The Biggest Mistake of My Life

Have you ever had a gut feeling that you chose to ignore but later really regretted? That’s the situation with me and my ex Janine. Now this might not be the most interesting story you’ve ever read here, but it is the most f*cked up situation ever in my life. Here goes nothin…..

I met Janine during a bar crawl with some of my friends. A friend of mine got hooked up with a friend of hers, so we ended up hanging out the whole night. Janine was cool, but I wasn’t really into her like that. After we talked for a long time, I found that she was a really cool girl and into a lot of the same interests as me. She invited me on a hike the next day and I accepted. We had a great time on the hike and went for dinner and drinks the following night. Before long, we were in a committed relationship and it was great.

When we first started dating Janine told me that she was still good friends with her ex. She said that the reason they broke up was because he was questioning his sexuality and had since come out as gay. I felt like I had no right or reason to question their relationship, so I didn’t.

I’m going to skip over the details of the next year and get to the god part. one night, Janine and I were at my place watching a movie. We usually went out, but she had said that she felt like a night in, so I went along with it. Janine went out to her car to grab her overnight bag. She came back in and went straight to the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room. Out of nowhere, my door busts open and the big burly guy charges in and grabs me by my shirt. He starts yelling and trying to swing on me. I fought him back thinking that he was an intruder, and I yelled for Janine to get out and call 9-1-1. But she just stood there and watched. This guy kept yelling that if i wanted to hit someone, I could hit him, he told me to fight like a man instead of hitting a women like a b!tch. I was so confused that I actually paused trying to figure out what he meant, and that’s when he hit me square in my face. There was blood everywhere and I knew I was injured bad. The guy took off and Janine went with him, arm in arm. I called the police and they went over to Janine’s. According to her story, I had been abusing her and forcing her to stay in a relationship with me. She had been beat, sexually assaulted, and mentally and verbally abused by a psycho and her ex whom she had recently rekindled a romance with decided to take matters into his own hands and get her out. So, as it turns out, the ex wasn’t gay but had just dumped her but kept her around as a f*@k buddy. She concocted the story about me abusing her as a way to get him to feel sorry for her and to win him back. Her story quickly fell apart and it all came out the next day that she had been lying to everyone. The psycho ex wasn’t so crazy after-all and he called with the deepest of apologies and offered to cover the costs of any medical or repair bills and then some. Plus, he invited me out for a beer. We ended up comparing stories and found out just how crazy and desperate this girl was. I dropped the charges against him and was just glad that Janine was out of my life for good. I heard from here two weeks ago in a text message that read, “do you think we could get together and talk things out. I’m sure we can work past this mess. I love you forever!” I just deleted the message and called the phone company and had her blocked.

She Said She Didn’t Like Dark Meat

I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this on here. Maybe I consider myself trying to give a heads up, in case anyone runs into this b!tch. I have no qualms whatsoever about posting her real name because it would behoove every guy out there who has the misfortune to encounter her to remember these words.

I met Bethany P***** on Facebook while serving my country in Iraq. And while I’m significantly older than she is, her in her mid twenties and I in my mid forties, we grew together rather quickly. And I being the fool that I clearly was, believed her when she said she loved me and only me.

During the leave, I introduced this girl to my family. My parents, my brother and all my nephews and she ingratiated herself into every one of their lives. I spent my savings on an engagement ring for this girl with intentions of marrying her upon my next return. Little did I know what I would find out when I returned.

Not only did I discover that she had accounts on “dating” sites, but I also found out that she slept with my father (who is 70!). She also had sex with my brother and all three nephews of mine, the youngest of which was fourteen.

And at this point, I’m sure that you’re thinking that it couldn’t get any worse. But I’ll give you one guess as to what showed up in my mailbox. And before we open this envelope people, understand that I am not a racist. Some of my best friends are black. But it was just a little more than I could swallow. Seeing her in living color in photo, after photo, after photo performing oral sex on various black guys. Oops, I’m sorry. Men of African descent. And if you think I’m just making this up, you can contact me and I would be more than happy to share with you the photographs that led to the breakup of our relationship.

Heed my warning, guys. Avoid Bethany ***** P**** at all costs.

The Lying Game

In 2009 I met who I thought was the love of my life. I will call her ‘Jamie’. I was working in Boston on my internship and met her at a local gym. It started as us talking while running on the treadmill each day and evolved into us going running together in the spring. At the time I was still committed to a former classmate and colleague and were still deciding if I was going to follow her to a job in Arizona. Instead of uprooting my internship or making her decline her job we amicably decided to part ways and be friends.

