This breakup happened to me when I was in grade eleven. I’m now 24 and married, I’m not sure where the guy is.
I had met Brody when I was dating one of his friends, the guy I was dating just wasn’t ready for a relationship and we just stopped going out, neither of us were disappointed. Brody was short and somewhat different looking but his personality and love of life was what attracted me to him. He was always surrounded by friends and doing something fun. Before I had met him I only had a couple friends and loved the idea of having a large group of people that was always around.
Brody and I hit it off immediately and started hanging out as friends shortly after I stopped seeing the other man. We would go for drives and hang out in his garage while him and his friends worked on his car. I would go to all of his hockey and rugby games. It was great. We always seemed to be doing something fun.
A few weeks after we started hanging out he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was ecstatic. We want to all of his dances together and spent everyday hanging out or going to parties. Everything seemed to be perfect until one evening when we went to a beach party. His best friend Jamie got extremely drunk and decided that skinny dipping in front of his friends was the right thing to do. We quickly decided it was time to drive him home. On the drive home Jamie was crying in the back seat because him and his long term girlfriend had broken up a few weeks back and he was rambling on about how much he loved her. Brody and I were silent in the front seat. A few moments passed and Brody said, “You know, I love you a lot.” I was shocked, Brody had a track record of girlfriends but none that he ever said I love you to. I stuttered a reciprocating I love you too but it didn’t sound sincere because I was so shocked. We continued the drive home, dropped Jamie off and then he took me home.
My parents were strict when I was in high school so I wasn’t allowed to stay out past midnight or stay over at a boyfriend’s house.
Over the next few weeks the weather continued to get warmer and we continued to go to parties and have fun but he seemed to be getting distant more and more every time we saw each other. He started to go out without me and make excuses for why I couldn’t come, I was really disappointed because I had began to really love the people we were hanging around with. I should have seen the signs where it was going but I didn’t want it to happen so bad.
The last day I ever saw Brody he was going to his friend’s cottage on a lake about 30 minutes from where we live and said he didn’t have room in his car for me to come but he wished I could have. My parents volunteered to drive me down to the lake so that I could spend the day there. When I arrived I was greeted with all of his friends who were excited to see me and immediately poured me a drink. I asked around where Brody was but no one knew. I was getting the vibe that he didn’t want to see me but I needed to just hear it from him. When I finally found him he was hiding in another friend’s cottage. I tried to confront him but he ran away. I was really surprised. I then noticed him walking on the beach with one of his girl friends, they were talking and suddenly she walked away from him and was coming right towards me. She told me that Brody wanted to break up with me but didn’t want to tell me in person so he asked her to do it. I wasn’t shocked, I was just disappointed because I felt like I was going to lose all the friends I had made by being with him. I was disappointed that I had driven all the way to this lake to see him because he made it seem like he wanted me to be there but had just lied when he said his car was full. I started crying and the girl told me not to bother. I just shook my head and walked away to call my parents and get them to take me home. They had no problem coming to get me. I was so embarrassed that this happen in front of so many people.
After we broke up I never saw Brody again. I got over it soon after realizing I was more attached to the fun lifestyle then the man himself. I never again got to hang out with that crowd of people.
I was visiting with my aunt and uncle about an hour away from my hometown this summer. I have always been very close to them and their daughter who is my age. She and I were like sisters growing up, so it was hard when they moved away. Since they weren’t too far, we were always visiting each other. It was my turn to visit her, so I was up for the week since there was no school. On Sunday we went to church with her parents. My aunt and uncle were helping out with the refreshments after the service, so my cousin and I went outside to hang out since the weather was already so nice. We were sitting near the garden, just sharing stories and pics, when these guys approached us. They were two teenage boys I had seen around at the church but had never really talked to. They introduced themselves and we spent the next hour getting to know each other. It turned out that they were cousins too. We decided to meet up later downtown and grab some food.
My cousin was always more forward than me when it came to guys, so she had no problem getting cozy with her guy Taylor. The cousin I met up with was Brian and he seemed to be just as shy as I was. But within a few minutes we were laughing and holding hands. He went in for a kiss before we could even order our food. He and I separated from the other two and walked around downtown together, then we went over to the lakeside to watch the sunset. He told me that he really liked me and asked if I would consider being his girlfriend after we got to know each other a little more. I spent the next week with my cousin and Brian. My cousin and I were able to convince our parents to let me stay another week, before we went back to my house. She started going out with Taylor and Brian asked me to be his girlfriend. It was my first relationship and I was so excited (I’m just 15). Brian and I were either on the phone when I was at home or together whenever I was visiting my cousin’s house. It felt like we had known each other for years. He kept asking if I would be willing to move up with my aunt and uncle, so that I could be near him all the time. I liked him a lot, and we were getting closer, but I had a life at home that I didn’t just want to walk away from. Brian started saying that he loved me, and I thought it was cute, like a summer love thing. But with that, he started asking me more and more to move but I didn’t want to. I loved my life at home, and though I loved being with my family up his way too, wasn’t just going to abandon my family and friends at home to be closer to him.
