We've all had those dates and relationships where things can be awesome except for one little thing. But if that one little thing is annoying enough, it can tear down everything.
Below, people share the pettiest reasons they've broken up with somebody. Check them out!
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Forego The Gift
“I was four days before my birthday and she said she was going to get me a gift.
I knew I couldn’t break up with her for at least 30 days after accepting her gift and I wasn’t willing to make a 34-day commitment to the relationship.”
Then The SOCKS?!
“This was many, many years ago. I was out shopping with a girl, and we stopped in at the Gap. She picked out a skirt or some pants or whatever, and when she went up to pay for them, the woman at the register asked her if she needed a pair of matching socks.
My girlfriend happily said ‘Yes,’ and I thought that unacceptable, that she could be so quickly and easily swayed to make yet another purchase. It was SHOCKING to me.
We broke up two days later.
I was 20.”
The Haunting Of The Red Sox
“I lived with my parents when I was in school, so I didn’t have my own place for us to hook up.
I’m a big Yankees fan and a Muslim. She was a Red Sox fan and Jewish.
I thought we’d have an amazing time, but the Johnny Damon (Red Sox) poster on the wall kept staring at me. I’d turn around, and there was the whole Red Sox team poster.
I couldn’t take it. This was in 2005, and 2004 was still fresh in my head.”
Lip Smackin’ Mayo
“I met this girl at an apartment complex I used to live in about nine or ten years ago.
She was cute, pretty small, not the skinniest girl I’ve ever been with, but not the biggest either; she was about the average weight I’d imagine. I was like ‘Cool, I wanna try to get at that’ because, you know. I was like 18. We went on a few dates, and we started going out. Every time we went out to eat, she’d always get extra mayo, whatever. I hate the stuff, but it’s not exactly suspicious. People get that stuff all the time, I know because I worked in several fast food places. I go to her house occasionally; we’d make food, nothing suspicious.
This goes on for a little bit, and I decide to make hamburgers. The deed was done. Hamburgers were made, she’s putting an unusual amount of mayo on her burger. And was using a spoon to do it not a butter knife, or something prepared for it. A spoon. She puts her spoon back into the jar, takes it out, with a spoonful of mayo, shoves that stuff in her mouth, and I can hear it. I can hear the slurp, the lips smacking, every bit of it. 10/10, right then and there I was done with her. I wasn’t gonna be able to come back. Even if it wasn’t an immediate departure, I would never forget this moment, and it would bother me for the rest of my days with her, but it doesn’t stop there. She does it again. Twice. Again, I hear it. Every bit, I go to the bathroom, text my friend to call me in five, head back out, she’s sitting at the table, and eating her burger.
I get mine from the kitchen and notice in the trashcan the jar of mayo. She had finished it. What. The. Heck. How many spoonfuls did she have? It doesn’t matter. 1 was enough, two too much. I’m not thinking about anymore. My friend calls, I leave cause a family emergency. Try to forget; I can’t. Couple days later end it. She was a nice girl, but that was gross.”
Not Dealing With This Crap
“The moment was when I saw her crap. Not the verb, the noun. She had to use the bathroom at my place before we hopped in the shower together, and as I’m undressing and ready to hop in, I see this giant floater. I avert my eyes, hoping she’ll notice and do something about it. She doesn’t even seem to care! So I put the lid down at least, and she says, ‘I think there’s something wrong with your toilet.’
Okay, so not only is there a gross crap in my toilet that broke the spell of this image of a beautiful woman but now she’s blaming me for it! That stuff makes me angry. After a few weeks, we break up.
A couple of months later I go to use my toilet and notice a floater. I knew I had flushed last time I used it, and I watched the crap get sucked away, but it had resurfaced. Apparently, the pressure is just low enough in my toilet that sometimes the crap gets sucked away, but not out of the bend in the toilet, and can inch its way back and surprise you the next time you go to use it.
So wait, maybe she was right, I thought, maybe there is something wrong with my toilet. And I thought back to that night and realized I had taken a dump right before she came over. So not only was my toilet broken, but it had been MY crap in the toilet all along that had turned me off from her.”
Let ‘Er Rip
“I was dating this girl who had a lot of odd ‘dealbreakers.’ Things like wearing white shoes, or getting to-go boxes after a meal. But her biggest one was absolute: 100% no farting in her presence.
I immediately knew this was a huge red flag, but I also recognized the trade-off wasn’t so bad once I started thinking about it. Dating life wasn’t setting the world on fire at the time, so I figured why not? I’ll hit this for awhile, and when I’m done, I don’t even need to come up with a break-up angle. I could just float out an air biscuit and be done with it.
Three months later and we’re arguing about me having to do something for work (she was in HR), and I didn’t see the point of it. Or anything else keeping the relationship afloat for that matter. So mid-conversation I break the sound barrier with some butt acoustics.
I never saw a more horrified look on her face. She covered her mouth, pointed to the door and said, ‘OUT.’ And that was the end of that. And before you ask, ‘Didn’t that make work awkward?’ Absolutely not. I owned that moment.”
Travel Out Of My Life
“She would always say how much she loved to travel but has never been outside of California. Retweeting, reblogging, Instagram, everything about her ‘my travels to the grocery store’ or ‘my travels to Yosemite.’
