These people have been through extreme heartbreak with their past partners. But the cruel ways that their former flame ended things, shows just what their true character is like.
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She Wanted Him To Move To Los Angeles For A Reason!
“She encouraged me to follow my dreams and move to Los Angeles, saying we would still be together.
I was there for three weeks and couldn’t take the distance.
I drove all the way back to Chicago in two days, talking to her the whole way. She kept saying she was excited to see me and that she loved me. We were together for two years at this point. I get back and she won’t pick up the phone. I had gotten there the day before Halloween, as that was our favorite holiday. The day after Halloween, she invites me over. Tells me she’s been sleeping with her ex and its over. She had a whiteboard above her bed, and over the years I had written her personal messages that were on there so long they were burned in essentially.
Well, she let her ex (who’s mentally disturbed, an addict, and lives in his parents’ attic in the suburbs) cross them off and just write inappropriate things. I noticed them as she told me, ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ She also told me she had started using illegal substances with him, and she smiled when she told me.
She then told me a year later she went to a Prince concert with him a week after I left, so they had been planning all this since before I left. Our song was a Prince song. She shattered me.”
He’s Still Confused As To Why She Acted So Cold To Him
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“A couple of years back, I had a girlfriend who simply started dating someone else. It took me off guard. To this day, I have no idea what happened. We were both at university and spoke every day and the last time we spoke it was the usual, jovial, banter. The next morning, I texted her and she didn’t reply, so I figured she was just still asleep or busy with stuff. When she wouldn’t return my calls I got a little worried. I thought she might have been in an accident or something, so I text around some of the friends I’d made through her and the first reply I’ll never forget.
‘She’s hanging out with her boyfriend.’
When she finally responded to me (only through texting) it was, at first, with ignorance of my existence (we’d been dating for four months). Soon this ‘memory blank’ gave way to some of the most vitriolic, bile-spewing hatred I’ve ever had the discomfort of reading a cell screen. It wasn’t directed at anything I’d done, it was solely directed at me, my person; basically my being alive.
Her one-woman character assassination was so bad, even friends that I had met through her would text me to ask if I was ‘doing ok.’ Normally, with breakups I’ve had in being both the dumper and the dumpee, can be traced back to a point where the eventual fallout can be understood, even rationalized as being inevitable. It helps you grieve and move on, but this is the only relationship I’ve ever had where I still have no idea what happened.
I got a letter from her, about eight months down the track, ‘explaining’ what happened, and she said, ‘I have no idea why I did it.'”
She Did Not Care About Him At All
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“Finish my last radiation treatment for cancer (I’m ok now no worries) and was told to wait two weeks before any close physical intimacy with anyone including kissing because of the dangers of the radiation. I wait it out with my girlfriend I’d been seeing for over a year, and we see each other here and there over these two weeks. I followed doctor’s instruction and didn’t risk anything. I decide to make a nice dinner for Valentine’s Day after the two weeks for the both of us. Perfect opportunity to reintroduce intimacy after the most challenging period of my life, or so I thought.
We had a nice dinner, but something seemed off. She said she was tired and wanted to go home. I take her home, walk her to her door, lean in to kiss her goodnight, and she turns her head and says that she is sorry but doesn’t want to see me anymore because she can’t give me what I deserve. Shuts door.”
He Took Back The Engagement Ring?
“I’m living with my fiancée in a different state for school, she is getting ready to go out after I come home from my part-time job. Generally, this would be a thing we would do together or at least have a brief, ‘Oh. Hey, I’m going out with my girlfriends tonight.’ I naively believe I should get ready but as I do, I get, ‘Oh. How about I get a rain check,’ on me joining her.
An hour passes at home, and I decide to go get a six-pack at the gas station and some Arby’s (comfort food) to settle my nervous stomach. As it gets later, I drop by an acquaintance’s place to try and sort this out. I say ‘acquaintance’ because, after a year of living in a different state and not being socially forward, the only friend I had was my fiancée.
