Worst Break-Up Stories Here

[CamEdwards]

Reading Johnny's thread got me thinking about the worst break up I've ever had. More than ten years later thinking about still leaves me embarrassed over how badly I took it.

I met a girl about three months after I started college. We hit it off immediately, and were a serious item within a week of us meeting. The only snag was the fact that she was still dating her boyfriend from high school when we met (I should have realized this was a problem at the time).

We continue to be very serious throughout freshman year, and were already talking marriage after we graduated. Then the school year ended and she moved home for the summer while I stayed in Stillwater (about three hours away).

Since I didn't have a car, I couldn't go visit her as often as I'd have liked. I went once in June, and once in mid-July. When I went to visit her in mid-July, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. Then one afternoon while she was at work I found a letter to her, written the week before, by some guy who was talking about how great she was and how much he liked being with her, etc.

When she arrived home I asked her about the letter and she said it was just an old note from an ex-boyfriend. I showed her the date on the letter and she hung her head, then said we needed to talk.

Apparently she had met some oil rig worker about a week after school ended, and had been schtupping him for the previous seven weeks without ever telling me. When she finally told me the truth, I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach and then kicked me in the balls.

I was just like Johnny, doing all the rationalizing I could, doing everything I could to try and hang on to this girl. After about three hours of "how could you?!" and "it doesn't matter, I still want to be with you", I realized I had to get out of there. Unfortunately, I was stuck.

I had no car, no ride, and no way of getting back to Stillwater that night. I was forced to stay in her home until the next morning when I could get a friend to drive the three hours and pick me up.

Besides the break-up sex, it was an utterly miserable night. To make matters worse, once school started again we were hanging out together all the time and hooked up briefly a couple of times. Each time just got my hopes up only to see them dashed when she flaked out (or came to her senses, seeing as I was acting like a possessive freak).

I was a mess for a long time after that breakup, but eventually (of course) I realized I didn't want to be with a woman who couldn't last a week without having a boyfriend around. Last I heard she was still in Stillwater, going to school part time and working at Wal-Mart.

So what's your worst breakup story?

[Desnudo]

The doctor told me if I'd just keep my finger outta there, I wouldn't have so many nose bleeds.

[rkmsuf]

what exactly is "break up" sex? Is it like rougher than normal?

[CamEdwards]

no different from regular sex, except for the uncontrollable sobbing that women find such a turn-on. :)

[rkmsuf]

I still can't picture you finding out she's cheating on you and then saying "Oh well, hey let's do it."


You are the man.

[lungs]

I was once with a girl for a while and really didn't like her all that much. She was annoying as hell and I had to drink a whole bottle of whiskey just to be around her.

So one night she wanted to hang out and I didn't have enough money for whiskey because I had just ordered Domino's. She asked if I wanted to hang out and I said no. She asked me why and I told her I had a pizza on the way and not enough money to get drunk. That was that.

[CamEdwards]

I still can't picture you finding out she's cheating on you and then saying "Oh well, hey let's do it."


You are the man.

actually, she came to me while I was on the couch and asked me to go into her room with her.

Looking back now, she was probably even more co-dependant than I was... but she was always fantastic in the sack. I

[wade moore]

So let's see...

I started dating this girl when I was... 16 and she was 15... I went off to college and everything was peachy... she finished up her senior year while we visited each other quite often (2 1/2 hours between places, but she drove down a lot on weekends)... she really wanted to go to William and Mary... I think the first snag was when she did not get in... so anyway... we talked about marriage, were 'madly in love', all that stuff... my friends didn't like her for some odd reason...

Anyway.. then comes good 'ole 'beach week' after she graduated college... it was the week before July 4th, and talking to her on the phone through the week got progressively weirder and weirder... she came back and on July 4th we had 'the talk'... it was about her wanting to sew her oats, etc, etc..

So now to the ultimate embarrassment and shame for me... our biggest point of contention for 2 1/2 years was that I would not have sex (i know, i know)... I was not saying 'not until marriage'... and it wasn't for religious reasons, but i just was not ready...

So.. you guessed it boys and girls.. a week later we have sex because, in the back of my mind, i thought it would get her back... shocker, it didn't! anyway.. so i lost my virginity to a girl that cheated on me and dumped me... and i later realized was completely the wrong person for me...

[MrBug708]

I had an ex gf who went to Scotland for 2 weeks and she didnt have any chance to call me while she was there; missions trip. On the way home from the airport I broke up with her. Yup, that was a fun ride home...

[Mustang]

My wife (at the time), called me while I was in Wisconsin job hunting from California during Christmas and wanted a divorce...

This count?

[Raven Hawk]

My ex-fiancee broke up with me during a Bears-Packers Monday Night game. Bitch. What's worse is that I was watching the game at a friends house when she called long-distance to break up with me, so my buddy got to witness my wimpering first hand. And worse yet . . . the Packers whooped my Bears that night. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/mad.gif

[DanGarion]

This is from a relationship 7 years ago. I wrote it back in 2000 in my journal. I'm way over it and I've found a girl I'm planning to spend my life with that contains no drama. But I used to have a lot.

My first real girlfriend was J(I will just use the initial to respect her). I basically met her online. I used to work for a large local Orange County computer BBS named Prism. Every once in awhile we had get together and members of the BBS would meet up and get together. I had been talking to J for a couple weeks and we decided we would go to one of these functions together. So began my first true serious dating experience. Things started quick for the both of us physically. After about 3 weeks my parents were out of town and I invited her to stay over. We slept on the couch in the living room and fooled around for a couple hours. It was more then she had ever done with a guy and close to the same for me with a girl. After about 1 month of dating we decided to make official and consider ourselves in a serious relationship. Although she had a number of emotional problems due to sexual abuse and incest that she had dealt with up until a month or so before we started dating. She also was going through a relapse in stomach cancer. (Please understand that the problems she was dealing with may or may not be true, J was manic depressive and also had psychotic episodes. My family and friends believe she may have made up a majority of these stories for the attention. While I did believe J at the time more and more thinking has made me believe some things she told be were false). Her father that sexually abused her was in his 60's and also could barely walk. He did not seem like a man that had the strength to do what she said he had numerous times. Also I never went with her to the doctors while she was having treatment for her cancer. She did seem to have chemotherapy side affects with extreme sickness and tiredness but she did not show other side affects such as loss of hair or a general flushed look from chemo. But anyway since I was in the relationship and falling "in love" I ignored any signs of fallacy. In our relationship emotions ruled everything. Throughout the cancer treatments we weren't sure if she would go back into remission or what would happen. I think it was partly because of this that we got so close so quickly emotionally. As for physically things started fine but quickly deteriated to me being lucky if I we even made out. After about 4 months of dating her parents sold their house and while she was waiting for HUD to assist her with getting an apartment my family offered to let her live at our house. J would sleep in my sister's old bedroom and on the weekends we would sleep together in my bed. Throughout the entire time she lived here 4 months we had a total of about 4 intimate times while we were in bed. Normally ending up with me frustrated because of one thing or another. But I understood and accepted this because of what she had been through. I wanted to be there for her and help her through the pain and emotions she was going through. Now J and I never were afraid to show the affection we had for one another verbally. We constantly told each other that we loved the other. By the time she had moved in she had once again gone in remission. She was not seeing anyone to help with the abuse she had been subjected to for years while living at home. In January 98 she got her own place. Things seemed to be going good. We had experienced what it was like to live with one another and we seemed closer then ever although I was still as frustrated intimately. I wasn't expecting sex, in fact at this time I was still a virgin, but I did want what I gave in the relationship. Unfortunately I was the only one that ever gave but I accepted it because I wanted her to be happy and I figured it would all end up all right. In Feb. J and I looked at engagement rings. Although we weren't really looking on getting engaged, we did talk about eventually getting married. It still seems to be about 1 year away till we ever made any formal announcements. As she got settled into her new place I would stay over mostly every weekend or so. It was really great sleeping with someone in your arms. Also kissing them goodnight and when you left in the morning telling them you loved them. Little did I know in April she would call me while I was at work and tell me she needed me to come over. It was a Friday night and she had to talk to me. She was crying on the phone. I thought the worst... A relapse in cancer? Maybe she had a sexual disease from something that had happened to her. She was going to a mental hospital because of problems she was having... As I raced to her place my mind was spinning. She had me sit down on her couch and went on to tell me she wanted to break up. She had fallen out of love for me. I cried for the next 3 hours, while she cried along with me, holding me in her arms. I had never been hurt so much in my life after "thinking" I was so happy and that things were going great with us. Although at the time it devastated me and hurt so much, I now realize that I was going no where in that relationship and if I had been in it much longer it would have actually ruined me. Just about 2 months after her and I broke up, maybe even less, she started to date a friend of hers that she started hanging out with a little before we broke up. That is when I really noticed I was better off out of the relationship we had and that it was time for me to move on. She was happy and since I did love her as a friend I was happy for her. I moved on although inside I was still hurting from what had happened.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

