town over. High school girl, 17.. He's 21. He always had a lot of girl friends, so I wasn't worried. Well, I should have been. He ended up telling her that we broke up in October when I visited him for homecoming. Well, we did break up, because I wanted to, but he asked me back. And I stupidly got back with him.

Anyway, I buy him plane tickets to visit me for New Years. He fucks this girl the week before he comes to see me. He gets here, we go out the night he gets in and he's driving home from the bar. Had one beer. Feel asleep at the wheel. We crash into a little retaining wall. I break my arm, leg, big cut above my left eye. I'm in the hospital for 5 days. Spend New Years in the hospital. The bastard doesnt even give me flowers or anything.

Each day he visited me in the hospital, he would disappear for 15 minutes or so. I found out later that he was calling the other girl. So I have surgery, and I'm released from the hospital. Im getting ready to go to sleep that night and he says to me "I think we should break up." I was shocked. I just sat there and said "Okay." I had to sit there and pretend everything was okay for 4 more days until he flew back home.

I found out about 2 months later that he slept with another girl the week before I visited him in October, and that he was "dating" the 17 year old while we were still together.

Even after I talked to this girl (she had no idea about me), she still stayed with him. Well, karma bit both of them in the ass when he got her pregnant. I found this out when I was visiting for homecoming the following year and saw him. He asked how my family was, and I told him about my sister having a baby. He says "Oh, Susanne (I think thats her name..) had an abortion a few months ago." What the hell do I say to that?

Long story, sorry... Anyway, this was 2 1/2 years ago and I hope karma is still kicking him in the ass.

Heh, mine was we were really madly in love then we spent a summer apart, got back she says that she still loves me and always will in a way, but no longer has feeling for me that would be sufficient to keep her in this relationship. Followed, by not breaking up with me leaving me fucking trying to figure out wtf is going on and whenever i ask her she just says i don't know.

Fuct if you ask me.

My first breakup was the worst, this summer :|

Meet this girl, lives 50min away, awsome! First date is a total match! We meet a few times, I go away one week for a festival in Denmark. Come home and get the message that she had meet someone else and would rather be friends. Like lighting from a clear sky!

That hurt and still does :(

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.

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.

Breaking up (Ouch)
 

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?

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.

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. :lol:

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 :D

Edit: nevermind. Too depressing.

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.

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

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.

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....

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.

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.

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

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 :)

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.

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)

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.

"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 :thumbsup:

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.

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

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

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...?

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.

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.

Worst break up
 

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

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 :( )

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.

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!

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.

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. :rolleyes: . 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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

Trust your gut instincts!!!
 

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!!

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.

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'.

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!

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.

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.

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

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?

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

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

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.

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.

When the pain outweighs the pleasure absolutely not!

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,

[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.

[/tough love]

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.

My Breakup
 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

...never end a relationship with:

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

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...

Damn soldiers always get the shaft.

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..

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.