This might be a little long… So I was with P from the time I was 19 until I was 21. At first things where great until he took a new job at a local Wal-Mart and he started getting shady. Originally, if he was texting someone he would do it in front of me, even showing me the screen then when he started his new job if I was even so much as near his phone he would quickly move it away, then whenever he came around it always seemed like he had somewhere else he would rather be. Eventually, he starts telling me about these weird rumors going at work about him and this older married woman. Now originally, he claimed he was putting in 50+ hours in a week at work, but when his paychecks came in he was always complaining about being broke and that he wasnâ€™t getting paid for more then 40 hours, well I figured he could pursue legal action if he was getting stiffed on his check but he never bothered. Needless to say the sex was lacking, either he wasnâ€™t into it, he didnâ€™t want to period or he kept the TV on (I caught him watching TV during sex a few times) and all he would do was talk about this older married women and her kidâ€¦Well, I was getting to my wits end and getting ready to break up with him when he tells me heâ€™s going on vacationâ€¦Alone. Well, the day before he leaves for his vacation he mentions that this older women is going on vacation as well, I think this is a little odd and I ask him â€œ where is she going and with whoâ€ well he suddenly looks nervous and says he thinks sheâ€™s going to Wal-Mart with a bunch of managers from the storeâ€¦Of course that makes so much sense! All the managers leaving on vacation at the same time â€¦Rightâ€¦ So he tells me heâ€™ll e-mail me every day and call me blah blah blahâ€¦I hear from him once, an email that is dry and never once does he bother asking me how my time is going. By then Iâ€™m ready to call it quits, my self-esteem was suffering, I knew I was becoming one of those crazy chicks suspecting everything their man does is related to cheating and finally I just didnâ€™t like who I was becoming I knew I deserved better. So, he comes back and I tell him itâ€™s over that I know something is up between him and that women and I wonâ€™t stand for it, naturally he denies it all and swears heâ€™s faithful blah blah blah. Two days later I get a call from the womanâ€™s husband claiming he has proof his wife and P where in Florida together the week before. Then P wants to say that his name is attached to her luggage because when traveling alone you should always have a second nameâ€¦. Yet, she didnâ€™t use her husbandâ€™s name and he didnâ€™t know why. Finally, he tells me kinda tells me the truth, that they went to Florida together that the only reason he could afford the trip was because he used her air-miles but they werenâ€™t staying in the same place? Right, that makes sense. Well, two years later I have met the man of my dreams, Iâ€™ve a great career and not living at home with my parents while P is a 25 year-old boy living in his motherâ€™s basement going no-where in life.
I was 17. Me and B had been going out for about a year. I was in school, and he had gotten in some trouble and ended up on house arrest. We didn’t see each other much. In the beginning, everything was okay, we would go out when it was approved, or stay home and watch movies. A few weeks before my Jr. Prom, he gets off house arrest and we decide to go. A friend of mine had rented a limo and offered us a ride. We get all dressed up and go, and stay there about an hour. He says he’s sick, so we leave. We have to walk because the limo driver won’t take us home, and it will cost extra. So we walk down the street, me in my big poofy dress, him in a tux. About halfway home, he says he planned on breaking up with me at prom, and that he cheated on me with another girl, and gotten her pregnant… He was going home to see HER… we haven’t spoken since. Last I heard, he got put back in jail, she got both their kids taken away by being a druggie. She is now filing for divorce from him because she’s pregnant with some other guys kid… I hope he gets to be really good friends with Big Bubba.
I had been seeing/sleeping with this guys since late last year. Recently he asked me to be his girlfriend so I agreed. I told him I would be the best thing to happen to him since his his last couple girlfriends have been certifiable. I started the relationship off right by bringing him dinner at work. The next night apparently he got back together with his ex. The same ex who 1 year ago held a gun to his head and forced him to stay with her lest she kill herself. I found out through his facebook that he is now engaged to her and according to his words he “couldn’t be happier”. So I promptly sent her an email telling her about my relationship with him and the fact that he constantly talked shit about her. I would have treated him right, but he’d rather have crazy.