Marrying his best friend pretty much took care of it for me. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif

[wade moore]

Marrying his best friend pretty much took care of it for me. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif
I didn't mention that I have been dating her best friend for almost 8 years now ;)

[sachmo71]

what exactly is "break up" sex? Is it like rougher than normal?


Almost always.

[Blackadar]

Hell, I don't have to explain mine. Just check these Bob Seger lyrics out.

She stood there bright as the sun on that california coast
He was a midwestern boy on his own
She looked at him with those soft eyes,
So innocent and blue
He knew right then he was too far from home he was too far from home

She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles
Up those twisting turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed

And those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills

He’d headed west ’cause he felt that a change
Would do him good
See some old friends, good for the soul
She had been born with a face that would her
Get her way
He saw that face and he lost all control
He had lost all control

Night after night, day after day, it went on and on
Then came that morning he woke up alone
He spent all night staring down at the lights of la
Wondering if he could ever go home

And those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
It was looking so right
It was giving him chills
In those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
With a passion that kills

In those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills

[JeeberD]

I was once with a girl for a while...

So I read "lungs" as "lurker", and when I read the first half of the first sentence I got kinda excited...

[Mustang]

Hell, I don't have to explain mine. Just check these Bob Seger lyrics out.

:confused:

You broke up with Bob Seger and he wrote that song?

[Desnudo]

Sounds like Blackadar is a conniving bitch.

[Blackadar]

Sounds like Blackadar is a conniving bitch.

If this was me:

She looked at him with those soft eyes,
So innocent and blue

She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills

She had been born with a face that would her
Get her way

I wouldn't be posting on this board with you losers. I'd be out shopping for shoes with my Sugar Daddy's money. :)

[bob]

After 5 months of marriage, my ex-wife woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that she felt she got married too young (23 at time of marriage), and wanted a divorce. She then stated that she had cheated on me during her business trip the previous weekend.

That was fun...

[Samdari]

So.. you guessed it boys and girls.. a week later we have sex because, in the back of my mind, i thought it would get her back... shocker, it didn't! anyway.. so i lost my virginity to a girl that cheated on me and dumped me... and i later realized was completely the wrong person for me...

Wow, is this the first documented case of breakup sex being the first time for a particular couple?

[Solecismic]

A friend of mine returned from a business trip to find an empty apartment. His wife cleared out absolutely everything, including his clothing. She then maxed out his credit cards, and when he wanted to see their daughter, she wouldn't let him (and no, he never hit or abused anyone - it was just out of spite).

He proceeded to receive the most generous divorce settlement in the history of Massachusetts divorce court. She actually had to pay back the credit card money, and all she receives is the child support required by law.

The way he thinks about women, though, he must be Johnny93's alter-ego, 15 years later. He just will not listen to anyone, and makes the same mistakes, over and over.

I used to date a woman who told me that after her last breakup, she had revenge sex with the guy's brother. That was a great warning, and our relationship stalled pretty quickly.

[Izulde]

Worst breakup I ever had was a couple years ago. Due to a lot of factors that would take too long to go into here, I really thought she was going to be the one and felt that more deeply than I'd ever felt anything before.

To make a long story short, she eventually broke up with me because she decided what she felt wasn't love, but just a lot of adoration and friendship. She did leave the door open for us to get back together later in life. (Gee, sound familiar anyone with the second chance, thing?)

Well, over about the next six months after that, we were still pretty close, but things were gradually falling apart until one night she exploded at me and said, "You're too clingy, too intense, and too depressive. You know I hate it when people are clingy."

I eventually did stop becoming less clingy, but by that time she'd lost all interest in even having me as a true friend and kept playing mind games... The whole "Oh I miss you, I miss talking to you, we should hang out again" etc, thing... only to be rebuffed every time I acted on that.

So finally, I got so fucking fed up with her bullshit that I just flat-out avoided her for a month and had no contact with her whatsoever. That's what really broke me of her finally and what made me really get over her. It was the first time I'd ever taken that advice about breaking off all contact you always see in those co-dependancy articles, and it worked.

We still talk every now and again, but I wouldn't call us friends. More acquaintances these days.

Karma came along and bitchslapped her, though. Not only did she not get into any of the colleges she wanted, so she's stuck at her safety school, but she's developed a case of the uglies that's shocking. She used to be really thin and a model with girly girl looks.

Now she's starting to get fat and has a manly face.

[CraigSca]

Dangarion....you and I need to talk. Your story sounds EXACTLY like my ex-fiancee. She was abused by her father sexually (an old drunk) and had OVARIAN cancer (would be cured then relapsed constantly - I was never allowed to go to chemo - when she came over she would announce after going to the bathroom that she threw up from it though no one ever heard anything).

When I got my first real job out of school I all of a sudden could not get in touch with her. She was living with two friends in Phila. and worked at a Houlihans. I went to her doctor and they said they never heard of her. I went to her place of work and they said "oh, she's not working tonight" (though she said she was). Like an idiot, a month later I invited her to California (all this time we hinted about engagement) and got engaged to her on the beaches of Monterrey. Less than a month later we were broken up and she began dating this nimrod she always talked about in her group of friends. Less than a year later - she married some other guy and was knocked up.

2 years later I met a good friend's fiancee. 2 years after that, I ended up marrying that fiancee. But that's another story :)

Seriously, Dangarion - that is one story that sounded too close to home.

[Ksyrup]

When you look back at how an ended relationship progressed, it's hard to believe some of the choices you made, or the things you ignored, or the way you acted in the face of the brutal truth, all for the sake of love or some semblance of it.

[dervack]

Ex girlfriend of mine had reoccuring bouts of Thyroid Cancer. It was before I knew her, and when we were dating, she started to have to undergo treatments for them again. After she had her treatments, she got the ok from her doctor saying it was in remission. She called me later that day and told me that "Her body was free, she should be to"

Man was I pissed.

