I got a "pick me, choose me, love me!" letter from an ex-BF at least 6 months after we broke up. He knew I was already dating someone else, and was living several states away at that point. It was bizarre. I confess to reading it out loud to several of my friends so we could laugh over it together.
Lame but that's the best I've got. I've always been the dumper and never the dumped...
I got dumped by a guy I was dating during college because I was about to head off to Europe for two months and he figured I'd be slutting it up. Mind you, I still hadn't had sex with anyone yet, so that wasn't even something that occurred to me to do before he brought it up. And really, I just wasn't the casual sex type (I do sort of regret that now, lol).
Post by FrozenSunshine on Jul 2, 2015 3:29:02 GMT -5
I started dating a guy the summer after high school. (I graduated the day after my 16th birthday, but my parents wouldn't sign off for me to go anywhere for school but local.) I landed a sweet job working 40 hours a week and going to school and started dating him. He was 1/2 way through a BA degree and decided to do ROTC and I agreed to help him do it because of the time commitment he had a hard time keeping jobs (retrospect he was lazy.) I could graduate, he would commission, I had some savings and all would be good.
Married after he commissioned, off to training he goes and calls stop. letters are scarce. He's busy. It's training. etc.. excuses. I also had friends at the same training that raised red flags for me. I knew what was up. I still packed my bags and met him at our base when training was over. He instantly started accusing me of everything under the sun. First night there he left his email open, saw messages from "his sex kitten"....damn if only young me was smart to print them. I went in and started beating him with pillows and throwing shit at him. Then locked myself in the bathroom for a hot shower. ugh.
He said one time thing. Other woman was also an officer. He claimed they only did anal because he wasn't sure about it and "she had a family." She called claiming to possibly being pregnant and how would she tell her husband and 2 kids. I LOL'd my fucking way out of there. To this day he swears I didn't give him a chance.
No dude. You're lucky I just left and split shit and didn't fuck either of your careers up. He refused for years to sign divorce papers. Then instantly wanted a divorce..He married a gal 6 weeks after our divorce. Not the one one he cheated on me with.
I just found out after 9 years of marriage they got divorced on our (yes we shared a birthday) this year.
During high school I dated one of my coworkers on the sailboat for a year long distance. The relationship started with us 2 hours long distance and then we eventually spent the entire summer together working on the ship.
On Thanksgiving weekend we made a big show and dance out of celebrating our one year anniversary. We both also got super drunk. When we went to bed that night I remember breaking up with him, possibly incoherently. We both slept in the bed, and then went on our way back to work the next morning. At around 3 in the afternoon, just before I left to go home, he comes over and is all 'I just wanted to double check that I broke up with you last night'. And I say 'No. I broke up with you.' We agree to disagree, but nevertheless are now broken up, and we both went on our merry way and continued to be friends.
3 weeks later his identical twin brother called me to ask me out. Nope.
When I was student teaching, I had to comfort an eighth grade boy when his girlfriend dumped him by writing "you suck, we are done" on an orange and throwing it at him.
My last actual relationship before H lasted six months, and ended when he called to tell me he was moving to Miami with his cousin the following month and did not want to do the long-distance thing. He said we could stay together until he left, but I declined. A month later he moved to FL with his cousin... and another girl. I emerged victorious, however, because in the breakup he gave me back the first season of The O.C. on DVD that I had given him for Christmas.
I also semi-dated/had a weird on-and-off thing with a guy over a couple of years, who sent me the longest, most dramatic "I heard "To the Moon and Back" by Savage Garden on the radio while I was crossing the bridge, and I had to pull over because it made me realize it's time to cut ties with you for your own good, because I am an asshole" message on MySpace two months after I'd started dating H, months and months after that guy and I had spoken. I actually printed it out and carried it around in my wallet for a while for laughs. I wish I could find it, but my MySpace is long-deleted and I think I eventually threw away the email. I'll never forget the part about the Savage Garden song, though! lol.
