Okay so sorry if this gets sorta long but I need to make sure that I explain everything. I have never hated someone so much in my life as I do my ex bf Carson. Carson and I met at freshmen orientation a week before high school started. We talked and flirted a little but not too much could happen because we were both with our parents. We got closer after school started and pretty much had all the same friends. Everyone knew us as the pair that weren’t really a couple but were in a way. Like every girl knew not to try and hook up with Carson because he was with me. We became an official couple at the beginning of summer after freshmen year. We spent the whole summer with each other, just being in love and enjoying our vacation from school. We would always go to the beach and hang out with our friends, and spent the evenings watching movies.
When school started we found out that we only had one class together that semester. I was crushed. We tried to get our schedules changed, but the counselor said we had no reason to be switching all of our classes. So, we went to our separate classes. I tried to catch up with him at lunch but I found out that he was off campus already with a group of friends. This started happening a lot and I felt ignored and neglected. The only time we saw each other was after school sometimes and on the weekend. Then, even the weekends started to be a problem for him. I would call and text him, and he wouldn’t call back for hours saying that he didn’t have his phone on him.
One day during third period, I got a text from Carson asking to meet during lunch. I got so excited because I thought we would finally have some time together. When I got to the courtyard, Carson hugged me but pulled back fast before I could kiss him. Then he looked me right in the eyes and said that he and another girl named Victoria had been hanging out lately, and that he wanted to break up with me instead of cheating. I was so hurt and humiliated. How could someone do that to their true love? Carson and Victoria became a couple that same day, and I saw them in the hall holding hands the week after that. I hate high school boys!
So I met my girlfriend 6 months ago. I thought she was the love of my life. we were so happy together. I went out a week ago to buy her an engagement ring. I had to hide the ring from her so I left it at work. This way she would have no idea and wouldn’t be able to find it. I had told my parents about the engagement and to have them call the whole family to set up an engagement surprise party for her. I work with my best friend who is also my manger at a retail store. He has met my girlfriend several times. They always seemed to be flirting with each other but I thought it was just harmless. On my day off I go into work to grab the ring for tonight. I told her to take a spa day gave her $200 and to meet me at my parent’s restaurant around 7 in your best attire. I pull into my work and see her car there. It was suspicious because she knew I was off today. I go inside looking for my manager Jerry. I asked one of the associates where he was, she said he was in his office with a customer. I started to walk back there and I start hearing loud screams coming from behind closed doors. I knock on the door but the screams kept getting louder. It was unlocked so I opened it. WHAT THE F*** DO I SEE…. MY F***ING BEST FRIEND/MANAGER NAILING MY FUTURE FIANCE IN HIS OFFICE. the whore quickly jumps and before I could say one word she runs out the door. Look at Jerry for a quick second then I swing on his ass. He knew I was going to propose that night. and I’m not even quite sure how long this has been going on behind my back. Needless to say I had to show up to my parents house full of all my family and friends not to mention her parents were there as well. Not knowing how to describe what happened to my parents or letting her parents know how much of a WHORE she is in front of everybody, I quietly pulled them aside, salvaged what dignity I have left and told them about her. They were all in complete shock I told them to just continue on with the party and I will reimburse them for everything. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed about this whole thing. It’s been 3 years now and as far as I know Jerry and my ex are still together and have 5 kids living on minimum wage. I now currently have a gorgeous wife and 1 beautiful son. I am much better off without that whore in my life …..
In college I dated this girl named Maryanne. She was a sweet girl but sort of an angry drunk. There were so many times when we would be out at the bars or parties and I would have to stop her from arguing or even trying to fight some other girl. Once things got settled, she would cry, go to sleep, then wake up the next morning and not remember any of it. Toward the end of the semester, my friend Trenton decided to throw a party at his rental house. It was going to be pretty big, but we had plans in place to keep things under control. Maryanne came by to help us get set up, and was 3 shots in before we even set up the beer pong table. The party started and things were going well. We had to ask a few people to leave, but other than that things were chill. After a few hours, Maryanne was completely wasted. She threw up in the bushes, then on the lawn. I tried cutting her off and I would even take the drinks out of her hand when I saw her with one, but she just kept drinking. I was talking with an old friend of mine named Lacey, when I hear a drunk screech and Maryanne yelling “what the f*ck?! Back the f*ck up b!tch!” She grabbed Lacey’s elbow and tried yanking her away from me but she just ended up stumbling. Then she started throwing punches at the both of us. Yelling about us cheating together and how she was going to kill the both of us. At some point, a few other people got involved and things got out of control. The music stopped, the lights went on and two friends of mine picked up Maryanne and told her she had to go. They apologized to me but it didn’t matter; I was done with that girl and she was no longer my problem. I asked her friends to get her home and to make sure she understood that we were finished. I was embarrassed to even be associated with her. She called me repeatedly the next morning, crying that she had no recollection of the night before and promised to make it up to me. I’d much rather be single in college than deal with that train wreck.