I was dating a girl for 6 months, and during a particularly bad snow storm, I drove up to see her. When I got there, she decided that she didn't want to be with me anymore, and that it wasn't fair to me. Didn't tell me why. It was snowing pretty heavy, so I wasn't about to drive back the 1.5 hours it would take, so I stayed the night there. She asked me to come to bed with her, and I said no, and slept on her couch. A couple of weeks later, I went to her work to give back the rest of her stuff to make a clean break, and we ended up having sex in her office of where she worked. We went to dinner that night and she told me that the night before she broke up with me, she had cheated on me with her former boss, and it was because she was drunk. Some other chick was there trying to stop them, but she apparently had no control. When she gets drunk, she has a tendency to lose a lot of control. Anyway, I was disgusted with her, so after dinner, on the ride back to her car so she could go home, I pulled over the car and told her "to get out, I'm disgusted with you right now." She had to walk back the 4 miles to her car at 11:00 pm at night. Surprisingly, she hasn't bothered to call me in the 3 years since.

[SelzShoes]

Wow, my worst break up seems tame compared to these. But considering I lost not only the first love of my life (the wife is the second) and a best friend over it, I may not be giving it full credit.

[condors]

not sure this exactly qualifies since it was with my practice wife.

basically i caught her in bed with my friend, this was the first time i was arrested for assault, came home from work to an empty apt. Went to her brothers to find out where everything is at. 2nd time was arrested for assualt.
Found life savings gone and cat put to sleep. I broke into her mothers house and threatened to kill every member of thier family tree(and broke a bunch of stuff). Arrested for the 3rd time.

that was really the last of it until the divorce was final although there was alot of "bad marriage" stuff between her cheating and leaving

[MacroGuru]

Well...I have a couple....one is mine....the other is my fathers 2nd marriage.

First mine:

So, I had this girl I was dating...it had been two years...and she started partying big time and doing drugs, and I wasn't into that...Cleaning up my life stepping away from it...Hoping she was going to go that route as well.

We were in major love, talking marriage and what not...and this all started happening, and I eventually issued the ultimatum. "The drugs or me" and she choose the prior.

Needless to say, she tried to get me back right before I got married, which failed miserably. And no when I bump into her, she tries still...

I don't know much about her life, other than she seriously screwed it up....


As for my fathers story.

He married this woman, who hid her serious drug problem from him. He was working 80 to 90 hours a week to launch a project for work...He had changed his life for the better, and turned into a passive person, realizing his aggression destroyed his first marriage...so he went to the pussy side of it, and wouldn't fight back.

It got to the point one night, she was beating the shit out of him, he hid in the bathroom, and stayed there...Woke up in the morning, went out, and ALL of her shit was gone...his clothes were BBQed...

He proceeded to call the bank.

close to 100K had been wiped out of his savings, and another 35K from his checking.

Needless to say, the Divorce got extremely nasty as things came out that he knew nothing about because he worked.

Things like, she was turning tricks in their house to support her drug habit.

She was nailed 3 times for prostitution down in New Orleans

She hired some guys to steal their Van (One of those nice custom vans) so they could get the insurance money which she promptly spent....

She still ended up with getting 5000 a month in payments from dad for Alimony. I hate the bitch, she is the reason I ended up being sent back to Utah, and not staying in Memphis.

[scooper]

schtupping
schtupping?

[Ksyrup]

You've never heard that term used, or you're questioning the spelling?

[scooper]

I've never heard it used. I like it. Is it multi-functional like the real thing?

Schtup you!

[sterlingice]

My ex wife called while I was visiting a friend in the hospital to tell me she was leaving.

Bitch cleaned out the apartment. Didn't even leave any damned toilet paper in the bathroom.
"What kind of a sick bitch takes the ice cube trays out of the freezer?"

SI

[SFL Cat]

I love "vent" threads like this. I was a junior in high school and she was my "first love." I met said girl while in Junior Achievement. She was a year behind me and we went to different high schools. We ended up spending a lot of time together while working on a project for our group and I got to know her pretty well. Up until that time, I had never dated anyone seriously (i.e., gone out more than two or three times) and she had just broken up with her boyfriend, who she had been dating for three years or so. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. We went to see a movie (CE3K I think) and I remember even today the electricity I felt when we kissed for the first time (up to that point, I thought kissing was highly overrated).

Needless to say, I was head over heels about her. I had an after-school job in a hotel catering department that kept me pretty busy on some weeknights and most weekends, but every free moment I had, I tried to spend with her. She worked for her dad's janitorial service, so on some evenings, I'd go with her and help her clean offices (for free!) just so I could spend time with her. I even gave her my Senior class ring to wear after only having it a couple of weeks.

We dated three or four months, and I was fully convinced she was as crazy about me as I was for her. Then one afternoon while at work, a co-worker who went to school with her said, "You date such-and-such, right?" I told him yes. Then he proceeds to tell me that he had seen her at his school making out with her old boyfriend and he thought I should drop her because she was a total ho. Of course, I didn't believe him, but the next time we were together I told her that I worked with a guy (didn't identify him) who went to her school and knew her and I told her what he had told me.

She admitted she had gone out a few times with her old boyfriend, but she gave me a sob story about how he had been dumped by his new girlfriend, was depressed, and she felt sorry for him, they were still friends, but it was really over between them. Any sane person would have run away screaming right then and there, but when you're in love, you tend to have "STUPID" stamped on your forehead in B-I-G letters. We continued dating for another month (it was now into the summer). I had promised to take her to a carnival on Friday evening. I was supposed to work Thursday evening, but a dinner we were supposed to cater was canceled so we got to leave work early. I decided to go by her house and surprise her.

You guessed it. She was sitting out on the front porch holding hands and snuggling with some guy (it wasn't even her old boyfriend -- I knew what he looked like -- I had NO IDEA who it was). I felt like I had gotten a kicked in the side. I drove by her house REALLY SLOW....just so she would know it was me. And as I drove past, I punched it and laid down rubber for about a block.

Needless to say, I didn't take her to the carnival the next night. Instead, I went with some friends (and met a really cute girl to boot). The next day, while I was mowing, she stopped by my house. It was a little embarrassing because my step dad was outside working and she had obviously been drinking and was very, very loud. "You never called me last night about going to the carnival," she said.

"Nope," I agreed cooly.

"I guess you found something more interesting to do," she said.

"I guess I did," I replied.

And that was that. Needless to say, it took me a while to get over her, but eventually I did. If I could have done it all again, I would've gotten my class ring back from her before dumping her. When I contacted her later about getting it back, she told me she had already given it back to me.

P.S. -- I continued to work at the hotel during summers when I came home from college. One of the events we catered was a wedding reception for....yep....you guessed it, it was her. She ended up marrying her old boyfriend.

[rkmsuf]

Needless to say, I didn't take her to the carnival the next night.

You heartless bastard.

[Glengoyne]

Dated a Girl in High School. Went to College...dated other girls..Got back together with girl I dated in Highschool....She broke up with me...I "won" her back...I helped her through school..I didn't pay for school, but I generally helped with money as I was working...