So I met “L” when I was 14. We were friends, and to make a long story short we wound up getting together. 3 months into the relationship, I moved away. We stayed together. We were together for a year and 7 months, and he treated me like crap. He was telling me what to wear, what color to have my hair, how long to have it, if I could wear make up etc. Well I got sick of it, so I cut my hair off and dyed it black. He proceeds to tell me how much of an ugly bitch I am and breaks up with me. Of course the next day I got 70 missed calls from him begging me to take him back blah blah blah, attempts to kill himself, blames it all on me. The typical psycho sh*t. 2 and a half years later, I’m in a serious relationship, have been for 2 years. He hasn’t dated anyone since me .
In 2008 when I was 21 I dated this guy named Eric who was 23 at the time. He was my first boyfriend (I’m very shy so I didn’t really date before). Things were going great for the first three months, we spent time together, went to movies, cooked for eachother, etc.
I was a virgin at the time and he said he was fine with that. Don’t get me wrong, I was willing to have sex just as long as I felt love and commitment from whomever I engaged in it with.I let Eric know this from fairly early on into the relationship and he agreed to respect my decision and assured me it was no problem.
Around 4 months into the relationship I went to hang out with a friend. We were on his computer in his room looking at pictures from summer vacation when suddenly he tried to kiss me. I freaked out, pushed him away, and went home. I cut off all ties with that guy and have never heard from him since. I was so scared from the experience that I couldn’t stop crying so naturally, I called Eric. When I told him what had happened he replied “Well, don’t burn all your bridges”. What? Being naive and inexperienced in dating, I still stayed with him instead of standing up for myself.
Shortly thereafter, Eric calls and says he had suffered an accident at work and he needed some help around the house since his back was giving him problems. I took the train to his place and did all the chores (dishes, cleaned the bathroom, etc). We went out to dinner afterwards and everything was fine.
When I tried calling him again the next day, he wouldn’t answer the phone. I’d leave messages and he’d never respond. I’d email and no response there either. After a week or so of neglect and no responses (but him still updating his facebook status and interacting with other people on there except for me) I got the picture; I was yesterday’s news. I naturally assumed it was because I wasn’t “putting out” fast enough for him. I deleted him from facebook, changed my status to single and although he did the “dumping” via silent treatment, I called one last time and left a short message on his answering machine telling him I was through and moving on.
That was 3 years ago. Now I’m engaged to a wonderful man and am getting ready to graduate from university after working hard towards 2 degrees. I’ve come out of my shell since then and refuse to let a man talk down to or neglect me. As for Eric, I really have no idea what happened to him because I never heard from him again. Fine with me! I must say though that I am very glad I saved my first intimate experience for the man I’m in love with now and didn’t waste it on him.
I was going out with this guy when I was 21 and he was 29. Nice enough, worked as a mechanic at a bowling alley. I met him because I bowled in a league there every Thursday night. We were officially an item but he never liked to show any sort of affection in public and most of our dates were non-monetary based, which was fine with me as I just liked being around him. However I caught him out in one or two lies, I suppose an example would be handy: We were supposed to go together to a festival and parade that was happening in our town, at the last minute he called me an told me that his car had broken down, he had a snapped axle and there was no way he would be able to come and pick me up. I said fine, no problem, he had an old car and it didn’t really surprise me. Also I knew nothing about cars, I figured it mustn’t be hard to snap an axle. The next week I was chatting to one of his mates who mentioned what a great time he had at the festival with my boyfriend! Of course I challenged my boyfriend who told me some story of his friend talking about the festival they went to the year before! Uh huh. So after a few more of these games I sat down with him and broke up with him. He was fine, I was fine.
A week later he called me and asked for a second chance. I am pretty soft-hearted so I said yes but with reservations. After a further two weeks his friend came over to me at the bowling alley and handed over a note. It was my boyfriend breaking up with me via a note! I figured that he only asked for a second chance so he could be the one who did the breaking up! Oh I was crushed… NOT!