Tame that Wild Stallion!

Never fall in love with a person who has the same name as an ex; bad karma. Back in college I started dating a wild boy with a bad reputation. Within a few weeks of dating him, he professed his love for me, stating I was the first girl he actually loved. He had slayed many girls, but never loved them or dated them for more than a few weeks before hitting the next one. He went to school out of state and started driving home every weekend to see me. So much that he flunked out of school just weeks within his graduation. He joined the Marines (without telling me first) and I stayed faithful while he was gone at basic training. He wrote to me weekly, called when he could, and proposed to me in a letter. When he graduated from basic training, he came home with an engagement ring. Head over heels, I thought I found the one. He then got hurt and had to take a medical discharge and was devastated. The Marine Core had made him grow up, and he really wanted to make a career out of it. He slunk into hard partying, trying to regroup. I’m pretty open-minded about partying, but he would disappear for 2-3 days, and then crash at my place for about 14hrs and leave again. Terrible unhealthy cycle. We were engaged almost a year. when he took me to a special restaurant for lunch, the same place where we celebrated our engagement. He seemed a little nervous (but he was usually coked up so I was used to it) but lunch went on pretty normal. After lunch, he walked me across the street to my car and asked me what I thought of our relationship. I told him it needed some work, but I would hang in there. He then told me he didn’t plan on changing and he wanted his engagement ring back (for drugs I’m sure). I had my car packed and ready to go home for the weekend. It was my mom’s 50th b-day and we had all her family back to celebrate. I had to spend the night telling family my fiance dumped me when they asked to see my engagement ring. To top it off, I was dumb enough to memorialize all the pain in a bleeding heart tattoo..Fmylife. Nothing like having a daily reminder of the pain I went through. Guess I look at it like a badge of honor. I could have ended up living in a trailer in Nebraska with a methed up junky, supporting him and raising his spawn. Moral of the story, don’t get a tattoo when you’re depressed. Wait a year and see if it still sounds like a good idea. And don’t date people with the same name as an ex, bad, bad karma!

He Says She’s Just a Friend

One Saturday evening, my bf and I were hanging at his house. His friend called him and told him that all of the guys were heading out to play pool, and begged him to come along. At first he said no, but I could tell that he really wanted to go, so I told him to go ahead after he promised to be back within an hour. He still lived at home with his mother and kid brother, so I didn’t feel comfortable staying there waiting for him any longer than an hour. I helped him pick out his clothes, then I went to hang out in his room while he went to see his friends. Well, an hour passed, then two, then three….Eventually, I got sleepy so I just got into his bed to take a nap. I woke up at 3AM and he still wasn’t back! I called him, but he didn’t answer. Soon after that, I heard his front door unlocking. I knew it was him, so I laid there and waited for him to come into his room.

He seemed to take forever, doing things in the kitchen and living room. I was so sleepy, that I could barely stay awake waiting for him, and I ended up dozing off again. I heard the door open, saw him stick his head in quickly, then close it. Hmmmm…that was weird.

I heard his little brother’s door open, and I thought that he was just popping in to check on him first, since he sometimes gets scared. I could hear voices coming from the other side of the wall, and it took me a few minutes before I realized it was my boyfriend and some other girl! I put my ear up to the wall to make sure that I wasn’t just imagining it; sure enough there was a girl’s voice coming from the next room. I was shaking and my stomach was in knots, but I got up the courage to go and open his brother’s door. That’s when I saw him and some bar whore sitting on the bed together, making out! I start going off, and me and the girl get into a loud argument. His mom wakes up and comes and separates us and makes my bf deal with the mess he made.

He came into his room where I was first, apologizing and begging me to forgive him, saying she was just a friend. It turns out he had lied to her and told her that he lived on his own with a few roommates. He had assumed that I had just gone home when he didn’t show, so when he came back and found me there, he panicked and took his brother into the living room, and took the girl into his brother’s room. He told her that he was painting his room, which is why they were sitting on a bed with Bakugan sheets, in a room full of toys. He asked me to just drive myself home, because apparently the girl was having some trouble and needed a place to stay for the night. He even had the nerve to call me the next day wanting me to come over and hang out. I hung up in his face and haven’t talked to him since.