-We got married shortly after she graduates.
-She gets a job teaching..she is now making the money, and I'm to go back to finish school.
-I'm suddenly not cool enough to hang with her new teacher friends. That wasn't said at the time, but looking back that is what was going on. I didn't really care too much, cause it gave me a chance to do my own thing, and see my old single buddies from time to time.
-Then she doesn't return home from a new years eve party until 8AM. I was working nights, and didn't get home till 4AM...a few hours earlier than expected.
-I go a little off when I find she spent the night at a fellow male teachers house.
-Consider the next few days extremely tense.
-I finally go balistic..and she admits to having an affair with the guy.
-I don't know exactly what to do, but she says it is over, and she'll do what it takes to make our marriage right.
-Thus follows three weeks of hell, during which she breaks it off with him, goes through counciling with me, and we try to piece things back together. At one point we go shopping and I ask her what the hell she is doing looking at swimsuits in the middle of January(important later). This period boils down to me wanting her to show contrition or at least admit fault for sleeping around, and her resenting my anger.
-Then I come home from work one day for lunch...well I was working nights so really dinner. Most of her possessions are gone, and her wedding and engagement ring are sitting on the kitchen table. She left me a "dear John" on the answering machine.
-A couple of days later I get a letter from a travel agency confirming her trip to hawaii with her new beau.(Thus the importance of the swimsuit).
-She also managed to pay off damn near all of her personal credit accounts, while paying the minimums on mine.


I think that'll do for a summary.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

This thread is starting to make me ashamed to be a woman. These chicks are all so horrible.

[lurker]

So I read "lungs" as "lurker", and when I read the first half of the first sentence I got kinda excited...

Hey JeeberD, I hate to burst your bubble further, but since you have no idea how I look, you have nothing to base your excitement on. In all likelihood, since this is the internet, I’m probably really an eighty-year old mountain man. And not Indian :)

[Izulde]

That reminds me, at Fourth of July dinner last night with my cousin, the following story came up that fits perfectly with this thread.

The last time Scott (my cousin) had been in Las Vegas was May of '86, with Bob, his brother, my aunt, my grandfather, and my parents.

Bob was really happy to be in Vegas and commented that his wife had been really enthusiastic about his going.

Well, when Bob got home, he came home to... an entirely empty house.

Wife was gone, kids were gone, furniture was gone, carpeting was gone, literally everything in the house was gone, even the bindings that kept the curtains in place were taken.

Scott said it was the only time he'd seen Bob cry.

To make it worse, Bob never did manage to get *any* of his stuff back from her, including his grandmother's antique table, which is the only thing he really wanted back if he could only have one thing.

So he had to start over from scratch. Now everything in his house is from rummage sales, estate sales, or were freebies from people who lent him a hand.

He's never married again and only goes on a date once in a blue moon.

[Glengoyne]

...

Well, when Bob got home, he came home... an entirely empty house.

Wife was gone, kids were gone, furniture was gone, carpeting was gone, literally everything in the house was gone, even the bindings that kept the also gone curtains were taken.
....
Well at least my ex left me the answering machine.

[Izulde]

Well at least my ex left me the answering machine.

Only to give you the Dear John announcement via it, probably. :D

[Samdari]

This thread is starting to make me ashamed to be a woman. These chicks are all so horrible.

Perhaps it is because it is the men who are telling these stories?

I am not arguing that you should not be embarassed to be a woman - all women should, I am merely pointing out that the protagonist and antagonist in every drama depends very much on the point of view of the storyteller.

The exception being the woman who turned tricks in indoorsoccersim's father's house.

[Ksyrup]

I expected the typical high school/college "love of a life" relationship crash-and-burns, but I'll admit to being caught off-guard by the number of marriages that have ended so badly. My wife and I just celebrated 8 years, and while I realize people can change over time, or some life-altering illness/tragedy could occur at any time, I can't imagine things going downhill such that our relationship could end so badly. And yet I know it happens.

[Glengoyne]

Only to give you the Dear John announcement via it, probably. :D
the BITCH!!!

But I'm not bitter.

[rkmsuf]

I still can't believe he didn't take her to the carnival.

[Ksyrup]

Perhaps it is because it is the men who are telling these stories?

I am not arguing that you should not be embarassed to be a woman - all women should
On the first point - that's what I was thinking. In the typical relationship gone bad, there is plenty of blame to go around. Maybe not in these particular cases, but ordinarily things aren't so one-sided.

On the second point - LOL!

[Comey]

I've been broken up with via an answering machine (when I was 16, my parents were going through a divorce, and I was quite unstable). The girl I was dating for 9 months (at that point) went to a religious retreat (her mom was something in a local church, but the girl wasn't that religious). She came back saying she had met a guy, and was going to his prom (she was a freshman, I was a sophomore, this guy was a senior).

He lived in Maryland. We lived in PA.

She also wanted to learn to play poker, because they were going to play strip poker. I actually got through this with her in my life...for another four months, in fact. Then, one day, I was at the YMCA (for noon pickup basketball), and I was on the phone with her. I then realized I got sick of her shit, and I said "You know, I don't think I'm going to talk to you anymore. Have a good summer." I then hung up the phone, and moved on to the next girl.

I was also broken up with via IM. We got back together two months later, and got married six years later (and are currently separated).

I have had some very, very interesting relationships. The one breakup I leveled on a girl...in between the first girl and my wife, both of which I have written, I had several other girlfriends. Nothing very serious...but I didn't know how to break up with them. One of my friends said I should just screen my calls and not pick up. That worked for two girls. But the third one...that didn't work. She was not letting go easily.

So, one of my other friends (my two friends and I were VERY Seinfeldish) gave me a line from a Bad Boys movie. One night, I was babysitting my neighbors' kids (very easy money), and I was talking to her. Her basketball team, arguably the worst in the state, had gotten beat 73-9 to a rival. I had played that night, and scored 20 points. I had a good laugh that I was averaging more points per game than they were, and let her know of that. She began to reply, and in a very asshole-ish move, said "All right, I gotta go. But before I do, I have one more thing to say.

"The transaction's done. We ain't got shit, so it's over."

I then hung up the phone. I never heard from her until the first day of spring vacation. She actually called me, and wanted to know if I wanted to go shoot hoops. I was like "No....?", and then she said "Emily will be there." Emily went on to become my wife. So, she basically set me up with my wife, though she was trying to get back together with me.

One last little tidbit, as to the sanity of this girl...the week after I was introduced to Em, Em had had an awful week. So I got a few flowers, not to get brownie points, but because I was genuinely concerned. I brought them to her house, rang the door bell...

...and my ex-gf answered.

And she watched me give the flowers to Em.

I believe a switch went off inside her. We had some street chalk outside that we were screwing around with, and she went outside, wrote something, and stormed off. What she wrote was "JC SHOULD DIE!" One of my friends, the one who came up with the Bad Boys line, asked what JC Penney had ever done to her.

I was legitmiately afraid. I had only dated this girl out of a sob story she gave me...she was 5'11, and she wasn't big, but she wasn't petite. I was quite scared.

So yeah. There's my rambling.

[mrsimperless]

I was also broken up with via IM. We got back together two months later, and got married six years later (and are currently separated).

So you were in fact using IM before Al Gore even invented the internet. Outlandish!

[sterlingice]

I am not arguing that you should not be embarassed to be a woman - all women should, I am merely pointing out that the protagonist and antagonist in every drama depends very much on the point of view of the storyteller.
I feel kindof embarassed to enjoy this and its companion thread. But I take some solace in the fact that I skim over the story parts to get to posts like this, which are the real gold in the thread :D

SI

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

I am not arguing that you should not be embarassed to be a woman - all women should
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[Ksyrup]

He meant it in the nicest way possible.