I leave slightly buzzed, more confused and headed for the unfamiliar night scene to satisfy my curiosity. Twenty miles later, the first random place I arrive at is a busy nightclub on the beach. I order a drink and immediately spot my fiancée across the way. She’s with a guy she works with; I only recognize him from the night she oddly made me go out and have dinner with him and his best friend three weeks earlier.
They are clearly on a date. I can’t believe it and I’m in such shock. But at the same time, I’m trying to remain unrecognized as I work angles, hiding to look through shaking tears at their intimate moment, perversely interested in seeing where this goes to try to make sense of this blind side.
Gut-wrenching moments pass, one after another, kissing, hugging, laughing, looks that had only been reserved for me. I gathered the nerve. I decided if I could walk over, pull her hand and see the ring I gave her, it would tell me all I wanted to know. That she either lied about being engaged and was not wearing it. Or the guy knew and was a piece of crap for scheming on an otherwise to-be-married woman.
I walked straight up to her. She was not startled or concerned at all by my intrusion to their date. I grabbed her hand to look close. She was still wearing the ring. I told her calmly, ‘It is over.’ She mouthed: ‘What?’ I realized I could barely squeak into her ear a second time over the loudness of the busy club: ‘It’s over.’ No response.
Somehow I made it back to my car shaking and sick to my stomach. It was a 45-minute drive back to the apartment. I called her mom because I was close to her and I let her know it didn’t work out and that we wouldn’t depend on each other anymore.
She didn’t come home that night, and I didn’t sleep. I packed my car to head home, four states away. She arrived mid-morning with just enough time to muddle through a circular argument about my inadequacy.
Numb and lost, our puppy and I took an unplanned 10-hour drive to my parents’ house that summer afternoon.”
Breaking The Only Solid Rule They Had!
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“Oh man, I got the friends with benefits thing.
I had dated a girl for seven years. She was getting bored or curious, and we were in our early 20s. We had decided that we could be in an open relationship so she could date other guys to ‘get it out of her system’ before committing to me. I was her only serious boyfriend at the time. I said ok because I was in love and stupid. It was a terrible, jealousy-filled, anxiety-ridden six months. Our only rule was to not sleep with anyone. Making out and fooling around, whatever. We could both do that, but just don’t sleep with the other person.
Well, she ended up breaking up with me, which I had seen coming. I suffered through four days of newly single life for the first time in seven years. I missed her and could barely breathe or eat or function. Just a ghost. After four days, she called me asking if I could come over to talk, that she had something she wanted to tell me. I said ok.
She said she missed me and wanted to get back together, but I knew there was something more. Of course, I wanted to get back together, this was great news, but something was off. So I asked her if she and this other guy she had been seeing had slept with the dude. She said yes. I asked her if it was just in those four days we had been broken up. She said yes. I called her on the lie (had a feeling, looking back it’s obvious). She said yes, they had been sleeping together for months, while she and I had been together.
I was instantly out of love with her. It was like a light switch, and it was awesome. I told her we weren’t getting back together. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t upset, I was just over her immediately. She asked if we could still be friends and I said sure (again, wasn’t angry at the time; that came later). Then she asked if we could be friends with benefits. I laughed. It was sort of an accident, but it slipped out. I said nope. She asked why and I answered honestly; that I was no longer attracted to her and just didn’t see her like that anymore. Felt so awesome to say, to take control of my life. I stuck around for 10 minutes or so just to kind of say goodbye then left and that was that. Of course, it was still difficult, especially as time went on, but man, those first few days were glorious. No more stress, no more nonsense, no more sleepless nights. Fantastic.”
All Because He Was A ‘Nice Guy’
“I took a girl to see a movie for her birthday and paid for everything. We had a good time, which was good because her mom wasn’t exactly on board with the idea of her dating me (due to me being friends with her knucklehead of an ex, I later found out).