Gutter Love

About a year ago, I started dating this guy in my class (let’s call him Joe). He was from California and didn’t seem quite used to his surroundings just yet. He acted kind of shy and wasn’t the usual type of guy I would go for. Through the beginning of the year, it was pretty obvious to me that he liked me but I would never pay much attention to him at first. I finally gave in; we went out on Valentine’s Day and had a great time. He text me afterwards and we made it official that we were dating. After a while we began to exchange ‘I love you’s’ and we truly meant it. He had met my family and I had also met his (which was new to me), me and his mom even became great friends. Yet throughout months of drama we ended up being on and off, and finally “officially” broke it off. He soon afterward began dating this girl (let’s call her Sally) and I was honestly pretty jealous.

Because we said we would still be friends, I would still visit and hang out with him and his mom. Sometimes he would have an attitude problem and act like he didn’t want me to be there because then “his girlfriend wouldn’t come over”, but of course I didn’t care. We were both on a Jr. bowling league together and sometimes his granddad would give us rides there. One random Friday night after I asked his granddad if he would pick me up, I get a phone call from him asking me to come spend the night to make it easier for his granddad to take us to bowling in the morning (yes, are families were so close and trusting of each other that they allowed me to spend the night at his house on a sort of regular basis), I reluctantly agreed and spent the night

The whole night we began talking about our past relationship and all the mistakes we made, it was obvious we still had love for one another, and I started to cry in his arms while he comforted me. He told me he was going to break up with Sally (who he had been talking crap about the whole night) and we would be together again.

The next day after bowling, Joe invited his friend (let’s call him D) from the league over and we went back to his house. We hung out for a while and I was pretty sure his friend had a thing for me but I didn’t say anything, to avoid seeming like I was just trying to start drama.

Me and Joe ended up hooking up that afternoon which really made me think that we were finally together again. Later on that night we ended up all getting picked up by his other friend to accompany him while he picked out a costume for a party. Joe was in the front and me and D were in the back seats. We were talking and laughing for a little, until he proceeded to touch me inappropriately. I kept telling him to stop touching me in that way and I was sure everyone else in the car heard me considering how loud I was. With that said I was extremely confused with why Joe wouldn’t say anything, so I confronted him about it. Apparently, this made him pretty angry, so he said I think we should just be friends. The whole rest of the night, he proceeded to goof around with me like nothing had happened, I was PISSED.

When we got back to his house I called my mom for her to pick me up, I couldn’t be around him one second longer. But with my awesome luck, she didn’t pick up so I had to spend the night again.
The next morning when I woke up, he started walking around the house saying things like “man I need to find sally’s number” and “I hope sally can come over today”…seriously dude?, grow up! as soon as I got out of the bed I called my mom immediately, before I punched him in the face. She came and picked me up while I was still in my pajamas. I still see Joe around a lot, and me and his mom are still really good friends. Recently, he has told me that his friends have informed him that Sally has been cheating on him and apparently he is kind of “stressed” right now.

Well unlike him, I have a wonderful boyfriend who I’ve even let meet my father (none of my bf’s have ever met my father), with a great personality who’s nice family loves me and I just couldn’t be happier.

Big Ol’ Mama’s Boy

I dated a guy when I was about 17 and a junior in high school. We didn’t date very long, maybe six months. I guess in teenage years that’s a lifetime, though. I was a tennis and softball player, he was a senior varsity, starting football player.
Starting out he was sweet, romantic, said the right stuff and had a pretty nice truck. He’d write love notes and leave me roses on my truck. Things that make girls swoon. The first warning sign should have been him telling me he loved me about 3 weeks into dating. I didn’t say it back, but thanked him and asked him to give me time. He didn’t talk to me the rest of that day, which made me feel guilty, and I heard that at his practice that night he got in trouble for being overly aggressive on the field. Warning sign number two.

Also, he was dumb. DUMB. Like a prize fighter who’s taken one too many shots to the face, but was still pretty. Pretty and dumb. He announced once that he didn’t like Sharpei dogs because they smell when they sweat because it gets into all their folds. Funny, dogs don’t sweat. He also announced once that he could never live on an island, like Alaska. It was little crap like that had the rest of us shaking our heads. He tried to talk me into doing his homework on more than one occasion and I refused because he was going to fail and if he did, he’d get kicked off the team. His mom did it instead. Lovely. If he got a bad grade, she’d lie to his dad about it. If he got a ticket for speeding, she’d pay it and hide it so he didn’t get in trouble. Those should have been the third warning signs.