[Samdari]

Oh - Mrs Sam does not know where this board is - she knows I frequent one, and that it is vaguely related to some football game she does not understand, but I am not stupid enough to give her an address.

[SFL Cat]

I still can't believe he didn't take her to the carnival.

That's just the kind of heartless bastard I am. It was her fault, though. She shouldn't have been smooching around with this guy until AFTER I had taken her.

[Arles]

Oh - Mrs Sam does not know where this board is - she knows I frequent one, and that it is vaguely related to some football game she does not understand, but I am not stupid enough to give her an address.
You're missing the point. If your wife joins and frequents the board:

A. You don't have to ever worry about her "finding out" and being all pissed off at you about what you wrote.

B. You will probably get enough dirt on her to cancel out anything she could get on you.

C. (most importantly) You don't have to worry about slipping up and mentioning something you talked about on FOFC, but didn't want her to know about.

Overall, it's quite the liberating process :cool:

[sterlingice]

You're missing the point. If your wife joins and frequents the board:

A. You don't have to ever worry about her "finding out" and being all pissed off at you about what you wrote.

B. You will probably get enough dirt on her to cancel out anything she could get on you.

C. (most importantly) You don't have to worry about slipping up and mentioning something you talked about on FOFC, but didn't want her to know about.

Overall, it's quite the liberating process :cool:
Or at least that's what he's being told to say ;)

SI

[SFL Cat]

B. You will probably get enough dirt on her to cancel out anything she could get on you.


Arles is sleeping on the sofa tonight ... nana nana boo boo!!!

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

Arles is sleeping on the sofa tonight ... nana nana boo boo!!!
He's just trying to be nice so I won't tell the story of when he dumped me and what a bastard he was when he did.

[SFL Cat]

He's just trying to be nice so I won't tell the story of when he dumped me and what a bastard he was when he did.

I for one would appreciate a female perspective on this topic, no offense Arles.
;)

[Samdari]

Or at least that's what he's being told to say ;)

SI

I was just thinking - looks like Arles FOFC password was actually the intellectual property of .400.

Mrs Sam has actually lurked here - at least read one thread. Besides, I have never said anything here that I would not say in front of her.

I think.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

I for one would appreciate a female perspective on this topic, no offense Arles.
;) Ok the short version:

We had been dating for about two months. One day we were in his apartment making out. I could tell he wasn't really in to it so I asked him what was wrong, thinking he wasn't feeling well or something - he was always into making out.

He took a deap breath and went into this discussion of how while he liked me, I was a nice girl, I was cute blahblahblahblahblah I just didn't do it for him. I think his exact words were "There's just no spark". Completely out of the blue, he was usually octopus arms all over me. He wanted to be friends. I was crushed.

We remained friends and for the next two to three months I would listen to him talk about the chicks he was dating. How hot he thought they were blahblahblahblah. I was supportive, as a friend would be. In that time I hadn't dated anyone worth mentioning. Then I met someone I really liked, and introduced the two one night while Arlie was on his way to a party. At the party he got puking, fall down drunk. Arlie and a friend showed up at my apartment hours later talking about how they were going to beat the crap out of my new boyfriend if he was there when they showed up.

Then in his drunken haze, Arlie then went on to explain that there always was a spark, he just didn't want to piss off his parents by dating me. I think he passed out at my place, but I don't remember. I know his friend did but I just can't recall where Arlie slept that night.

About two more weeks of sober discussion, we ended up dating again.

yadda yadda yadda

I'm now knocked up. So I guess there was a spark at some point.

EDIT: I think his parents still aren't happy he married me. But now that I'm pregnant with the golden grandson, they're coming around.

[Arles]

He's just trying to be nice so I won't tell the story of when he dumped me and what a bastard he was when he did.
Hey, I've never had a bad breakup in my life. I could call any girl I ever dated and the conversation wouldn't be awkward in the least.

Of course, before Farrah (and even including Farrah early on ;) ), I often bailed pretty early in the process. :p

And it wasn't because of my parents, I just had some "commitment issues" in my early 20s (which goes to the earlier point as well).

[BigJohn&TheLions]

Mine: I was seeing this woman for a couple months. When I realized that there was no communication and all we did was get together for sex I called to break up with her. Before I could tell her what I had to say she told me she was pregnant. She then asked what I wanted to talk about... "Umm... nothing really."

[Arles]

Actually, knowing Farrah hates to be told she "can't have something", I figured the "no spark" line would get her even more motivated to stay with me. And, given we've been married for 5+ years, I'd say the theory worked :cool:

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

Actually, knowing Farrah hates to be told she "can't have something", I figured the "no spark" line would get her even more motivated to stay with me. And, given we've been married for 5+ years, I'd say the theory worked :cool:
http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/mad.gif

[NoMyths]

http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/mad.gifCouch!!!

[mrsimperless]

Mine: I was seeing this woman for a couple months. When I realized that there was no communication and all we did was get together for sex I called to break up with her. Before I could tell her what I had to say she told me she was pregnant. She then asked what I wanted to talk about... "Umm... nothing really."

Please continue the story for the love!

[BigJohn&TheLions]

A friend of mine: His wife of two years walks in the door on his birthday. She tells him that she got married too early and missed out on having a life. She was sick of being a wife and mother. She was leaving and moving in with another guy who was a friend of his. She walked out on him, leaving him to raise a 2 year old son and 1 year old daughter.

Years later he says it was the best birthday present he ever received.

[mrsimperless]

Well, I already posted mine in Johnny's thread, but I wanted to add some more detail. I was broken up with by a girl and went through the despair/denial that is not all too uncommon. The thing I did to try and hold on to the relationship was I wrote and recorded a song for her and gave her the CD. Everything was original, the cover art, the music, etc. Looking back it was a pretty toolbaggish thing to do (along with the desperate flowers that I sent and all that other crap - but I actually sent all that stuff before she broke up with me, she just didnt get it until later) but it actually turned out quite well. In fact I think she was really touched by it but was too afraid at the time to continue the relationship. (A long history of back and forth, breaking up, all that jazz) Anyway, I think doing that actually helped me to get over her. When it was all said and done I knew that I had done everything in my power to save the relationship, it was simply out of my control. Plus it was more fuel on the fire when she actually did want to date again and *I* got to be the one to do the rejecting. Sucks we're not friends anymore though, because we could make each other laugh for hours on end.

[AZSpeechCoach]

Two interconnected Stories:

I was a Sophomore in high school, a speech and drama geek. I had become friendly with one of my teammates (SD). SD and I had started calling each other at night to talk. I was unaware that SD was dating someone at the time, but it appears that I was a more tempting target. After one tournament, on the van ride home, SD reached over and started holding my hand. That sparked the relationship.

What I was not aware of for a few weeks is how messed up SD was mentally. She had a history of attention-getting habits, including faked suicide attempts (never anything that would seriously hurt her, but enough to get me worried...a scratch on the wrist, a phone call claiming to have taken pills, but suddenly becoming perfectly okay when I started to call for help, etc.) Her father was abusive, so I couldn't go to them. My parents tried to be supportive, but they saw the manipulations, and cautioned me about it. SD would break up with me twice a month, just to let me twist until she took me back.

About 15 months later, I was ready to be done with this. SD had revealed herself as a witch (Wiccan), and had really turned up the needy behavior. I was going to Pittsburgh, PA for a Carnegie Mellon University Pre-College Drama Conservatory for 8 weeks, and SD was seeing the writing on the wall, so she was trying to guilt me into staying with her, not going, etc.