When she got home, she texted me saying that her mom had changed her mind about me and thought I was a nice guy. That was good, I didn’t want her mom to dislike me.
Four days later, she’s giving me the cold shoulder. None of her friends will tell me what I did to upset her. I start walking home in confusion as to why she’s suddenly upset with me when she just texts me, ‘You’re too nice to me. I can’t see you as a boyfriend because of it.’
I still have no clue almost five years later. High school was weird.”
She Waited Until After He Booked His Flight To See Her!
“I met a decent girl a few years back when I lived in London, and we spent a few months together before I returned to Australia.
The following year, she came over and spent three months with me before she returned to the UK. We never actually broke up, we just left it as a ‘see you again soon’ kind of thing.
The year after that, I booked a flight to London to spend a few weeks with her. The day after I booked my flight, she told me she was seeing another guy. It was going well with him so she decided the thing we had was officially over.
I understand the difficulties in staying with someone who lived on the other side of the world, but come on, could have broken up with me before I booked the bloody flight!”
He Told Her The Truth On Facebook?
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“After six months of going out, he messaged me on Facebook and said this:
‘I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while but I never wanted this to be a serious relationship, I just wanted someone to spoon and kiss and mess around with, ya know? Can we just do that stuff ya know like friends with benefits without actually being boyfriend and girlfriend?’
I told him to bug off, and I never spoke to him again.”
He Decided The ‘Pretty Bartender’ Was A Better Choice
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“I was with a guy for four years.
Well, when you’re in a relationship, sometimes people gain weight. We both gained weight, me more than him.
One night, after having a few drinks at the bar, I had to head home because I had to work the next day. He said he was going to stay a little longer. (This was about 11:30 p.m.). I got home went to bed. I woke up at 6 a.m., and he wasn’t home. After a few texts and some phone calls, I finally get a hold of him.
Apparently, he stayed to help the bartender (who was a pretty girl) close the bar down. She said she didn’t want to go home yet, so they drove around and just ‘talked.’
A few months go by, and we are broken up, and I’m talking to his family. They loved me and were mad at him, and I told them about that night. He told them that he took her out and ‘slow danced under the stars’ and that we weren’t together at that time. I basically treated him like a king and he pushes me down and rubs my face in the dirt.”
She Had Another Guy Over At The Same Time?
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“Worst break-up for me was with my first girlfriend.
We were together for about five years at the time, and I just moved away for college. At some point, it became so difficult that we broke up. We still talked every day and visited each other when I would come home. This went on for about two months until I suggested that we could try again. She then suggested that I come home the weekend after to talk about everything in person. After a five-hour bus ride home, I get a text from her that she´s going out, so she can meet up in the evening, but maybe I would like to ‘stay over’ and we could talk about everything the next day. I was upset but still agreed, went out with my buddies and went to her place at about 3 a.m.
When I arrived, she didn´t open the door at first but I kept on ringing her doorbell. She then opened the door, was wasted and invited me in. She seemed mad at me. In the hallway, she handed me an air-mattress and said I could sleep in the kitchen. I was like,’Why wouldn´t I sleep in your room? I mean I won´t be sleeping in your bed if you don´t want me to but isn´t this a bit ridiculous? We’ve known each other for years!’ She then replied that she had to take home a wasted guy-friend so her bed is already occupied and she thinks it would be weird if her ex-boyfriend would sleep in the same room. She then turned around, went to her bedroom and closed the door.
I was lying on this air mattress for about 10 minutes until I started to hear moaning that sounded familiar. So I dropped the mixtape I had made for her, went outside (December in northern Germany) waited for the next bus for about four hours and went home. I wrote her an angry text asking her why she would make me come over just to witness her sleeping with some other dude to which she replied, ‘Just so you know, [dude’s name] is gay and he is just a friend of mine. Why do you always have to be so jealous?!’
I didn’t believe her and we had a huge fight afterward about trust with me being the bad guy ruining everything all the time.