Then, he started getting really clingy, it drove me insane, and was noticeable to others. If we were going somewhere, I had to be holding his hand. Even driving down the road. He expected a kiss at every stop sign or stop light. It was cute at first, but got really old really fast. If he wrote me a note in class, he expected one back, no matter what, even if it was in the middle of a test. If I couldn’t, he’d accuse me of not making time for him like he did for me. Looking back now, I say he had MAJOR control issues.

Then he started getting really possessive and overly jealous of me hanging out with my friends. He even got all bent out of shape when I went shopping with my mom one day without asking him first. When I informed him that I didn’t need his permission to go places with my friends or mom, he punched the wall. Ok, I knew that I needed to get out by that time, but I was a little afraid now. He started expecting me to spend every waking minute with him, every lunch break, and every weekend with him. He wanted me to miss softball games to be with him, wait for him after his practice. Basically, he wanted to know where I was at all times.

Also, if I didn’t hold his hand in public or give him a kiss between classes, he’d make a HUGE scene. All of this was against the rules in our school, but he wanted me to SHOW everyone I was his. The day before we got out of school for Spring break he tried to stick his tongue down my throat at my locker. I pushed him away and asked him to please not do that where the entire world can see. He began screaming obscenities at me as I walked down the hall to class. Fed up, I waited for him after school to break it off with him at his car. He never showed up, so I drove home and figured the next time I saw or talked to him I was dumping his dumb ass. The next day we still hadn’t talked. I was still pretty peeved, and I knew he was leaving to camp with his family for Spring Break, so I had to bide my time until he got back to finally break it off. While he was gone I found out he had been sleeping with one of my “friends”. Some girls would be mad. Was I mad? Not at all, finally a way to get rid of this jerk without the same old “it’s not you it’s me.” or getting in an argument about why I didn’t love him enough to show it, blah blah blah.

He showed up unexpectedly at my house after his trip while I was home by myself. I saw it was him through the peep hole and wanted to get it over with. I answered the door with a box of his things, his letter jacket, jersey, etc. I said “This relationship just isn’t working out for me. I can’t date someone who is so angry, possessive AND cheats.” And I handed him his stuff and went to close the door. I am not one for long drawn out boo hoo’s and why me’s.

I did not expect his reaction. He threw the box across the lawn, grabbed me by my arms before I could shut the door and flung me down on the porch. He stood over me and screamed in my face “NO I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU, YOU CHEATING WHORE!”
Well, I was PISSED, had a bloody scraped up knee, and could not leave well enough alone. I looked up at him and very calmly said “No, you aren’t, I already dumped your STUPID, cheating ass.” That’s when I got a foot to the stomach and I threw up. He yanked me up by the arms and was still screaming at me when the cops showed up, the neighbors had called.

Ah, he got to spend the rest of his spring break in jail with a restraining order to boot. However, after he got out I still would see him drive past my house late at night, sometimes. His mother had the audacity to call me and ask me to drop the charges against him, which I couldn’t do, nor would I, because the sheriff saw him assaulting me. I didn’t even have to appear in court.

I hear he went off to college, came back, and he got married some years later and he’s spent some time in jail for spousal abuse. Sad, but not surprising.

Ladies, beware of a dumb, wide receiver, mama’s boy who outweighs you by 100 pounds and have anger and control issues.

Runescape Revenge

My first real boyfriend came into my life my sophomore year of high school. He was older than me, and for awhile things were pretty good in our relationship. Towards the end of our relationship, however, things began to disintegrate. I was excellent in English class and had too much pride to get anything below a B mark. I would do this buffoon’s English homework for him because I did not want to be embarrassed around my family or friends that I was dating someone who wasn’t very intelligent. I also didn’t want anyone to suspect that I felt I couldn’t date any better (I had bad self-esteem issues back then). Our fights grew nastier as well as my general resentment for him. The more we fought, the more we had ‘makeup sex.’ It got to the point where I could not talk with any of my guy friends or have chats with my girl friends in the hallways at school because my ex grew incredibly jealous and possessive. I felt miserable and isolated, but I couldn’t bring myself to end the relationship for sentimental reasons. I was naive and sincerely wanted our relationship to work.