I had planned not to give her my phone number, so that all communication would be by letter. I arrived at CMU and met a girl from Texas, BH. BH was in speech as well, and we hit it off as buddies quickly, especially when we found out that we would be in many of the same classes during the summer. Having a female friend reminded me of how stifling it was with SD, and I decided that I would break it off when I returned to AZ. The first Wednesday of the session, I get a phone call in my dorm room. SD had called the main office of the University, and gotten my number by pretending to be a relative with a family emergency. I said that I was ready to break up, she claimed to have a serious medical condition. I smelled bullshit, and said that at the very least, I wanted to put everything on hold until I got back. SD said that she had really been in love with a mutual friend, and that she didn't need me. She then had the mutual friend call me to berate me for breaking up. I told him that he could have her, and he was shocked, as he had never had any interest in her. It was a lie on her part. She also cursed me and my family with a nightmare spell.

I sent an official dear Jane letter a few days later, and spent the rest of the summer getting closer to BH. I was sad when BH went to visit her boyfriend who was staying in New Jersey, I was happy when we were together, and over the course of the summer, I felt sparks flaring up. Boyfriend took her for granted, and she realized that I was not a bad option.

By the end of the summer, we were a couple. She went back to Texas, I went back to AZ, and we started writing and calling (this was over 10 years ago, so e-mail and cell phones were not widespread). Three letters a week and a phone call was our average. BH came to AZ to spend New Years with me, and we planned for me to go to TX for her prom and graduation.

When I returned to AZ, I had collected everything that SD had given me over the course of our 15 months, and returned it to her. It finally hit her that this was over, and the rest of the speech season was very uncomfortable for all involved.

Over the course of the year, one BH's speech teammates (male) had escaped his abusive house and moved in as a foster child. When I visited her, their relationship made me uncomfortable. BH was not very passionate with me, what had been a blazing fire had cooled to a space heater. I wrote it off as jealousy, but I left TX very uneasy. When I got back to AZ, I wrote to BH and asked her about it. She wrote back that she had fallen in love with her teammate, and she was torn between us. I sent back a vicious letter that told her that she didn't need to choose.

This began a weird time where we both went to college, got e-mail, and started e-mailing civilly, until I would become jealous of something in her life, and would snap, then BH would snap back, and we would be silent for a few weeks, then one of us would hold out an olive branch, until the next blow-up.

In the Spring, BH came down with Mystenia Gravas (sp), which is a disorder similar to Multiple Schlerosis. She had to go back to TX, and we fell out of touch. I met the future Mrs. SpeechCoach at a college tournament, and the rest is history. BH and I still occasionally keep in touch. She is in remission, but has been through a divorce (not the former teammate).

SD let her bitterness build until she became a lesbian and she now lives with her dozen cats.

[stevew]

Two interconnected Stories:

I was a Sophomore in high school, a speech and drama geek. I had become friendly with one of my teammates (SD). SD and I had started calling each other at night to talk. I was unaware that SD was dating someone at the time, but it appears that I was a more tempting target. After one tournament, on the van ride home, SD reached over and started holding my hand. That sparked the relationship.

What I was not aware of for a few weeks is how messed up SD was mentally. She had a history of attention-getting habits, including faked suicide attempts (never anything that would seriously hurt her, but enough to get me worried...a scratch on the wrist, a phone call claiming to have taken pills, but suddenly becoming perfectly okay when I started to call for help, etc.) Her father was abusive, so I couldn't go to them. My parents tried to be supportive, but they saw the manipulations, and cautioned me about it. SD would break up with me twice a month, just to let me twist until she took me back.

About 15 months later, I was ready to be done with this. SD had revealed herself as a witch (Wiccan), and had really turned up the needy behavior. I was going to Pittsburgh, PA for a Carnegie Mellon University Pre-College Drama Conservatory for 8 weeks, and SD was seeing the writing on the wall, so she was trying to guilt me into staying with her, not going, etc.

I had planned not to give her my phone number, so that all communication would be by letter. I arrived at CMU and met a girl from Texas, BH. BH was in speech as well, and we hit it off as buddies quickly, especially when we found out that we would be in many of the same classes during the summer. Having a female friend reminded me of how stifling it was with SD, and I decided that I would break it off when I returned to AZ. The first Wednesday of the session, I get a phone call in my dorm room. SD had called the main office of the University, and gotten my number by pretending to be a relative with a family emergency. I said that I was ready to break up, she claimed to have a serious medical condition. I smelled bullshit, and said that at the very least, I wanted to put everything on hold until I got back. SD said that she had really been in love with a mutual friend, and that she didn't need me. She then had the mutual friend call me to berate me for breaking up. I told him that he could have her, and he was shocked, as he had never had any interest in her. It was a lie on her part. She also cursed me and my family with a nightmare spell.

I sent an official dear Jane letter a few days later, and spent the rest of the summer getting closer to BH. I was sad when BH went to visit her boyfriend who was staying in New Jersey, I was happy when we were together, and over the course of the summer, I felt sparks flaring up. Boyfriend took her for granted, and she realized that I was not a bad option.

By the end of the summer, we were a couple. She went back to Texas, I went back to AZ, and we started writing and calling (this was over 10 years ago, so e-mail and cell phones were not widespread). Three letters a week and a phone call was our average. BH came to AZ to spend New Years with me, and we planned for me to go to TX for her prom and graduation.

When I returned to AZ, I had collected everything that SD had given me over the course of our 15 months, and returned it to her. It finally hit her that this was over, and the rest of the speech season was very uncomfortable for all involved.

Over the course of the year, one BH's speech teammates (male) had escaped his abusive house and moved in as a foster child. When I visited her, their relationship made me uncomfortable. BH was not very passionate with me, what had been a blazing fire had cooled to a space heater. I wrote it off as jealousy, but I left TX very uneasy. When I got back to AZ, I wrote to BH and asked her about it. She wrote back that she had fallen in love with her teammate, and she was torn between us. I sent back a vicious letter that told her that she didn't need to choose.

This began a weird time where we both went to college, got e-mail, and started e-mailing civilly, until I would become jealous of something in her life, and would snap, then BH would snap back, and we would be silent for a few weeks, then one of us would hold out an olive branch, until the next blow-up.

In the Spring, BH came down with Mystenia Gravas (sp), which is a disorder similar to Multiple Schlerosis. She had to go back to TX, and we fell out of touch. I met the future Mrs. SpeechCoach at a college tournament, and the rest is history. BH and I still occasionally keep in touch. She is in remission, but has been through a divorce (not the former teammate).

SD let her bitterness build until she became a lesbian and she now lives with her dozen cats.

SkyDog?

[sterlingice]

SkyDog?
No, he's more for a dozen purple penguins.

SI

[Solecismic]

A couple of months before I met Angela, I was starting to date this music major at Washington. Very interesting girl, but I was a lot older and more jaded. Anyhow, she had this incredibly irritating habit of sniffling a lot. At first, I thought it was just a long cold, and it would blow over, so to speak. But it didn't. I asked her about it, and she said she had no idea she was doing it. And we're talking Herculean Monster Sniffles here. Maybe even a snort or two.

It got to the point where the sniffles were just driving me insane. I'd break dates, I'd screen calls and avoid returning her messages. I would listen for every sniffle (yeah, yeah, I know, Front Office Kleenex Boxes), I became hypersensitive to them. Finally, after a couple of weeks of messages on my machine, I called back and left her a message breaking up with her. She called back and left me a 10-minute message telling me what a shallow jerk I was. She was entirely right, and didn't sniffle once during the entire message.