A couple weeks ago, he called me and sounded down. I asked him if there was anything that he wanted to talk about, but he said that he was fine just tired. Brian said that he was going to take a quick nap and call me back. About a half hour later, my cousin called me. We talked everyday, so I didn’t think much of it. She said that she had bad news for me. Then she told me that Taylor had called her to ask her to break up with me for Brian…..huh?! Basically, Brian had called Taylor to call my cousin to call me to dump me. I don’t know if I was more upset by the breakup or the fact that he had to go through two other people to do it. I got off the phone with my cousin and immediately called Brian but he wouldn’t answer. I haven’t talked to him since, but from what I heard he is mad at me for not moving up there. I liked having a boyfriend, but I’m not going to let anyone dictate what I do and where I live, especially someone I’ve known for all of 2 months!
I had been crushing on this guy in my Chem class for weeks, and after talking my roommate’s ear off about him, had finally decided to ask him out. We had talked in lab and after lecture, and a few times even sat in the library together and worked on homework. I had tried so many times to just do it. I would always say “what’s the worst that could happen?” But then crazy scenarios of him roaring with laughter in the middle of a packed lecture would play out in my head and I would chicken out. I figured I would be more confident in my own space, so I invited him over to hang out and “study” for the exam we had the next day.
I had everything set. I made a light dinner for the two of us, had all of my study materials out, and the vibe in the room felt right. He got to my place like 15 minutes late, saying that he had gotten caught up with some friends of his. We ate and watched some tv, then I suggested that we start studying. We were using my notes to go over the review questions. We were about 20 minutes in, when he abruptly looked at his phone and said that he had to take off. I was so taken aback, he just started packing an mumbling something about a curfew. It made sense because he was on the baseball team, I just wished he would have said something earlier. I felt like my chance was slipping away. I got panicked and just kissed him! He pulled away after a few seconds and just looked baffled. All he said after that was “uh…yea…I’ll see you in class.” I sat back down on the couch and started going over what had happened: Was it too much? Did he like me? Did he like the kiss? What now? Should I call him or something? And where the hell is my notebook?! I quickly searched the table, couch, floor, and the surrounding area for my notes but they were gone. My crush must have accidentally grabbed my notebook. I had to catch him and get it back, everything I needed for my exam was in there. I looked outside but he was gone. I called him but he didn’t answer. Things had just become 100 times worse. I must have called and texted him 10 times but he never responded. I had no other choice but to try to get what I could from my book. My roommate called me around 1 AM, asking if I had had my study date with him. I told her yea, but that things had been cut short because of his curfew. She got really quiet for a moment, then said that she had just seen him leaving a bar with some girl all over him. I was so hurt, I just started crying like a baby. He had lied, ditched me to go hang out with some girl, and he had my notebook somewhere! I curled up in my blanket and cried myself to sleep.
I got up the next morning and headed over to the Chem lecture hall. I saw my crush sitting with another guy. I walked over to him and said a nervous “hi.” He gave me a half smile and handed my notebook to me. “Sorry about that, I was in a rush. But I did manage to get some late night studying in.” I was pissed that I only had about 10 minutes to study, but I didn’t want it to show. I just smiled and said, “maybe next time we’ll use your notebook instead. haha!” He didn’t laugh, he just hung his head a little and said “That was a little uncomfortable and weird for me. You’re cool and all, but it’s just not like that between us.” I had nothing to say. I just turned and walked as fast as I could to a seat across the lecture hall. I tried cramming, but could only get through a page or two. I failed that test miserably. So, I had been blown off, had my notes taken, lied to, turned down, and failed an important exam within 24 hours.
This story is more of a cautionary tale for young teenagers. When I was young,14 years old, I didn’t have the highest self esteem. Guys weren’t really interested in me and I was very naive. I was hanging out with a friend, when she introduced me to her neighbor. He was 28 years old and I was attracted to him. I thought he was good looking, and the whole older guy thing was appealing.
He came on to me and was interested in me as well. At 14 I thought this was fantastic and I loved it. Not only was a guy interested in me,but he was an older guy,and nothing like the teenage boys in school. I was naive and very stupid and the thought of pedophilia didn’t even cross my mind.He said all the right things that a girl of that age loves to hear and all of it was only to get into my pants. And sadly,it worked.
I lost my virginity to that piece of shit. He made me lie to his parents and friends and had me tell them I was 18. At the time,I still thought it was ok and had the mindset of “age is just a number”. But after he got what he wanted,he stopped returning my calls. And we ended up going our separate ways.
