I apologize if my story is lame and/or cliche, but I guess I finally feel like telling it.
I started dating Robert in August. Our first date was his “perfect date” and we were oh so in love for a few months. I was so happy, or at least I thought I was. The first time he made me cry (which should have been the last) I found myself thinking “This again? Here we go.” But I kept on because I thought it would get better, and we had been friends for so long, I thought he wouldn’t purposefully hurt me.
Things deteriorated slowly, or at least on my end, it seemed that way. I tried to be a good girlfriend, and I ended up paying for dinners and his smokes every so often simply because I make “3 times as much as he does.” Mind, he was working two jobs at the time and I was essentially working one, as I was in the process of quitting my first job. The money thing was something that should have sent me running and I don’t know why it didn’t. Talking about money is a huge no with me unless it’s relevant to the conversation.
He started acting more and more distant, and on my birthday, we had dinner and he ended up taking up for what I thought was a noble reason (visiting a friend in the hospital). I came to find out later that it was a ploy designed by our mutual friends to get him away from me for the night. I didn’t think it was so likely, seeing as how my friends were never the type to try and screw my birthdays up.
He told me he’d make it up to me, and I do admit I overreacted, calling him crying on the phone because I had been ditched by the people who were going to hang out with me. I later found out that it had been his plan entirely and my best friend hadn’t had a clue what was going on. Robert showed up at my house at 6am. I let it slide because we had a New Year’s party which was also meant to celebrate my birthday and I didn’t want to ruin it. Neither did he, apparently.
He decided it would be a good idea to bring a girl and her brother with him, which was fine until she began to conduct herself in a less than lady like manner. I fell asleep early (long week at work and I’d been working a lot of hours due to holidays) and found out the next day that she’d taken off her underwear and pranced around all the guys. I’m sure she’s a nice girl and she was just drunk, but it rubbed me the wrong way big time.
Earlier that day, Robert had handed me his phone to text someone while he was driving. Once I’d sent the text, I unintentionally snooped and saw a text from her, and asked about it. He got really defensive, and basically told me to fuck off. I called him out on it being a red flag (sorry…) and he blamed it on his ex. I gritted my teeth and just sat it out.
New Year’s day, we sit outside my apartment in my car and he breaks up with me. At first, I was distraught, and demanded a break, which was stupid. When he refused to even talk with me about the terms of our ‘break,’ I said f*ck it, never mind, we’re done. The worst part of it was that I had to take him home after all of that since his fancy Mini Cooper’s clutch went out.
All I know is that I dodged a train wreck of crazy and drama here and I’m relieved. I’m sorry this is so long and poorly written!
SO! I met a man at a bar on new years 2013. I will refer to him as K. We started talking and realized that we had came to the bar with mutual friends. I had asked one of my girlfriends about him and she said he was “a really nice guy!” She is usually a good judge of character so I didn’t think twice. We started hanging out and spending more time together and eventually got to the point where we were having a sexual relationship. We agreed that we were only seeing each other and that we wanted a relationship. I had posted a simple “:)” on his facebook one night and then out of no where, I got a message from a girl asking if K and I were dating. I told her that we were and asked why she was wondering. She said she had been dating him too and they just hung out on Thursday, which made sense because we were supposed to hang out that day and he cancelled on me. She said they were having sex and that they met on a dating site for people who are positive for STDs. My heart sank. This guy had herpes and never told me. Needless to say, I confronted him the next day and he admitted to it. I cut off all contact with him and made an appt to get checked. Two weeks after I found out about him and that other girl, I went to the clinic and found out that I fortunately hadn’t contracted it from him, but I was pregnant with his child. I ended up losing the baby and even though he was an lying jerk, it was still very hard for me to experience. I learned a very valuable lesson.
I realized after the first three months that my relationship with Jack wasn’t what it should’ve been. He started hitting me I knew I should’ve left. I was 19 at the time and as dumb as can be. I am now 24 and just dumped his ass. After almost 6 years of being hit, lied to, cheated on, and used,I had finally hit my breaking point.
Mr. Jack was a crack baby and unfortunately I think it affected his speech and thought process. During this time, he had successfully broken my fingers, scarred my back and neck, and put me in the hospital for many minute injuries. He would promise me he wasn’t on drugs, but I would find pot in his pockets, and pipes. He would tell me he wasn’t speaking to other women, and yet he would have hookers from craigslist calling and texting him, he even had an offer from a MAN to get a blow job.
But I forgave most of this, trying to understand his thought process and his needs, pushing aside my own dreams and beliefs to stay with him. The final straw cam when I realized I was working a full time and a part time job, plus being a full time student, and having an externship, and my dad going into the hospital for heart issues. He picked the day after all of this to yell at me for misplacing some important documents we needed fora court procedure.
I never disagreed when he called me irresponsible and lazy. I never fought or threw the fact that he is working one job, and has his weekends off to do what he wanted. I really just wanted him to take me out occasionally and let me vent and forget about work and school for a night.
I didn’t think that was too much to ask, but after breaking plans with me and in my over-stressed mind, I snapped. I told him it was over, I threw my engagement ring at hime and told him to hook up with one of the prostitues he was so fond of. I now have the pleasure of moving my things out and hopefully avoiding any physical contact with him. The story is much deeper than this, but wish me luck anyways.