[sovereignstar]

A couple of months before I met Angela, I was starting to date this music major at Washington. Very interesting girl, but I was a lot older and more jaded. Anyhow, she had this incredibly irritating habit of sniffling a lot. At first, I thought it was just a long cold, and it would blow over, so to speak. But it didn't. I asked her about it, and she said she had no idea she was doing it. And we're talking Herculean Monster Sniffles here. Maybe even a snort or two.

It got to the point where the sniffles were just driving me insane. I'd break dates, I'd screen calls and avoid returning her messages. I would listen for every sniffle (yeah, yeah, I know, Front Office Kleenex Boxes), I became hypersensitive to them. Finally, after a couple of weeks of messages on my machine, I called back and left her a message breaking up with her. She called back and left me a 10-minute message telling me what a shallow jerk I was. She was entirely right, and didn't sniffle once during the entire message.
George: What about the pact?

[DanGarion]

Dangarion....you and I need to talk.

...lots of stuff...

Seriously, Dangarion - that is one story that sounded too close to home.

Yeah those stories are pretty close. I doubt it's the same girl she was born and raised in CA. She was crazy. Too bad for her. :)

[DanGarion]

A couple of months before I met Angela, I was starting to date this music major at Washington. Very interesting girl, but I was a lot older and more jaded. Anyhow, she had this incredibly irritating habit of sniffling a lot. At first, I thought it was just a long cold, and it would blow over, so to speak. But it didn't. I asked her about it, and she said she had no idea she was doing it. And we're talking Herculean Monster Sniffles here. Maybe even a snort or two.

It got to the point where the sniffles were just driving me insane. I'd break dates, I'd screen calls and avoid returning her messages. I would listen for every sniffle (yeah, yeah, I know, Front Office Kleenex Boxes), I became hypersensitive to them. Finally, after a couple of weeks of messages on my machine, I called back and left her a message breaking up with her. She called back and left me a 10-minute message telling me what a shallow jerk I was. She was entirely right, and didn't sniffle once during the entire message.
And then you announced TCY 2? :)

[ThunderingHERD]

I was once with a girl for a while and really didn't like her all that much. She was annoying as hell and I had to drink a whole bottle of whiskey just to be around her.

So one night she wanted to hang out and I didn't have enough money for whiskey because I had just ordered Domino's. She asked if I wanted to hang out and I said no. She asked me why and I told her I had a pizza on the way and not enough money to get drunk. That was that.

Man, that sounds like every relationship I've had for the last 3 years.

[CraigSca]

Yeah those stories are pretty close. I doubt it's the same girl she was born and raised in CA. She was crazy. Too bad for her. :)
I spoke to my wife about this and she was sure it had to be the same person. Alas, my nut job was from Philadelphia.

Now...really, when I mentioned to my wife about breakup stories she thought I would tell you all my "other" story. Let's just say it includes...late night answering messages with "You Oughta Know" sung to it's entirety, Illinois Division of Public Records, and uh...a picture that looks like a whale's eye.

That's all. :D

[SFL Cat]

Couch!!!

Don't know...this could be bordering on garage material.

[NoMyths]

A couple of months before I met Angela, I was starting to date this music major at Washington. Very interesting girl, but I was a lot older and more jaded. Anyhow, she had this incredibly irritating habit of sniffling a lot. At first, I thought it was just a long cold, and it would blow over, so to speak. But it didn't. I asked her about it, and she said she had no idea she was doing it. And we're talking Herculean Monster Sniffles here. Maybe even a snort or two.I had the exact same situation with a girl I dated in high school. Drove me to distraction, but I didn't break up with her over it...broke up with her after going away to college and meeting cooler girls. :)

[NoMyths]

dola...

Here's (http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1682065,00.html) a pretty bad recent break-up story as well, that probably trumps most of the others here.

[Airhog]

SD let her bitterness build until she became a lesbian and she now lives with her dozen cats.


Skydog has cats?

[SFL Cat]

dola...

Here's (http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1682065,00.html) a pretty bad recent break-up story as well, that probably trumps most of the others here.

Holy crap!!! He only got six years for doing that?

[Dr. Sak]

True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...

[mhass]

True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
I hate when that happens.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
I'm surely going to hell because this one made me LMAO.

I'm sorry.

[CHEMICAL SOLDIER]

I had the exact same situation with a girl I dated in high school. Drove me to distraction, but I didn't break up with her over it...broke up with her after going away to college and meeting cooler girls. :)
So ture, but nothing beats the bipolar clown that I dated a few years back, she really was a clown. :(

[Glengoyne]

Oh - Mrs Sam does not know where this board is - she knows I frequent one, and that it is vaguely related to some football game she does not understand, but I am not stupid enough to give her an address. I left the board up on my monitor this morning, and the Mrs. saw I had posted in this breakup thread. So she checked into it, AND the JohnnyG's relationship thread.

I was a bit surprised when she mentioned it over dinner...Picture an awkward silence, as I try and remember what I had typed. It doesn't bother me at all that she found the posts, I'm just basically happy she didn't get pissed about me telling you guys things I'm pretty sure I'd never told her about the last days of that Other marriage.

[bob]

Wow, reading through all of these, sounds like I got off easy. Despite being pissed off about what happened, especially since she said she knew she didn't want to be married for months before the wedding (info that would have been useful at the time), she didn't take all my stuff, run up my credit cards, or steal my dog. In fact, she took her clothing and personal stuff, and I kept my stuff, the house, the furniture, the engagement ring, etc.

[wade moore]

Wow, is this the first documented case of breakup sex being the first time for a particular couple?
I would say when you combine it with the first time period for 1/2 the couple, its quite possible..

[Radii]

As a young, stupid, naive(and did I mention stupid?) 20 year old college student I fell for someone over the internet. I was dropping out of college anyway, but isntead of taking a great job I'd been offered in Atlanta, I decided to move to West Virginia to be with what I knew was the love of my life. We had met a few times and I could have already seen all the signs that she was totally nutso, but I was young and stupid and ignored them.

So I live in West Virginia with this girl for 3 months. In month 1 she cheated on me with her MANAGER AT BURGER KING(man, what a low point). In month 2 she tried to kill herself b/c I was talking about leaving. In month 3, after i had decided I was leaving(but couldn't immediately b/c I was a stupid, naive 20 year old without a car), we had breakup sex a couple of times, and she informed me that she stopped taking the pill b/c if she got pregnant I couldn't leave.

After leaving(and taking the job that was still available to me in Atlanta, thank god... without that god knows where I'd be now)... she downed a bottle of some prescription that I left up there by accident while packing, her dad(who was nuts in his own right) blamed me for trying to kill her. After that, they started telling me that I owed them thousands of dollars for living expenses and things that happened while I was up there(the girl told me that her dad was willing to pay all of our utilities while we got on our feet, we were only responsible for rent... he'd been paying her way anyway before I got there. The girl then told her dad i'd pay him back, nicely manipulating both of us)

When I refused to pay them thousands of dollars, her dad sent me an e-mail saying that "I was violent, if I don't pay, they'll tell the police that I raped her." Now 21, still pretty naive, this threw me a bit. It took a couple of days of consulting the free legal services at Ga Tech(as far as they knew I was still a student) and then calling up a few legal services in West Virginia to feel confidant that this was extortion. I sent them a check for like $40(for something I promised to pay for during an argument, I felt like I had to hold up my end on that) out of the $1500+ they were asking for, blocked all e-mails, and never heard from them again.

