Breakups are not an easy life experience to go through. But time heals all and people move on. However, some people can just be so spiteful in their execution of the relationship. And these stories act as an example of what not to do if you're considering ending a relationship...
This Guy Clearly Has No Heart…
“A ‘trusting and supportive’ relationship I had been in for a good while ended when that jerk dumped me right as the paramedics were showing up to revive my grandfather (the man who raised me) after he had driven over a retaining wall in my backyard. Gramps had gone into cardiac arrest in my driveway, sitting in his car, and when that happened, all of his muscles spaz-ed and he floored the car in reverse, hitting my house, a tree, and almost my brother, before driving over the wall.
I ran to the car in hysterics, pulled him into an upright position and called 911… When they got there I collapsed into my guy’s arms… who then stood me up and dumped me for the millionth time that day.”
Breaking Up Through A Text Message…
“A little bit of background. We’ve only been dating for about three months and only see each other a couple times a week as she lives an hour away and our schedule’s clash. Anyway, I came down with what I thought was a bad cold, but the other day I found myself unable to breathe and was getting scared when my home breathing treatments weren’t working (I have asthma).
So I went to the ER on Tuesday and I was admitted later that afternoon with a lung infection. She works long hours so I waited til that evening to tell, we talked all of 5 minutes before she went to bed. I then didn’t hear anything from all day yesterday (I was stuck in the hospital on Halloween no less!) so I was getting worried.
Finally, she answered my text this morning and proceeded to tell me this wasn’t going to work out and broke up with me.”
Left Him For The Neighbor Across The Hall
“Roll back the clock about 3 months. My girl and I have been happily dating for nearly four years. Things are going great. I freaking love this girl and have for the past 4 years. We literally have zero fights. We agree on everything, from what games to play, to who pays for what, to what to have for dinner.
At this point, I am seriously considering popping the question. The only thing holding me back is my career or lack thereof. I’m unwilling to ask this girl to marry me if I can’t provide for both of us if need be. So I don’t yet. I wait.
One night, I wake up for work at about 4 am, and she isn’t in bed. Or in the apartment at all. The heck? Call her, no answer. Kinda freaked out, but still, I go to work and hope she calls me back. Finally, does, turns out she went to a friend’s house. We need to talk. We meet at the apartment, and she says she doesn’t love me, we are over. But here is the real kicker:
She is leaving me for my neighbor across the hall. We had all been hanging out a lot recently, but I just hadn’t noticed anything, silly me.
So now I get to see her and my neighbor on their porch when I get home from work, usually wrapped up in a blanket together.
Thankful for whiskey…”
The Worst Birthday Of Her Entire Life In Thailand!
“My ex and I went to Thailand together for a two-week trip around the country (after being together over a year). This was also a sort-of birthday present for me as it was right before my 20th birthday. On the third day, he confessed that he didn’t love me anymore and realized it a month before the trip but couldn’t tell me, and didn’t want to be with me anymore.
The trip was non-refundable. I had to get a new freakin’ passport and take two weeks off work, and it was HIS IDEA! It was miserable and humiliating. I drank a lot. Instead of going home with me at the end of the trip, he stayed and got drunk with some of his friends who conveniently showed up, and slept with random girls.
My birthday was terrible and then I had to explain everything to my friends and parents when I got back. I cried for weeks.”
She Thought She Was Going To Die?
“I met this girl on Valentine’s day. I was single, bored, and wanted to be out of the house but didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. So I go to Starbucks and sit on my laptop working on some code, headphones on. My focus is interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I look up, and there’s this really cute girl. I take off my headphones and she was asking about my tattoos. We talked for a little bit, I showed her some of my ink, she showed me some of hers. Then her friend wanted to leave. Before they left, she gives me her number and asks me to call her.
I call her that night, and it turns out she’s in the hospital. I ask her what happened, and she explains to me she has Cystic Fibrosis, and she normally waits to tell people about it until after she knows them a bit better.
I didn’t know anything about CF, so I got to Googling while talking to her. The next day, I get off work, we’ve been texting all day. And She was complaining about hospital food, which she’s grown accustomed to, due to being in the hospital for many months. I show up with some food, stayed there and we talked for a few hours.
She told me that whenever she starts seeing someone once she ends up in the hospital they realize that she’s there for 2-3 weeks every 4-6 months, and they lose interest. And none of them ever bothered to come see her.