Inevitably, with all that ‘makeup sex’ I became pregnant. I won’t go into many details, but let’s say when I finally rounded up the courage to do the right thing for myself and get that ‘smushmortion,’ he decided to coward out of his portion of the responsibility and stayed at home to play Runescape on the PC. I inquired as to why he felt no need to be there with me, and he said that his mother forbade him to go. I confronted her about this, angrily, and she responded that she “trusts her son and couldn’t believe he had a part in this.” I had a rough time getting over all this because of the emotional attachment I had put into our relationship. I moved on by myself. After a year, it was a mutual agreement that we should no longer be together. We continued to have on and off casual relations though, and I still had my feelings for him.

A few weeks after the breakup, I went to an educational conference for two weeks in Washington D.C. Over the period of my trip I figured out he’d been doing hard drugs, drinking, crashed a car, and hooked up with an unattractive girl known to be a floozy from another school. It was also likely that he’d been cheating with her on me the last few months of the relationship too. I was relieved when the STD tests I had taken came back clean. Needless to say, I felt defeated.
Time healed many things for me and I actually dated some cute guys after that, found a steady job, and am now in my junior year of college pursuing a double major in English and Political Science. My ex is now a twenty-some year old with a high school education and a dinky retail job of which he landed after being fired three times from other jobs. He also had an illegitimate son and left that woman for another girl. He still lives at home, and still daydreams about being a “punk-rocker.” However, I think the best part about this is that his family treats him like he doesn’t exist. If I inquire “How’s your son?” to his snarky mother she’ll try to quickly change the subject or give an obscure answer. If I press her further and ask “How’s the baby?” she turns red. I was never a believer in Karma, but I think it’s great that I didn’t have to get revenge for this idiot to have a “part” to play in the foundation of his own pathetic lifestyle. Oh and he still plays Runescape.

Wanna Go Halfsies?

I had hit 29 and finally decided to settle down, we met and hit it off like never before. Within a few months, and after a night of drinking, I proposed. Before I could talk to her soberly she had excitedly announced it to everyone…Okay, cool and we were both planning on attending the same school. She goes over a year ahead of me and I’ll meet her there.

Well it would only be an extra $10 a month on her bill and I can get on her cell plan, and we can talk all whenever without worrying about the long distance, it’s gonna save me money…She gets me a $500 phone and not the freebie or a cheapo when she gets my new phone because it’s “manly”, oh and can I reimburse her as planned. I was thinking it would have been a $30 investment on my part, but noooo…

Wedding plans bombard me, it goes from a simple affair to me trying to figure out how to fill my half of the entourage, and convince my redneck friends to dress nice. Color coordination, flowers, and every other detail I couldn’t care about bombard me, but I play along.

Now the phone bill skyrockets, not because of me, but because she’s calling mama and all of her friends. I am expected to pay half of HER ever increasing bill, and I am a poor college student myself! She has a personal crisis halfway through the year, and I rush over to be supportive, (I later hear how I was there to satisfy some male drive (psych classes))… Pulled more money outta my ass to get there and live for a week…

Winter break hits and things are running hot and cold but we make plans for X-Mas morning with her family, ignoring my family’s plans. Like a sucker, I spent that morning alone and surrounded by presents for her entire family. I was a broke college student who had spent too much trying to make a good impression. And I got, “Oh I didn’t know we were exchanging presents!” from all of her family that day, so I got jack s**t!

A few months later she was failing out of her program and becoming distant. I was being as supportive as I could be, but I couldn’t see what was really going on.

She called off the wedding and wanted space. I was just relieved… Spring break was touch and go as far as time together but we were still definitely passionate…Shortly after I was DUMPED on my ass with the explanation that she needed to “figure stuff out” I was still expected to pay half of her ridiculous phone bill though.

She came home that summer having failed out of school, and we got together a few times until she shut the door on sex as it was too “confusing”, announced that she had cheated on me since last February, and that her father had threatened to murder me if we had married while she was home over x-mas break. Oh, and when could I pay her my half of the now $400 a month phone bill?…

I drunk dialed her a few months ago… We’ve been hooking up no strings attached ever since, and I never paid one cent on her inflated bills after I got the truth. I am transferring to that school in a few weeks now that I’m financially secure enough for my degree. She’s back at the nursing home, still living with her parents.