Two months after the relationship ended I was jogging with Jamie three days during the week and one day during the weekend. She had a lot of guys she dated and I only decided to take her out after she asked me if I was interested in hanging out some evening. From then on we began the transition of being work out buddies to dating. We loved hiking and visited most of the big trails on the east coast. Both of us regularly used creatine working out, but she also was taking hormones from what she claimed was due to a deficiency. I thought nothing of it as she did have prescriptions for them.

She told me she lost her parents in a car accident and grew up an only child with her grandmother before she passed. This turned out to be a lie.
I bought Jamie a ring eight months ago after living together since mid-2010. Her and I made the move to Annapolis so I could accept a good entry level position and she could be close to some of her cousins that lived in Baltimore. I was planning to ask her to marry me in August 2012.

I have seen Jamie’s driver’s license, social security card, and everything else with her name. I work in the financial sector and had her information as we had begun to share a bank account. I work in financial planning and ran a credit report on her (with her permission she gave me over the phone). She didn’t know what it would tell me as she had never checked it before…

The first thing I noticed was charges back in 2006-2008 for financing companies with cosmetic surgery names. She had taken out 25k that she was still paying back. This surprised me as she didn’t seem the type that would opt for plastic surgery. I looked at her information and found her parents’ names who co-signed for the loans. Then I looked at the column for ‘former name’.

Her name used to be Jake.

I was shocked. The hormones are the first thing I thought about.

Our company has an investigative officer who has a lot of paid database accesses on public information and I asked her to run Jamie’s name, his real name, and his parents’. He told me he could get to it in a couple days as a favor to me for helping him fix his car last summer.

Parents were alive, he had a brother, and he was indeed a man. Same city as he was born. I even got a copy of the record of live birth. I put all of it in an envelope and confronted him that Friday evening.

I was so angry this person I had known for years and trusted so fully had deceived me. He knew I was fairly liberal and never confided in me at any point to his original gender.

Jamie cried and I yelled. He begged me not to tell anyone and begged to stay, but I told him I wanted out and left for a couple days. We had to share housing for another month and a half of the lease, but after a couple weeks of begging me to talk to him he gave up broken-hearted.

We both moved out of the big apartment we made our home for the last couple years. There was no tearful goodbyes on my end. I was far too cruel due to my anger.

Now in the last three months my anger has softened. I did love Jamie. But, the moment I found out who Jamie originally was I couldn’t see him as Jamie anymore. He became a different person I couldn’t be attracted to.

Sometimes Things Work Out for the Best

Dated a girl in high school, she was 2 years younger, my senior year I asked her to go to the prom she said no. Another boy asked her and she said yes, I took the hint. He later dumped her and she came back and begged for forgiveness, that was my second year of college. She and I both the went to college in another city and we got married before my college senior year and her sophomore year. I worked that year and paid for us both to go to college (she didn’t work). After I graduated I got a great job and paid all of the bills and for her final two years of college tuition, nice house, new clothes and a new car (she did not have a car before we married). 2 months after she graduated she had an affair. She said she had paid some bills but had instead kept the money and drained our saving account. We got a divorce and I paid all the bills off. She later married the same guy and she went on to teach. I found out later that her “boyfriend/lover/husband” got muscular dystrophy and is confined to a wheel chair but will have a normal life span and she has a neurological disorder and is routinely hospitalized.
Sometimes things workout for the best!

Sugar Daddy

I could describe my ex-fiance in 2 words: spoiled b!tch! I could really leave it at that but I want to share my story. I’ll try to keep it short and sweet.

I met Allison at a charity golf event. Both of our fathers were playing and we hit it off. After the event, we stayed at the club and went and had drinks by the pool. She seemed a lot more down to earth than most other girls I had met. I come from a wealthy family and the girls I tend to meet at the country club and other events are a stuck up, nasty brats, who only see value in a guy’s money and nothing else. I didn’t want that kind of relationship. My parents came from humble backgrounds and had worked damn hard to provide for me and my siblings, so the last thing I wanted to do was get into a relationship with some entitled girl who felt her only duty was to be pretty and shop.

Allison’s dad owned a chain of markets in the area. She had graduated from college and had since done some traveling. She said that she wanted to become a designer, so she would take short trips to NYC every month for work. It was great being with Allison, no pressure. Our parents thought we were great together and kept asking us when we would be taking that next step. To be honest, I had thought about it a lot and decided to ask her. I didn’t do anything over the top because I knew she didn’t want it that way. She accepted the proposal and I was the happiest man on earth!