So I came by every day for 3 weeks to spend time with her after I got off work. I met her brother, a couple of her friends… got along with all of them.
We dated for 3 months after that… I learned a lot about CF in that time period. She lived every day like it was the last, because for her… it might be with only 60% lung capacity. That was compounded even more because she was only 4’11” tall, and finding lungs that were both a match for her, and would fit wasn’t easy. I thought a lot about what I was getting into. But I was happy, and I didn’t give a care. I prepared myself for the worst and enjoyed each day.
One night when she’s sleeping over at my place, she wakes up in a fit of coughing. I wake up and pat her back some to try and help her break up some of the stuff in her lungs… Then she tells me, ‘We have to stop this.’ I ask why and she says ‘I don’t know how long I’m going to live, I don’t know if I’ll ever get new lungs.’ I tried to talk her out of this… I told her I understood what I was getting into. She told me ‘I don’t bother getting close to anyone, because I’m going to die and leave them behind and I don’t want anyone to miss me. Normally guys just leave after I’m stuck in the hospital for a bit… But I know you won’t… And it’s not fair to you.’
No matter what I said, I couldn’t convince her. She packed up her stuff and left, and asked me to forget about her. And as quickly as she was there, she was gone. Our relationship was short and intense.
a little over a year passed, and I dated a few more women… The whole time I felt like I should have said something more, I should have tried harder. But that was that. I ended up meeting my current girlfriend, and one day I get a text from my ex. She got new lungs, and she wanted to apologize. She knew I had a new girlfriend, and didn’t want me to bother responding, but she wanted to apologize.
My current girlfriend expected me to go back to my ex. And said she’d understand if I did… I never even considered replying to the text, I’m happy now… And I’ve heard she has met someone, and they’ve been together for almost a year. Hopefully, she’ll stay happy, and live a long life.”
She Ended The Years Of Them Being Together And He Just Felt Numb
“My girlfriend of three years broke up with me last Wednesday. About a week after I planned out our anniversary, and took her out on a fun date with pottery and delicious foods, all nice like. Said I wasn’t focused enough on her life.
The thing that made it so bad wasn’t that she did it in the billiards room of the memorial union, or that her reason was that I hadn’t put her before school and studying, or that it was right after my uncle killed himself.
No. What was so bad about it was that I realized I didn’t even care. Every time I’d done something for her, it was never enough. No matter how hard I tried.
Man… a breakup, after three years, should hurt, but I didn’t feel anything. In fact, I almost laughed. I didn’t even feel like crying, I wasn’t upset. I just didn’t care anymore. She was breaking up with me after everything I’d done.
After leaving school when her best friend died, to stay with her, and just let her vent and cry. After planning every anniversary event. After everything, good and bad… three years of trying to have a good relationship. And I realized I didn’t care anymore. Sad.
So I just left. And went and had Smashburger with the homeless guy from New York who always sleeps at my bus stop. Felt good to have someone appreciate what you do.”
He Called The Police On Her While She Was Cheating?
“I booked a weekend for me and my GF in London in order to go and see a concert. Paid about 250 euros for her since she couldn’t afford it herself. The day before leaving I went down to the bank to withdraw some English pounds and I called her and asked if I should withdraw some for her (and she could give me cash for it later). She replied, ‘Well, yeah…. I don’t have a lot of money right now,’ and I was a bit confused. Anyway, I told her she could borrow money from me and pay med back later. She still sounded hesitant and agreed that I could withdraw 50 pounds for her, way too little to last the entire weekend.
So I went home and started packing. Didn’t hear from her for a couple of hours, and when the clock was 8 PM (we were leaving at 8 AM the day after) and I could not reach her I got a bit scared. She had been acting strange all day, and now she wasn’t answering my calls.
So I tried calling her about 15-20 times, no answer. I called her little brother but he didn’t know where she was. I found out the number to her best friend and called her, and while I was almost crying I asked her where my GF was and explained that I was taking her to London. The friend’s answer (I didn’t talk much to her friends) was, ‘Yeah, I heard something about somebody taking her to London. I don’t know where she is.’ And she sounded just as strange as my GF did earlier.