I had been with my boyfriend for two years. We recently began going through a rough patch where we took a break. I handled it fairly well, but I believe that’s because we just thought it was temporary. We were still living together, and still doing things pretty much the same as before just spending more time with our respective friends.
After about a month of this, we decided we were going to get back together. Well, once we were back together things were great, we even went on a week long vacation to California to visit his mom and just relax. The vacation was great, we didn’t argue, we went on dates, told each other we loved each other, he even went as far to buy me flowers (for him this is a big thing, he had only given me flowers on two other occasions, once on valentines day and when he first told me he loved me). After our week long vacation we finally headed home making plans to visit Rome in the next year.
Unfortunately, that changed. The morning after we got home I was in class taking a midterm and I receive a text. It was simple stating he was unhappy and was done. No other explanation. Whenever I asked about it, he kept repeating this same line. I was and still am devastated. I am at a loss for words for his very sudden change of heart. We’re still stuck in our lease and are fighting over custody of our puppy.
Excuse me if I sound angry or bitter, or anything of the sorts. It is just that this situation was so life-altering and came as such a shock, and part of me still wants it all to be just a dream. But life is more like a nightmare at the moment and here is why…..
I work in real estate development for a really great firm on the west coast. I have been working there for over 10 years, have a great position with great money, and I always vowed that I would give my family the world. 6 years ago, my wife Coleen and I were married. We wanted to start our family right away, so I went to work while Coleen stayed home. We had our son and 16 months later, our daughter was born. Those kids became the center of my world and I wanted it no other way. Things were great. The kids were well taken care of and I had the pleasure of coming home to my beautiful family each day. I took business trips every other month or so, to check up on projects throughout the country and to work out the kinks in new deals. It was stressful having to be gone and I was always swamped with work while I was out of town.
Last year, I took 2 weeks off during Christmas, to spend time with family and friends. I found out during my time off that I would be headed to Arizona for about a week in January to finish up a project out there. No big deal. I wasn’t going far and it was only for a week this time. I left the following month just like I always had. Coleen and the kids dropped me off at the airport, we hugged and kissed, and the kids made me promise to bring them gifts home. Little did I know that this would be the last time that I would have my happy family like this. That whole week, Coleen was hard to catch up with, and when I did get hold of her, she sounded like something was wrong. I even asked her repeatedly if she was sick, but she just kept saying ‘fine.’
Something just wasn’t sitting right with me, so I got things taken care of as fast as I could and got out of Arizona to get back home. I called to say that I was coming home early but there was no answer. I kept calling and texting Coleen, so she could meet me at the airport but I never heard back from her. I ended up catching a cab home. I walked into hell. There were bottles and junk everywhere. I was scared that something awful had happened, so I ran to find my kids. They were in my son’s room sleeping in the same clothes that I had left them in 5 days ago! I couldn’t figure out what in the hell was happening so I started screaming for Coleen. I searched the house and couldn’t find her, so I went out back. That’s where I found her and some coked-out loser passed out in our guest cottage, surrounded by drugs, cigarette butts and empty bottles. I went ballistic and was glad that my kids weren’t outside to witness it. I found out that as a bored housewife, Coleen had recently taken up a little drug habit that had quickly spiraled out of control. She didn’t have much to say. She didn’t even ask about the kids. She just asked me for some money and took off when I refused. We haven’t seen nor heard from her since. My parents and sisters have stepped in to help, and I had to get a nanny to care for the kids while I worked. My life fell apart that fast. My kids just don’t understand. They want their mommy and just don’t get why she isn’t there. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I know that my kids are going to get the life that I have worked so hard to give them, whether Coleen decides to be a part of it or not.
Ok, here it is: I had this friend of mine, Luke, who was my best friend at all. We had met thanks to my boyfriend of a few years ago. Well, when I left him, Luke and I kept in contact, until we got very close. After a lot of time, like almost a couple of years of friendship, he comes up and tells me that he feels something for me. I admit it’s probably been a stupid move by me, but when he tried to kiss me I just kissed him back. So we started this story, we even went to holiday together, I was surprisingly fine with him. We lasted about six months or so, then I sort of got tired of the relationship, and I feared that we wouldn’t have been able to recollect our pieces and put our friendship back together as we planned to do in that case. So I preferred to leave him before to mess it up and end hating each other. We didn’t talk for a while, then we started going out and doing “friends stuff”… but in a moment we found ourselves discussing about the possibility of having a sexual relationship, which we began a few minutes later. Anyway, we kept like this for months, interrupting it for a few weeks as I had met a person who I really cared about. It lasted, sweetly and happily, I was kind of getting involved with this not only physically, and he was showing kind of the same… until today, when Luke, asking me for a friendly help with a girl he met (which is fine, i mean, he did it for me, I do it for him, we are still best friends), comes up with the story that he HAD sex with her already, they go around holding each other and kissing in public, and, moreover, two days ago they politely decided to start a “just fun” relationship. So we’re just over. We made up like three days ago, last time. YOU SH+++Y MINDED IDIOT, DON’T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THIS BEFORE, MF?!