One of my HS boyfriends broke up with me because I was "too smart" and therefore he could "never be the head of the household the way the Bible says."
(We were both valedictorian of our respective classes FWIW, so it's not like he was dumb. He ended up marrying a girl from a Christian dating site he'd only met three times. But she believed men should be the head of the household.)
Sophomore year, a guy was dumping me over the phone when I had a call on call waiting. I said "can you hold on a sec?" To which he responded "NO I DON'T WANT SEX"
Junior year, I was sad when I got dumped, but I was more concerned about getting back my Dashboard Confessional CD that he borrowed to rip. PRIORITIES.
The second guy is the one that married the 18 year old, immediately knocked her up, then she left him, then she got cancer. I don't even know what that whole thing was.
My HS bf broke up with me the summer before we started college. He told me I wasn't going to grow up to be good enough for him. I was "only going to be a teacher" and he was going to be a doctor. He ended up getting arrested for drugs and now makes zeppoles for street fairs. LOL forever.
There was a guy I casually dated before my H. We had gone out on a few dates, hadn't had sex yet, things were cool (I thought) One day we were talking on the phone and he says "he doesn't want anything serious" I was bummed and thought that was weird (I wasn't pushing for anything serious) but shrugged it off and started dating my H a few months later.
Around the same time, he has a one night stand with a girl and gets her pregnant. He ended up marrying her and they had 3 more kids together.
I posted all the screen shots of this one to MM a few months about, but I'm still lol'ing about it.
I broke up with the guy because he was an alcoholic. He asked if it was really because I'm only a 5 and he's a 7. Then told me the only way I'm going to get a guy is if I have gastric bypass. The next day he asked me if I wanted to be fuck buddies. Lol forever!
Post by starburst604 on Jul 2, 2015 10:18:34 GMT -5
I have another good one. This one I was much younger, 19. My boyfriend of a year didn't have a job and started hanging out with an old high school friend that sold drugs (mostly pot) and gave him rides to his transactions for a cut of the profit. I broke up with him because of this, but he said he'd go on one last deal with the guy and wouldn't hang out with him anymore so I took him back (dumb).
Things went really bad that night. While my BF was in the car, dude got stabbed while making a drug deal. Got back in the car and they drove away, then to a hospital. Drug dealer dude died the next day, and BF was questioned by the police for hours on end. He told them what he knew, which was the name of the guy they were meeting. The police looked into it a little more and things got deep. The alleged murderer had mob ties. They told BF his life was in danger. Then the FBI got involved, and wanted him to go into the witness protection program so he could testify. BF lawyered up and decided to refuse to testify. They kept hauling him into court and eventually put him in jail for contempt of court. He was there for about 6 months then out on an ankle bracelet for some time. We broke up during this naturally. I don't believe he ever ended up testifying, and I read in the paper some years later that the murderer was killed himself. What a fucking mess that all was.
My very-Catholic boyfriend just out of college would not take me to see the movie Dogma when it came out. We had a fight about it, and then he admitted he wanted to forego the venial sin of seeing Dogma so we could commit the mortal sin of premarital sex. lololol. (We'd obviously already had sex, but man, the double standard killed me.)
For me and the XBF, the movie was "Little Nicky," but otherwise, my experience was the same.
Post by NothingWrongwithOhio on Jul 2, 2015 10:22:41 GMT -5
I started dating this guy who was 2 years older than me my sophomore year of high school. After I graduated high school, I tried to break up with him THREE TIMES over the summer, but kept stalling because I'd get halfway through my breakup speech, he'd start sobbing, and I couldn't deal. So I went off to college and hooked up with random people. I would call him the next day and say "hey, I totally made out with this dude, I got to third with this girl, etc" and he would be like "That's okay. I still love you. We will make it through this." ^o)
Anyway, I tried to break up with him AGAIN the summer after freshmen year. I knew he was sleeping with two other girls (some rando that he ended up marrying, his MOM called me and told me about her, but I'd already known, and my best friend) We were in the high school parking lot and I made it all the way through the break up speech and he fell to his knees, did this hip hug thing and told me he'd kill himself if he lost me. Well, fuck. Stayed with him. Two weeks later, he stops his car on train tracks WHILE THE FREAKING ARMS ARE COMING DOWN, WITH ME IN THE PASSENGER SEAT and I was like fuck this shit, peace out, ditched the car and ran. (He drove through and broke the arms after I bailed.) Luckily, we were two blocks from one of my exes that I was on decent terms with (who I dumped for this dumb fuck) and he drove me home, kind of gloating the whole way. Whatever, he earned it.