So I called the police. Nobody knew where my GF was and I was scared that something had happened. They told me that I needed to go and check her apartment, and wait for 24 hours before reporting her as missing. So I took my car and drove to her house all terrified. Ran into her apartment and found her in bed with another dude.
I just turned and walked out. Got into the car and drove home crying. Called her friend again and just asked her what the heck was going on. Apparently, my GF had been cheating on me for 2 of the 5 years we had been together. Talked to her once after that and her explanation was, ‘Well, I loved you both in different ways.’
Have not talked to her since that and I have on top of that moved abroad and traveled the world. She is still, as far as I know, stuck in the same old town as before.”
You Know It’s Bad When She Leaves Him A Note…
“I had been dating a girl for about four years and she seemed perfect. We had been living together for two years and had had no relationship problems that I was really aware of. We both took jobs in a different state (the same state, same company, same town) and were going to move in about 6 months or so. My job required me to go and complete training in a completely different state until then.
So, I say goodbye to my fiance and travel off to this third state where I live on a shoestring in order to finance our almost cross-country move. While I’m away, my fiance starts telling me that she’s been spending a lot of time with this female friend of mine that I introduced her to. My fiance was bisexual, and we had had discussions about certain ‘open-ness’ in our relationship, so I wasn’t worried. In fact, I was happy that she wasn’t as lonely as she kept telling me she was.
After about six months, I travel back home. My fiance doesn’t greet me at the door – in fact, she had my only key and didn’t answer her phone so I had to sit outside of our apartment with my luggage waiting for thirty minutes. Eventually, the aforementioned mutual friend drives up, my fiance gets out, and the friend leaves without a word or a wave. My fiance tells me she had forgotten that I was getting in that day (despite me having texted/emailed her earlier). I shrug it off and we go inside and keep packing.
We packed for about a week and the whole time she refused to sleep at our apartment (claiming that it was too uncomfortable to sleep on a foam mattress on the floor) and stayed at her now-girlfriend’s place. At the end of the week, we loaded up a truck and drove to our new state.
Things seemed fine. She was smiling and happy. We got to the apartment that I had paid for in advance, a 2-story apartment with a fireplace, balcony, the works. It was supposed to be the stepping stone for a new life. She seemed happy, started unpacking her suitcase, set our cats out to explore. I started unloading the truck.
Three days later, I had finally finished unloading the truck. The fridge had food, the couches and bed were set up, the place was looking close to a real home. She was aloof, quiet. I kept asking what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. She refused to talk. I tried to sit next to her and talk but she said she was fine and she just needed to be quiet and alone for a bit. I said sure, if that’s what she wanted then I’d let her have it. I went to bed somewhat early as I had unpacked most of the truck by myself.
I woke up at 5 am to a text message from her saying: ‘I’m safe – I left you a note.’ I immediately start crying because any idiot knows this means bad news.
The note was a 2 page letter that was held to the fridge downstairs by a magnet. It was a long treatise about how she never really loved me and only started dating me as a rebound and then stayed with me when she realized I treated her better than anyone else had and that I was able to give her the best sex she had ever had in her life. She noted that she came to the conclusion (with the help of her new girlfriend) that she didn’t love me ever, and in fact, according to her girlfriend, I was abusive and she needed to leave me for someone else. The gist of the letter was that I should feel bad about how bad of a person I was/am and that I needed to be out of the apartment by the time she got back from her ski vacation (a week’s time) or else she would make me get out.
This is where my life fell apart. I was in a new town that I had only been in for about four days, I had no money because I spent it all on my cross-country move, and now I was homeless. I didn’t want to fight because I was tired and emotionally destroyed (I was supposed to spend my life with this woman) so I started packing up my car (at least I had a car) and went to work as usual and spent most of the next couple of days looking for a new apartment. I eventually just threw in the towel and moved back to where I was living prior. Thankfully, I was able to keep my new job.
However, the emotional scars still run deep (as I’m sure they do for a lot of people posting here) and I still have deep and powerful trust issues and am highly paranoid without a warrant.”
His True Colors Showed He Didn’t Care About Her Daughter…
“Last year a few days before my birthday, my 6-year-old daughter developed scarlet fever. I was pretty freaked out because seriously? Scarlet fever? So anyway, my cousin rushes us to the hospital and I stayed there for a few days with my daughter. Now my bf at the time and I were LDR so I don’t know.