I am a recent divorcee with a 4-year-old son. I was talking with a co-worker of mine a few weeks ago about how I couldn’t wait to get back out into the dating world. I had gone through a year long, nasty divorce, with my ex-husband fighting me at every turn. I was stressed, depressed, and still had to maintain a sense of normalcy for my son. My co-worker told me that her cousin was new to the area and single. She showed me his picture and asked if I wanted her to set us up on a date. Sure, why not! I figured that there was no harm in going on a blind date. His name was Lucas and he sounded like a great guy over the phone. We met Saturday evening at this swanky Asian fusion place downtown. We laughed over drinks, and took forever to finally order our food because we were so deep in conversation. For the first time in a long time, I was really happy! We got further into our personal lives and I told him that I had a young son. I didn’t talk his ear off about my son, I just said that he was a sweet and rambunctious kid. Lucas said “he sounds like an awesome little dude. Hopefully I’ll get to meet him one day soon.” After we had finished our food, we decided to relocate to the bar section of the restaurant because a live band was playing. We grabbed our seats and ordered a bottle. Both of us had taken taxis, so we could enjoy a few drinks. Lucas thought he left his phone at the dinner table, so he ran back over to the restaurant to find it. He was gone for 15 minutes, then 30, then 40. This was a big place, but there was no way it could take that long if he left his phone on the table. I checked around for him, even went to the bathrooms to see if he was in there, but he was nowhere to be found. I went outside and the valet flagged me down. He told me that my date had left $20 for me to take a taxi home, and said that it was nice meeting me. I called him a few times to see what was up but got no answer. I ended up having to pay the $248 bar tab, so his little taxi money meant nothing. I haven’t heard from him since that night and my co-worker says that he hasn’t returned her phone calls, but did text her once to suggest they get together soon. A$$hole!
My story actually starts at the break up. I was 22 and had been dating this girl named Rebecca for about a year. I had had a few relationships in the past, but Rebecca was the first girl I had ever felt strongly for. I could see us getting serious after a while but she started coming on way too strong. It was like as soon as we hit the one year mark, something went off in her that said that we had to start talking about moving in together, getting married and having kids. I liked her a lot, but I didn’t want to think about any of that at the moment. We were both barely out of college and I was finally on my own. I didn’t want to get that serious with my relationship then. I tried talking to her about it on several occasions. When that didn’t work, I tried telling her that we needed some space from each other. Somehow, that made her even more clingy and pushy. That very night, she showed up at my apartment with a list of do’s and don’ts for me to abide by, and actually wanted to set an official date for when my “little space issue thing” would end and we could get back to what was important. I realized at that point that nothing subtle would work. So, a few days later I called her and said that there was too much pressure for me to take and that I just wanted to call it quits. I also told her that because I felt that us being friends or anything close to that was a bad idea, that I thought we should just try to make a clean break and move on with our lives. Rebecca was banging on my door within 20 minutes, crying and screaming. I opened the door just so I didn’t piss off my new neighbors. She begged and pleaded, and tried negotiating with me, but I didn’t want to hear any of it. I hated seeing her like that, but there was also a part of me that was so sickened by her behavior, that it just reinforced my reasons for breaking up with her in the first place. When she realized that her crying wasn’t working, she switched gears and started to make sexual advances on me. I asked her repeatedly to get off of me, but she just kept groping me and trying to get me undressed. I swear I have never been more turned off by a girl in my life. At that point, I wouldn’t have slept with her if she was the last girl on earth. I wasn’t going to be stupid enough to make that mistake. We sat there in my living room, struggling with each other. She was trying to wrap herself in my arms and place my hands on her body, and I was trying to keep her as far away from me as possible. I got fed up and told her that I had an early morning meeting that I had to prepare for, and that we could meet up after my meeting to talk things out. As soon as she left, I called the building manager’s office and told him that I had an emergency and needed to move ASAP. He came down to my place and was actually super cool about the whole situation. He offered to let me relocate to another building of his in the next city over. I ended up getting an upgraded unit in a complex with a full gym and pool. I don’t know if it was karma or good luck, but whatever it was I am thankful for the chance to continue living as I chose to and not being forced into some marriage or anything.
Okay, so I met this guy toward Christmas of last year. Me, him and one of my really good friends all had class together and she introduced me to him. She rode the bus with him so I used her to get inside info on if he liked me or not. She told me that he did. I was thrilled we were pretty much the same person I found out. Me and him both had the same issues. At this time though I was just getting out of a relationship and he knew that. So we waited until after break to do anything. We were on and off until summer. We still talked like everyday and he told me that he loved me, and I was the one, and a bunch of bs. Then like two days later through text message he tells me that it won’t work and how he can’t be with me. Now he’s telling me that he misses me and how I need to come back, and calling me baby which he’s never done. So yeah I dont know what to do.