Once upon a time I was dating a normal lady, but when she decided to break up with me, I kept finding out wacky information.
-Wacky part 1: Okay, so she decides to break up with me via a friend…’s text. Now we were dating for over a year and we’re not 13, so this was unexpected. Also I had just bought her a plane ticket to meet my parents with me. We would be on separate planes but I was excited. She was indeed serious about breaking up via her friend…’s text. (Sad music here, or polka! I don’t care.)
-Wacky part 2: It had been months but I was getting over her. Through a post I see that not only had she been cheating with me, it had been going on for months while we dated. (Sad trombone music here, this is actually required by audit.)
-Wacky part 3 (The fuckining): So remember the plane ticket? She actually used it to see the guy she was cheating on me with, who turns out, lives quite close to the airport near my parents. I get this little tidbit a few months later. (Sensible techno music)

Soda. It took me quite a while to drop cola. Looking back, it’s way too sweet.

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I’m in my late 30s, and I’ve been around the block so I’ll share mine. In terms of worst time being broken up with, that was my last ex prior to my wife, and she did a number on me. It was entirely my fault and all of the red flags were there and I ignored them and she’s a huge cautionary tale that I won’t go into because honestly I don’t like thinking about her. I didn’t really get a say in the breaking up, and looking back I’m so very glad it happened but it still crushed me emotionally for a long time.

The second, and really the harder of the two, was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was my longest relationship (4 years) up until my now wife (married 3 years, together 7). I met her in my early twenties. When we both graduated our programs, we’d only been together a little over a year and didn’t plan on staying together. She wasnt sure where she’d do her master’s, I wasn’t sure where I’d be working. As luck would have it though, we both ended up in the same place, and stayed together another three years. The last six months or so of that relationship I realized how completely miserable I was with everything but her. I loved her, I still do to this day and always will, but I hated my job. I hated where I lived. I hated being so far from my family and friends. And it got to a point where I needed to tell her and figure out how to move forward. So after a long work trip I spent 5 days with her and told her how I felt and she understood but she loved it where we were and wanted to stay for her PhD, which would be after another year of her current program…six more years. She was happy where she was and she could see I wasn’t happy and we talked and thought up scenario after scenario before we came to accept that we needed different things…it fuckin hurt man. We knew it couldn’t keep working without someone resenting the other and we realized life was taking us different places. We broke up 2 days in, I spent the rest of the time with her and there were many tears and lots of pain and lots of last moments together that we savored.

It hurt so badly because nobody did anything wrong. We didn’t stop loving each other, we didn’t stop caring, nobody cheated, we didn’t grow apart so much as life pulled us in different directions. That’s probably what hurt the most, is how much I/we didn’t want to end it, but how we both realized we had to. Life happens and that’s okay, but it hurts sometimes. I am happily married now, and she is too and we’re good friends now. My wife is my best friend and I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I am happy for her and her husband is great and I can see how happy she is. I am not upset with how either of our lives turned out, but I also know there will always be some regret there.

Oh boy do I have a story for you guys.

When I was 20, I had been dating this girl for nearly a year.

She would freak out over something and break up with me and then come crawling back three or four days later all sad and mopey, and because this was my first like long-term very serious relationship I let her do it.

Finally, we are getting close to our 1 year anniversary and I’ve been saving up to go all out.

We were going to rent an RV, go to a pow wow, camp out, make a big hullabaloo about it.

And all of a sudden, my cousin, who I had been living with for a while, randomly comes up to me and says I have to move out because I haven’t been paying rent.

But I had.

And it turns into this whole ordeal where his girlfriend at the time had been lying to him about whether or not I was paying rent because I had been giving the money to her directly, so long story short I get my own place.

And it’s pretty shitty, but it’s my own place.

It was 2010, and after dating a guy briefly for 3 weeks and noticing some red flags I made the mistake of breaking up with him while giving him a ride home. I wasn’t expecting what came next. He started yelling at me to pull over so I did. He yanks the keys out of the ignition and I try to grab them and he pulls me out over the center console through the passenger side and I land on the gravel road in a skirt. I get up and he grabs me by the shoulders and starts yelling at me (I don’t even remember what because I was crying so hard in fear). Then his demeanour changes for a split second and he’s like “why are you afraid of me, I’d never hurt you.” I had bruises on my legs for weeks after landing on the ground. His whole thing was jealousy and that’s part of why I was breaking up with him. He thought it wasn’t possible id wanna break up with him so I must be cheating and just randomly started naming names of guys he knew I was friends with.

He tells me to get in the car, and I have no choice because I’m terrified of him and we are in the middle of a country road. He starts driving us back to the city and that’s when I realized where he was going. He picked one of my guy friends that he knows where he lives and is going to confront him over cheating that never happened. He knew the general area where this friend lived but not the house. When we got close and had to stop at an intersection, I took off my seatbelt, opened the door, and started running. I hear the sound of my own cars tires screech as he chases me. I saw a house with a door open and ran inside, there was an older couple there unloading groceries. I locked myself in their bathroom and they called the cops. He left my car and the keys with the couple and walked away before the cops arrived.

I never talked to him again and got a cryptic message on Facebook from him a few months later apologizing. Then a few more months later a friend called me to tell me he had killed himself. It still haunts me thinking about the entire experience.

I once had a female “lesbian” friend who was in a lesbian relationship, and I was in a gay relationship.

I low-key fell in love with her and confessed that and she reciprocated, but breaking up with my boyfriend for my best friend I had seen throughout our relationship was incredibly awkward and uncomfortable

I had a rather difficult breakup with my 4-year ex GF. We should have split after the first year, but I kept on trying to fix the relationship.

After a bit of a meltdown, I decided to break up with her, but she didn’t take it well; she said that she did not acknowledge us breaking up. It was a sad and long breakup that day and, honestly, I was not helping her go through it.

After a few days, I woke up at night after feeling something smashing my head. I rushed to turn the lights on and noticed they were already on. She did go to my apartment at 3 am (the door was never locked) and went to my room to throw a shoe at my head and then gave a 2-hour monologue of why we shouldn’t break up, while drunk.

I was shocked and couldn’t say a word during the whole monologue, and she was frustrated about that, but I just couldn’t say anything. She left at 5 am, and I then cried until I fell asleep.

The next day she called to apologise, all I could say was that it was ok. She did try to text for a few months, but I never replied.

My second and most recent one was tough. She was a good girl and incredibly mature for her age (we were 22 when we broke up), and truthfully I wasn’t ready for that kind of a relationship and still had some exploring to do.

We used to catch up once a year or so, but she has a partner now who doesn’t like me seeing her and while I’m sad about it, I respect it and promised not to reach out until she does. I’m over her and not holding my breath, but if she ever does I’d definitely consider giving it another shot. Turns out that girls like that are few and far between.

Always the first one

Long time GF having real (not hyperbolic/breakup rhetoric) mental health issues, feeling helpless to remedy, and going through too many issues that were out of my control at once with a failing business, '08 eco downturn, etc.

Looking back, I understand it. At the time, it was devastating. I was depressed, had lost my job, and hadn’t learned to enjoy my own company yet, so I hung around constantly needing his attention. He didn’t sign up to be a therapist. He was as gentle as he could be about it, but it still hurt to be abandoned at my lowest point. I needed the wake up call though. I’m doing much better now.

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chicago.

i still miss that town.