I called him from the doctor’s office in the morning, he didn’t answer which is strange because he’s usually up by that time. But since I had more pressing matters to deal with I didn’t bother calling him again but only sent him a text message to call me asap. Day rolls down for the worse, finding out about my daughter having a rare fever and the doctors were totally stumped to how she got it. And having to stay in the hospital with her for a few days which included my birthday.
Later that night, I tried calling him again once things settled down. He screamed at me for calling him and waking him up. I asked him if he got my text and he said, ‘Yeah but didn’t feel like calling you.’ So at this point, everything just comes to a boil and I start crying. He then says, ‘Whatever I don’t need this right now.’ and hangs up the phone. So I call him back and he gets angry again, so I try telling him what’s going on and he goes, ‘I don’t care. Leave me alone.’ And hangs up on me again…”
The Most Trusting Girlfriend In The World
“I had been going out with my boyfriend for two years, and we were best friends and it was awesome. about two months in, he told me he loved me, and I realized I loved him too. like cheesy romance ensued for the following year and 10 months. Then, for a week and a half, he didn’t speak to me at all. and I mean I’d walk up to him and say hey and he ignored me. I knew I hadn’t done anything at all and everyone who was his friend was giving me sympathetic looks. I assumed something was wrong with his family or something, but never what ensued. He broke the silence by saying he never loved me. and that he was only in it for the sex all along. and that he had met someone else and was dating her already. Didn’t even say sorry. Then he told me that he had cheated on me three times throughout our relationship, once with a girl who became my friend just to get to him.
The sad part is that I never even guessed it. I was the most trusting girlfriend ever. he always had a lot of female friends who he would hang out with even if I wasn’t there but he always told me and I never ever assumed he would do something like that. I thought he was a good person, he proved me wrong. I still struggle trusting people even if I think I know they are honest and good, which sucks because he was a one in a million chance but he broke my heart and that sucked. Then, two months later, he dated a girl who I introduced him to who proceeded to threaten me on basically everything and attempt to turn my friends against me (but that failed, my friends are awesome and she was a known liar) and then asked me if he had trouble getting hard with me (which I never did, I guess she just wasn’t alluring to him at all) and then started threatening him too. He broke up with her, in the end, and then he begged for me back. I denied, and to this day I’m proud of myself for having the courage to do it.”
Shouldn’t Have Gone Camping With That Guy
“My first real relationship was with the guy I lost my virginity to and all that jazz…
We had lived together for about 4-5 months when he decided he wanted to break it off. I had just lost my job, so I couldn’t pay rent on the apartment, so I had to move back in with my parents, him telling me we ‘needed to take a break.’ I was 18-19 at the time, this is my first real relationship, I haven’t a clue what that actually means. He dragged just flat out saying it for SIX MONTHS.
Finally, he wants to talk. He takes me- no, I drive us out to a lake we camped at one weekend 45mins away from home. We have no food, he forgot the tent poles, and it got below freezing that night. We have sex, he wanders off for awhile and says he wrote me a note in our letter book in my car. I go read it, it’s his breakup to me. I had to spend the night cuddled up with him so I didn’t freeze after having read about how he found and started seeing someone else.
Yeah. What a winner he was…”
Why Do People Choose To Break Up On Holidays?
“I got dumped on Christmas Eve. The terrible human told me she had been cheating on me since that Thanksgiving with a mutual coworker.
The icing on the cake was that near the end of January she called to tell me she was preggers. Not mine of course. That made kid #2 for her to two different dudes.
The story doesn’t end there boys and girls. A few months later baby-daddy #2 (the one she cheated on me with) gets busted on a drug dealing charge. A week or so after that baby daddy #1 gets busted on a parole violation. A few months later she hooks up with another dude a gets preggers AGAIN.
So yeah, while getting dumped on Christmas Eve was a cruel way to get dumped, it was the biggest bullet I ever dodged. That chick was a train-wreck.
The other bad breakup happened when my girlfriend at the time gave me a ‘promise ring’ on our anniversary. We had been talking about getting married and I was ring shopping and was going to propose once I settled into my new job. A month later she tells me, ‘I’m jealous of our friends starting new relationships.’ By the end of the week, she had her ring back, I was single, and I drank a half karat’s worth of whiskey…
Been single ever since…
That was almost nine years ago!”