The next day, he came to my house to apologize and wanted to stay together. I LOST it. I pushed him down the porch stairs and told him to get the fuck away from my house and that if I ever saw him again I would do him a favor and kill him. Apparently, that set him off and he came back at me screaming about how I was a slut, how all of our friends hated me, and how I was a huge loser with no friends of my own. I pushed him down the steps again, this time he landed in a bush and I told him that if he didn't leave, I'd get my father and have him give him a good reason to leave.
His mom came to exchange our stuff two days later and apologized to me.
Moral of the story. If you're going to break up with someone, just fucking do it.
I was on vacation at my parents house, which happened to be in the same city I was going to celebrate my friends bachelorette party that weekend. XH called me up the night I arrived, said he wanted a divorce and moved out as soon as I left for the airport. We'd been unhappy but this was completely out of the blue, like, we'd never even talked about divorce before. Actually, my neighbor texted me the next day saying "are you guys moving? I saw (asshat) moving a mattress out?!"
He told me while on vacation "because I knew you'd be surrounded by your family and friends". Awww...he's SO thoughtful!!
I have another good one. This one I was much younger, 19. My boyfriend of a year didn't have a job and started hanging out with an old high school friend that sold drugs (mostly pot) and gave him rides to his transactions for a cut of the profit. I broke up with him because of this, but he said he'd go on one last deal with the guy and wouldn't hang out with him anymore so I took him back (dumb).
Things went really bad that night. While my BF was in the car, dude got stabbed while making a drug deal. Got back in the car and they drove away, then to a hospital. Drug dealer dude died the next day, and BF was questioned by the police for hours on end. He told them what he knew, which was the name of the guy they were meeting. The police looked into it a little more and things got deep. The alleged murderer had mob ties. They told BF his life was in danger. Then the FBI got involved, and wanted him to go into the witness protection program so he could testify. BF lawyered up and decided to refuse to testify. They kept hauling him into court and eventually put him in jail for contempt of court. He was there for about 6 months then out on an ankle bracelet for some time. We broke up during this naturally. I don't believe he ever ended up testifying, and I read in the paper some years later that the murderer was killed himself. What a fucking mess that all was.
I'm sorry, what?
Yeah I know.
So this is weird, I googled the murderer's name just now and didn't figure much would come up since this happened in 1996, but it brought me to a message board that appears to be exclusively to discuss organized crime and it's mentioned there along with a string of other related murders. It's like The Soprano's GBCN. XBFs name is mentioned there too and he gets props for going to jail instead of testifying. :/
Post by ninjabridemom on Jul 2, 2015 10:46:15 GMT -5
I've broken up with everyone I've dated and then met Jake when I was 19, but this is my worst/best one.
My senior year of high school I was dating this guy named Ben. We worked together at Michael's lol. We were having a lot of fun! We fooled around a lot but didn't have sex (both virgins) Then I got mono and we couldn't make out a lot and he was so paranoid he didn't even want to kiss. A month-ish later I was cleared and we were fooling around again but it was very different. He acted strange but we sort of just kept going and made big prom plans. His school had their prom 2 weeks before mine -- he was going to drive his dad's Porsche and we were going to have sex (of course, right). But it was still all weird and he got very focused on the sex part of this plan.