Two weeks later, I could see on Facebook that they were in a relationship with all their friends commenting: ‘Finally, it was about time you go official!’
I never felt as worthless in my whole life.”
He Had A Gut-Feeling That Something Wasn’t Right
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“This was Christmas 2014. It was a long-distance relationship. She drove out to see me on December 23rd and I was flying back to Virginia to visit family. She was with me for the week and took me to the airport before she drove me home. When we got out of the car, I told her I loved her and she said it back, we kissed, hugged, and then I left. I land in Virginia, and I get a text from her saying it’s over because my dad makes a lot of money and we just grew up in two different worlds.
Fast forward to Christmas 2015, I’m with a girl who lives five miles away from me. I had a gut feeling things were going to end while I was in VA for the holidays. The day after Christmas, she breaks up with me.
I’ve learned one lesson from this, don’t go to Virginia for Christmas.”
She Made Him Move In With Her And Then Changed Her Mind?
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“After dating a girl for about half a year, she moves out of town. She keeps asking me to come live with her because I’m not in a good situation where I currently live. After one bad weekend of depression fueled painkiller use, she drives down and, along with some friends, and convinces me to move in with her. I pack all my stuff that day and go to her place for a week to find a job, on the condition that I go back for two weeks to finish up my job and get paperwork and stuff in order. My roommate is angry and makes me leave my dog to him.
I get there, and the whole week, she’s a completely different person; Unaffectionate, rude, meaner than I ever have seen her. I remember quietly crying the last night I was there, not knowing what I was going to do. She then tells me that I can’t leave any of my belongings with her because her family will be visiting and her dad still pays for her apartment, so I have to take it all back to my hometown with me for the two weeks until she breaks it to her family. So I drag all my stuff back to my hometown and crash with my coworker for what’s supposed to be two weeks.
At the end of the first week, she calls and says I can’t move in with her anymore because her dad will stop funding the apartment. Fine, whatever, I’m mad but it’s not her fault, so I decided I’ll look for a place near her that’s affordable. I end up stuck in my hometown for over a month, trying to find a place and a job near her, all the while she’s blowing off all communication with me.
One night, I end up getting wasted and she calls me and dumps me two minutes into the conversation. So now I’m homeless (the coworker I’m staying with is moving at the end of the month), broke, and alone.
Eight months later, I’m living with my aunt four hours from my hometown, and I just managed to get a job. I’ve never felt more lost or been more hurt by anyone.”
At Least Karma Got Her In The End!
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“It was our one year anniversary. We’d made big dinner plans at a fancy Italian place, and had been talking about it all week.
I get home from work the evening of, she’s not there. Okay, so she’s running a little late. A few hours later, still no show. Not answering her phone at all. I’m panicking, thinking something has happened.
Finally, 11 p.m. rolls around, and she comes home. She’d cut off most of her hair and dyed it deep red, gotten 10 sub-dermal piercings along her collar and hip bones, and bought god knows how much in random clothes.
Then she tells me she’s leaving me. For her ‘gay’ guy friend. The word ‘devastated’ doesn’t begin to describe what I felt right then.
A few weeks later, she just walks into my house with her new guy and tries to steal my cat. It was a day I always worked; I just happened to be taking my first sick day in years. Her excuse was that my roommate said she could have my cat.
Karma’s real, though. All 10 piercings got infected. She married the guy, who apparently turned out to be abusive, so she ran off to another guy who knocked her up. That’s the last I know of her. No loss there. Hindsight, I dodged a lot of crazy.”
Regret Of Dating The Tattoo Artist?
“She was a tattoo artist. She had just added but didn’t finish a new part of my sleeve.
Then she broke up with me two days later, by changing her Facebook relationship status. I don’t want any other artist to have to finish her piece. She messed up a lot of lines, which is weird because she had a solid portfolio.
So now, I’m currently having it lasered down to get a cover-up. It sucks seeing the tattoo every day, but I’m stoked to get the cover up done.”