Two weeks later Allison was taking a trip to NYC, so I was going to drive a couple hours away to visit a buddy of mine for the weekend. I dropped her off at the airport and went back home to get my things. I wanted to double check the address, so I went online to look at my email. Allison had left a message open in another window that had confirmation details for a hotel suite and what seemed like plans for a night out on the town. She was supposed to be in New York for work, and she had said that she was staying with her aunt and uncle, there was no reason for her to be in a hotel. Curious, I started reading through the chain of messages between whoever the person was and Allison and that’s when I finally found out the truth. Allison’s parents had cut her off when she dropped out of college. She had lied and said that she got this awesome job assisting a designer in New York so that her parents would pay for her condo, car, and keep money in her bank account. She was actually a sugar baby to some old, fat rich guy who wanted her to fly in every month for a weekend stay. He talked about all sorts of things some sexual and others just things that a normal couple would do. She had everyone fooled.

I printed out everything and took it to her parents. I was going to dump her and do it in a major way. Her dad goes insane and tries calling the police. They said that they couldn’t do anything unless she was prostituting. Her having a relationship with a married man who kept her with nice things and money wasn’t illegal. We would have to wait until she came home. I apologized to her parents and explained that I was going to walk away from the situation. She had been cheating since day 1.

When Allison flew back in that Sunday night, I called her and told her that I had a surprise for her. I hired a car to pick her up at the airport. The car took her to her condo and opened his trunk, which was filled with her stuff. Then he handed her an envelope that contained all of the printed emails and a note from me asking her to never contact me and to have nice life with her sugar daddy. She called me crying, saying that I didn’t understand and trying to lie and say that I was reading it wrong and that the messages were actually a friend of her’s using her email account. She tried everything to get me listen, I was done. She was no better than any of the other girls I had met, she was actually way worse. Being some married dudes private whore just so she didn’t have to work.

What’s the Worst that Could Happen

There is this girl named Lana who I have secretly had a crush on for the past 3 years. She is beautiful, smart, popular and loved by everyone at school. She is like the dream girlfriend you see in movies. By those standards, I guess I could be considered the guy who could never get a girl like that. I’m not a major geek or anything, but I have straight A’s, run cross country, build robots, and enjoy doing the most random things. Lana and I were always friendly. We had both gone to a smaller private K-8 school in town, so we were in every class together. Something happened soon after we started high school and I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was incredibly nervous around her all of a sudden, she had a serious hold on me. I was crushed when we came back from Winter break and I found out that Lana had started dating Brian. I was just deflated and so mad at myself for letting chance after chance pass me by. I resolved to pick myself up and move on, make the best of my high school experience.

Lana and Brian broke up toward the end of sophomore year and I saw another chance to tell her how I felt. By the time I finally saw her during the first week of summer she was already dating this other guy named Ty. Lana and I had a bunch of classes together junior year so we were hanging out more and texting/chatting outside of school. One night, my phone rings and it’s Lana. We didn’t have any assignments to work on so I was surprised to hear from her. She was on the other end of the line crying her eyes out. She said that Ty had been cheating and had dumped her for some other girl. I wanted to tell her how I felt then but just thought it wasn’t the right time. At that moment she needed someone to offer support, not try to slide into her ex’s place. We started talking a lot and one night I just worked up the courage and did it. I told her everything, then finished the night by sending her a poem I had written about her.

Lana said that she wanted to start slow and not really tell people about us. I was fine with that, but I didn’t like how she was still hanging around a bunch of guys and flirting right in front of me. One day we were sitting out in the courtyards during lunch and Ty comes over and asks to speak to Lana in private. She didn’t even glance my way, she just went with him to sit under a tree. They were there for a really long time and I wasn’t just going to sit there and be walked all over. I went over to them and asked Lana to come with me inside. Ty jumps up saying he’d kick my @ss if I ever try to hit on his girl again. Then he told me that he had read my poem and that it was so gay and desperate, he just couldn’t resist forwarding it to a bunch of people at school. All this time, Lana just stood there, and when Ty turned to her and said “let’s go.” she walked away with him. By the end of lunch, people were laughing and reading my poem out loud whenever I was around. I was humiliated. I left school early ans=d went home hurt and angry. Around 4 I got a text from Lana that said “Sorry about that. He went through my phone. You are such an awesome friend! ” I couldn’t believe that she could be so passive about the whole situation and not even consider my feelings. I was sumped and became the joke of the school in one lunch period. Oh, and I learned that the girl whom I had kept on a pedestal for years was a shallow idiot, who would rather be with the popular guy who cheats rather than the regular guy who treated her how she deserved to be treated.