I ended it cause I said I needed space, the last thing she said to me was ‘good luck on your travels.'”
A Nightmare Amongst Nightmares
“I know someone who broke up with their significant other because whenever they took a bite from a fork they would bite down on it while they slid it out of their front teeth.
It makes me cringe thinking about it.”
The Lag On This Girlfriend
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“She would sing along with songs that were playing on the radio, but with a delay of half a second, like she knew the tune, but didn’t know the words until she HEARD them.
It got annoying, quickly. Nope.”
I Just Don’t Know
“I once broke up with a girl because she couldn’t ever decide on something. I would say, ‘Let’s go to the movies’ and I’d even ask what movie she wanted to see, and she would NEVER make up her mind. It drove me nuts.
As it turns out, she had another boyfriend, and when I confronted her about it, she told me ‘She couldn’t decide between the two of us.'”
Gotta Keep Up With The Herd
“She walked too slow. We’d go out somewhere and walk down the street, and I’d turn around, and she would be at least 20 feet behind me.”
The Nuggets-Only Diet
“She refused to eat anything besides chicken nuggets and french fries. No substitutions. Not chicken tenders. Not chicken strips. If we went somewhere without nuggets and fries, she would just order a Coke and watch me eat.
I once made the mistake of cooking dinner for her. She took one bite and asked if I would be offended if she ran to McDonald’s to get nugs/fries.
There were a host of other reasons, but that was a major factor.”
Kitty!
“Anytime a cat walked into her line of sight, she would go ‘Kitty!’
I didn’t matter if she was in the middle of saying something or if I was talking about something. It just popped out of her mouth. I couldn’t handle it.
Noms And Nopes
“I dated this girl who was the loudest eater I ever met. She constantly chewed with her mouth open and smacked her lips.
God forbid if she liked it, then there came a litany of ‘mmms’ and ‘noms’ as well. It was like dating the Cookie Monster.”
One At A Time
“I dated this one girl who would gulp super loudly every time she drank anything. I mean, I could hear her drinking from the other room, it almost sounded comical.
Also, she eats her food one thing at a time. Like, she has steak, mashed potatoes, veggies on her plate right? She eats all of her mashed potatoes, then she eats all of her steak, THEN she eats all of her veggies. Leaving each piece of food untouched until she’s finished another. So after making steaks for us, after five minutes, I would ask her ‘so how is the steak?’ And she’d be like ‘Oh… I haven’t had any yet.’
EAT. YOUR. STEAK!
Curb Your Dinner Date
“I dated a girl for a short time, based on a blind date. One night, we were driving to dinner and I was telling a story. I ended by saying ‘It was funny as Hades.’
She looked at me and asked, ‘Do you really think Hades is funny?’
Awkward dinner was the last dinner.”
The Ultimate Plot Twist
“We are at a local brewery and she looks as though she is about to cry. I ask her what the problem is and she mentions that they don’t have any vegan options. They have plenty of vegetarian options that allow for you to substitute for vegan cheese, so I suggest that. At this point, tears are rolling down her cheek. I ask if she has another place in mind and she immediately perks up.
We head over to that restaurant, and she orders fish tacos.”
That’s As Good A Reason As Any
“He littered. Constantly. I was 15 and thought he was adorable. But he littered like he was trying to destroy the environment single-handedly. Get out a stick of gum? Wrapper on the ground. Done with a soda? Can be thrown into the grass. Finished reading a flyer? Crumble and throw onto the ground. It lasted one week between us. The final straw was him finishing a bottle of Coke and dumping it into a pond. I looked at him and said: ‘Get that and dump it in the trash! It’s disgusting!’
He laughed and told me to ‘stop being a tree hugger.’ And then added: ‘It’s not like it can’t handle a bit of trash being in the water.’ I glared at him and shoved him with all my strength right into the duck poop filled pond. I waited until he was done calling me names before I said: ‘You’re right. The pond can take a bit more trash. You’re in it after all.’ He was angry beyond all reason, and I just walked away. I told the park ranger if he saw a pond muck covered jerk walking around it was because he been dumping stuff in the pond. Poor Erik avoided me for the remainder of high school. Ironically he was president of the ‘Keep our beaches clean’ group during our senior year. He never mentioned the incident after it happened, but he seemed to have changed.”
It’s The Little Things
“There was a girl that I dated in college that I thought that I liked a lot, but I kept finding ridiculous, immaterial faults in her. For instance, her left toe pointed slightly inward when she walked, or her chest was a bit asymmetric. She came from the south, and although her accent was mostly gone, the way she said certain words would start to grate on my nerves.
I became obsessed with these things until I just had to break up with her, even though I liked her. In retrospect, she was my first serious post-high school girlfriend, and I think I was just freaking out about how fast things were going.”
All Over The Hot Cheetos
“I had just started dating this guy. We were hanging out for the second or third time. We were driving around and stopped to get a drink from the gas station, and I also bought a bag of Hot Cheetos.
Back in the car, I started munching on my Cheetos, and after my first Cheeto the guy reached over without asking and grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth. And he kept doing it, like as if I wanted to share the bag with him. I was annoyed every time he reached for more.
I don’t think that was the entire reason I stopped seeing him…but I was just so bothered by it that I lost interest.”