Well. Our coworker/my friend told me at school that she heard Ben talking and he said he was only staying with me until after his prom, after we had sex, because that was all he wanted from the relationship from then on. It all made sense, I thought. So I grieved a little, talked a lot, and that night (it was less than a week before his prom) I went into the store with a posse (my best friend at the time and a few of our guy friends) and broke up with him. The first words out of his mouth were "what about prom??" which solidified it for me, that he was being a jackass. I walked out and my friends and I hung out all night and stole street signs and had a really fun night.
Kind of sad that my best break up story was in high school but there it is lol.
ETA Actually no I was broken up with once by a frat guy in college. He said he didn't want a girlfriend and 2 weeks later started seriously dating another girl.
Post by themysteriouswife on Jul 2, 2015 10:53:12 GMT -5
H and I broke up for a week over something so stupid we don't remember. He took my keys to his house. As I was leaving his dad (we lived in the basement) handed me another key and told me to come back whenever I needed. He knew my home life sucked. H asked me to move back in a few days later. I said no. A few days after that I said yes. We celebrate our 15 year dating anniversary on the 4th. 9 years of marriage in Oct.
My first serious BF and the one I lost my virginity to was a douche. He was always one of those scammers trying to so the get rich quick skeems but I was 19 and in luv. Anyway, he used to have a standing Thursday night boys night at the local club. (Think 80's). Anyway, I knew the club and it was notorious for hook ups. I didn't really care that he went but every now and then I'd ask to go and he refused to let me. Kind of weird, but whatever - boys night and all that. Well one day I just was kidding around and made a comment of "so how was last night? I heard all about it. He goes pale and starts asking what I know and what his friend told me. Now I'm suspicious and tell him I was kidding but now need to know exactly what happened. Turns out he hooks up with some chick in the backseat of his car. Goes to walk back to club and locked himself out of the car and had to break into his car to get home. Confessed the whole thing and other times as well. Dumped him on the spot.
Couple weeks later I had already met a few other guys and started just casually dating when exBF shows up at my job to beg me to come back. Yeah - no, but thanks for asking dude. Then about 7 years later he actually showed up on my parents doorstep looking for me. I was married at that point. Loser.
I met a guy when I was out walking my puppy in my college town when I was about 21-22. He was really cagey about where he lived and swore he lived off campus with some friends but wouldn't have me over. We dropped by the dorms one time to pick up one of his friends and I noticed that his name was on one of the rooms. So he was lying and actually lived in the dorms. I don't think that would have bothered me much if he had been honest about it, but it was weird.
The first time he spent the night at my house he told me he wanted to make me breakfast, sausage and biscuits were his speciality. So we went to the store to get the stuff to make it, and it turned out he didn't have any money with him so I had to pay for it. I thought it was weird that he suggested we go buy stuff if he didn't have any money to do it with...
I don't remember much else about that relationship other than that we had a few stupid arguements and I eventually told him I wasn't interested anymore. I think it was fairly mutual.
My HS "Sweetheart" who I dated for 7 years broke up with me over the phone. We were living about 130 miles apart at the time going to different schools. He couldn't make the drive up north to do it in person. He chose to be a huge asshole and pussed out. It happened over 13 years ago, but I still feel a little bit of the sting when I think of how he let me go. He gave me the line, "Let's take a month off and get back together once we realize how much we take each other for granted." A month came and went.
I never really fought for him in the end, I sort of already knew in my heart that he was done with me. I kept in touch a little through AIM for a couple months and I called him once after the break-up. That summer, photos came out of him in our friend's wedding. He had brought a date. It was the girl that he had talked about a lot while we were still together and in one of the photos she was wearing his jacket.
I refused to grovel and beg for him to come back to me. So on his end, he thinks I never really cared to get him back. On my side I cried a lot. I cried hard for that guy but slowly moved on. It's hard when you think you're with "The One" and they end up throwing you away like trash. I don't know how you could end a 7 year relationship over the phone with a person, that's just so cold.