Anyone want to share a break-up story?

Shit, just seeing this question got me going down memory lane. ouch.

I don’t want to share any of my stories. Too painful.

I will share that my son had a girlfriend for 4 years, and she broke up with him after having a bad dream about him. She was unhappy with his behavior in the dream.
She broke up with him by texting him. She never spoke to him again.

A dream.

Text.

4 years.

Yeah, I’m glad I’m not dating anymore.

Breakups suck. Revisiting that misery is like rewatching a movie I hated the first time around. I’d rather not, thanks.

Haha not all breakups have to be sad. Especially the ones you had when you were in kindergarden or something. You tell the story, and you would be suprised how many people can relate to it.

After a few weeks that went exceptionally well, she didn’t answer any of my texts or calls. Then, she told me via facebook chat that we should not see each other for a while because of a project she had to do. I said “this is a break up, and not a break, isn’t it?” And then I cried like a bitch. I started to think I was just a hookup to her, and I became very angry at her, but she insisted we stay friends and that we talk every day, even though it really upset me at the time. Time went on and she got a new boyfriend and I eventually started dating someone else. I broke up with the girl I was seeing because she was crazy, and the ex started asking me for help with her boyfriend problems. They eventually broke up and I started going to her house to comfort her. One thing led to another and she told me she made a mistake breaking up with me the first time around and that she loved me. We spent four more weeks together, and then she moved to New York. We still talk every now and then, and we still tell each other “I love you” event though she has had the audacity to ask me for boy advice a few times since then. It’s just one of those things I’ll probably wind up writing about one day. Despite our faults, she will always be very special to me.

Ah yes, I flip out and die to get the last word and the end result is often me looking like a complete nut job. At least I can see the pattern now

Here is a light break-up story. I was dating a young man who worked for the same company and loved to travel. One time, he came back from a trip and told me that we could no longer see each other because he met someone new. The news didn’t really surprise me, but when he started crying, I was caught off-guard.

His new love interest, a young lady who also worked for the company but in another state, got a job in his department and moved to our city. He immediately broke up with her. A few years later, the woman started working in the same department as I did. We got along really well. I’m not even sure if she knew that I had been seeing him before she did.

Life in the dating world sure can be messy.

I remember the first guy I ever loved…
Nick.
We were 14. Don’t tell me I was too young. I know what I felt.
He was my best friend. We’d become inseperable. We were magnets. We were in over our heads…
You couldn’t look at Nick without seeing me with him. We were always together.
I rememeber the day I realized we were holding eachother back. We were so young. I wanted him to live his life. I wanted him to have someone better than me.
I wanted him to be Nick. And I wanted to be AshLeigh. Not Nick and AshLeigh. Just Nick. And Just AshLeigh.
But most of all I wanted to look into his eyes and see him, not the glare of my own reflection.
One last hug. The hardest thing to do that day was to pull away and go home…

@AshLeigh that was really poetic.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard,
Well, I am a poet. Haha.
Thank you.

ah ! here’s mine-I left my husband who was an ass and a seeming tightwad- the minute I served him with divorce papers, he completely changed his game, and turned into the funny and generous guy I married- the weird thing? he wants to go ahead and divorce, knowing I will get a settlement and then piss off back to australia- but he wants me to live with him now while it mediates- and tells me how much he loves me and is just wooing me now! i don’t get it!!

No.

I’m happily divorced and the memories are getting foggier and foggier, as it should be. lol

It’s really painful thinking about it let alone talking about it. He meant so much to me i love him with all my heart! Till he changed, just seeing him breaks my heart </3

I moved out of state to get away from him. I got rid of everything that reminded me of him. Changed my number, got a new email address, and asked him not to look for me. He still tried but I ignored every effort he made to contact me until I was completely over him. Now I’m happily married with the love of my life. My ex is still around but it doesn’t hurt to talk about him any more. We’ve even had coffee a couple times. Everything heals with time.

Not the actual breaking up part was sad. What was sad is that I always ended up doing the same after . Got up, got out, got drunk and I repeated it as many times it was necessary. I loved this quote and I made it somewhat of a life motto. I still use it sometimes to take my mind off. [and when I say drunk I do not mean that person who can barely walk and doesn’t know which day it is or how to go home. I just drank till i didn’t think of her that much].

Gotta love those days when I was young.