To any young girls out there,I know this will probably fall on deaf ears. But just please understand that if you are that age, and a older MAN, is trying to be with you,he is a pedophile. He will not love you forever like he says he will,he will also not marry you and be with you for the rest of your life. He is sick in the head and likes younger girls. I really wish I could go back and tell my 14 year old self to stay the hell away from him.
As a 28 year old man,he knew what to do and say to control a naive low self esteem 14 year old girl to satisfy his sick desire. Don’t let this happen to you,because trust me, you will regret it.
I am 34 years old now and still to this day I regret it,and I wish I would have gone to the police back then,to stop him from doing it to anyone else. But I unfortunately didn’t. I seriously hope he got hit by a bus sometime in the last 20 years.
This is not your typical break up, sob, sob, story, but I feel like telling it.
I worked with this guy for a couple years n the whole time he’s flirting n joking around with me. I never took it seriously as he was such a card. He ends up leaving the job for another but we stay friends. One day I dropped by to see him & look over a few things that were for sale in the shop he worked at. During normal conversation he again flirts with me but this time I can tell he’s dead ass serious. This totally blows my mind as I’d never thought I was in his league & could really see myself having SERIOUS feelings for this guy. Being in a relationship at the time, I backed away, didn’t see or talk to him for over a year. Then I again find myself in the market for the products he sells at the shop, so no longer in a relationship I drop by. He seems excited to see me & even tells me so by text after I leave. He also continues to flirt so I plainly ask why he was barking up my tree. He said same as always so I flirt back, I let him know that I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not at all & he keeps on, this goes on for months, but we never get together. Finally we have some time alone n talk then when I go to leave he hugs me & kisses me gently on the cheek. Very sweet move as we seemed to be transitioning from just friends to more. We keep talking over the next few months n suddenly he needs back into the industry I’m in & a job. So being a good friend (possibly more), I jump in, get him a job & back into the industry. I was actually his boss at this point but we always worked well together so it wasn’t an issue. This only lasted a few weeks when he pulls me to the side n confides in me he has other more lucrative job offers now. Being his age n needing good benefits when my company offered none, I told him I couldn’t blame him. It was all I could do to get his job back here let alone get him more $ & benefits. My hands were tied so being a good friend again I told him I wasn’t angry just disappointed. His voice cracked as he told me he would be too, as knew that I was disappointed we wouldn’t be seeing or talking to each other much anymore. We talked more about his job offers & which he should take, despite my warnings he took what I considered the less lucrative one. Soon he was texting he had made a mistake but turns out the other company was still interested as I had heard through the grapevine & texted him immediately. Soon he was with the company he wanted & working out of town a lot, making union wages/benefits. I was happy for him but still so heart broken I cried at times. I tried several times to get together with him to no avail for one reason or another so I gave up on it. Then a couple weeks later I get a text asking another favor, so again I jump in & get it taken care of for him only to not be able to get with again! I had actually had $ out of pocket for this favor so I offer up everything/anything to get with him only to get no response time & again. I’m late paying my cell bill cause my $ is tied up in this favor. It’s been two weeks now & I haven’t heard a word. I had to dip into my savings to cover things & still haven’t heard a thing from him. Talk about feeling used. Funny how you can feel so used n never even have an intimate relationship w/ someone.
When I was 15 I met a guy named Armon. He had just moved to my small town and we hit it off instantly. He was one year older than me. We went to the same church and high school. We started dating and everything was fine. Since we were both involved in church there were no conflicts in our opinions about waiting to have sex, or so I thought. It wasn’t as much a religious thing for me as I knew I wasn’t ready. My mom had my oldest brother when she was 17 and I did not want to repeat her mistakes.
A few months after we started dating he started pressuring me to go farther than I wanted to. I always said no and he wouldn’t ask again until a few days later. One Friday he asked if I wanted to go to the mud boggs that Saturday. (Mud boggs are a redneck thing. Small town life) I said I couldn’t because I had a football game Friday and a band competition Saturday. Also, my mom wouldn’t let me stay out past 11pm and I knew how long the boggs ran. I was a good kid and not the kind to sneak around and disobey my parents.
Monday came and Armon was a little distant at school. This continued until church on Wednesday. I knew what was going to happen but I was not going to give him an easy out and break up with him first. After church he called me and was beating around the bush. I told him just to say it. He did, said we should break up that he was young and wanted to date other people. I was fine with it. I never had any delusions that we were meant to be or any of that high school melodrama crap.
The next day at school my friend Elizabeth came up to me and was apologizing and saying “He said he already did it.” I asked what she was talking about. She went on to tell me that at the boggs Saturday Armon told her that he had broken up with me Friday. They hooked up. I didn’t really have any feelings about the whole thing. I was glad my friend was honest with me.
High school went on. We all stayed friends, well, as much as we could be given what happened. Eight years later, he is married with two children now and doing great. I’m still single by choice and loving the single life.