[JeeberD]

In month 1 she cheated on me with her MANAGER AT BURGER KING(man, what a low point).

I take offense to that, Radii. I was once a manager at BK and I, of course, am pretty hot stuff. ;)

[CamEdwards]

I take offense to that, Radii. I was once a manager at BK and I, of course, am pretty hot stuff. ;)

There's a "Whopper" line to be said here, but I'm not going to do it.

[JeeberD]

Oh, so the wife told you, eh Cam?

[CamEdwards]

yeah, she said you were the kiddie meal type, but that you didn't even come with a good toy.

[JeeberD]

Ouch.

I should know better than to try to verbally spar with someone who runs their mouth for a living...

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

yeah, she said you were the kiddie meal type, but that you didn't even come with a good toy.
Funny - I recall having the same conversation with her about you. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif

[MacroGuru]

Funny - I recall having the same conversation with her about you. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif
Zing! :eek:

[Samdari]

Funny - I recall having the same conversation with her about you. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif

The scary part is we know that women don't really have these conversations with men, so when men say these things we know they are jokes. But we all suspect that women do have these conversations with other women, so this is potentially true....

[Ksyrup]

The scary part is we know that women don't really have these conversations with men, so when men say these things we know they are jokes. But we all suspect that women do have these conversations with other women, so this is potentially true....
Especially given the history between Cam and Farrah:


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does this mean we get to see your boobs, or you get to see my wife's?

either way, I'm up for it. http://dynamic.gamespy.com/~fof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif
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does this mean we get to see your boobs, or you get to see my wife's?

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I had planned on bringing chocolate truffles as a hostess gift. Figured that would be just as good.
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Apparently there have been some, um, "conversations" between the two couples before... :cool:

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

I don't think I ever saw boobage that weekend, but I don't remember.

[CamEdwards]

I saw more boobs than I could shake a stick at, thanks to the wireless webcam I set up. :)

[SFL Cat]

I suppose that is another difference between men and women. I'd DEFINITELY remember if I'd seen boobage somewhere.

[BigJohn&TheLions]

I saw more boobs than I could shake a stick at, thanks to the wireless webcam I set up. :)

Quit shaking your stick at the computer screen. You can go blind like that...

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

I saw more boobs than I could shake a stick at, thanks to the wireless webcam I set up. :)
Its sad you have to spy on your wife like that.

[CamEdwards]

Its sad you have to spy on your wife like that.

you're funny. I hope you get stretch marks. :mad:

[NoMyths]

you're funny. I hope you get stretch marks. :mad:Couch!!!

[SFL Cat]

* Ding * Ding * Ding *

Cam and Farrah....to your corners.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

you're funny. I hope you get stretch marks. :mad:
http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/eek.gif evil little man

[Franklinnoble]

* Ding * Ding * Ding *

Cam and Farrah....to your corners.
What, are you crazy? This is getting good.... http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif

[sterlingice]

What, are you crazy? This is getting good.... http://dynamic.gamespy.com/%7Efof/forums/images/smilies/biggrin.gif
What the crazy guy said ;)

SI

[sterlingice]

Despite being pissed off about what happened, especially since she said she knew she didn't want to be married for months before the wedding (info that would have been useful at the time)
All I can picture is a little Adam Sandler icon with the words "This could have been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!"

SI

[JeeberD]

Hey JeeberD, I hate to burst your bubble further, but since you have no idea how I look, you have nothing to base your excitement on. In all likelihood, since this is the internet, I’m probably really an eighty-year old mountain man. And not Indian :)

You're exactly right, it is the internet. So I can base my excitement on anything I want...like the fact that in my imagination you look just like some hot Bollywood starlet. :)

Plus I know that Pass wouldn't be getting married to an unattractive woman. I mean, he was a math major for gods sake. He must have been beating the women off with a stick! :D

[korme]

This thread is great. Keep posting more broken heart stories.

[Schmidty]

These are all one-sided stories. I guarantee that if we heard both sides, half of you would look like fuck-ups.

Yes, I'm cynical.

[bob]

All I can picture is a little Adam Sandler icon with the words "This could have been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!"

SI

To be honest with you, this went through my head when it all happened.

[Karlifornia]

Here's one involving me:

When I was around 17, my best buddy "Greg" started dating this girl. We'll call her "Korrie". She was chubby all throughout high school, and Greg liked her but he was embarrassed of what people would think of him if he went out with her, so he didn't. After one summer, she lost a considerable amount of weight, and she was now fairly attractive. She and Greg dated for about a week, and she broke up with him before they got "physical". Well, one night the three of us were hanging out at Greg's house, and after Greg went to bed, Korrie attacked me and started making out with me hardcore in his living room. Me and Korrie started going out, and she took my virginity about a week later. After 2 months of dating her (during which she told me she loved me, and I reciprocated that sentiment, not knowing what the hell love really was), and obviously damaging my friendship with Greg, I dumped her and brought a new girl over to Greg's house a few nights later. Korrie was there, and ran off crying, and Greg consoled her. They started going out again that night.

About 3 or 4 months later, Korrie and Greg decided I was worthy of being their friend again, and I started dating one of Korrie's friends. We'll call her "Melanie". Well, Mel still had a boyfriend she was trying to ditch, and one night I walked her to her car and started making out with her against her '68 VW Bug. She broke the kiss and said, "Oh my god, it's 'Eduardo' ". Now, Eduardo played offensive line for the community college football team. Eduardo was 6'3" 270 pounds. Eduardo was mad. I guess being that upset makes you think you're black, because he started shouting "I'm gonna kick this nigga's ass" to what was once the love of his life. She tried to keep him separated from me, but it was to no avail. I saw him adjusting his class ring. A big, jewelry-assisted right cross hit in square in the bridge of my nose before I even saw it coming. I somehow stayed on my feet, and Mel was yelling at both of us to leave. For a second a pretended as if I didn't want to leave, but I would only out of the respect for the lady. I hightailed it out of there with blood pouring down my face. Mel found me a few minutes later to tell me he was gone. As she nursed me on my couch, she said to me, "I understand if you never want to see me again". Drunk, and concussed, I said something that post-9/11 would equate to, "I can't let the terrorists win". The next morning I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the shades. It was Eduardo. Now, I'm not going to lie. I ran upstairs, grabbed a baseball batt, and lied in wait as Mel answered the door. After about 30 seconds of waiting, she told me to come downstairs, sans bat. He apologized for hitting me, I apologized for taking his woman, and he took me out to lunch, and gave me pointers on being with Mel. I listened to what he had to say, but the whole time I wanted to retort, "Yeah, it really worked out for you".

In the end, Glen, Korrie, Mel, and myself all moved into an apartment together, and Mel and I broke up after she drunkenly attacked me a few months ago. Good times.

EDIT: Glen and Korrie got engaged last weekend in Hawaii after almost 4 years of going steady.

[mrsimperless]

Here's one involving me:

When I was around 17, my best buddy "Greg" started dating this girl. We'll call her "Korrie". She was chubby all throughout high school, and Greg liked her but he was embarrassed of what people would think of him if he went out with her, so he didn't. After one summer, she lost a considerable amount of weight, and she was now fairly attractive. She and Greg dated for about a week, and she broke up with him before they got "physical". Well, one night the three of us were hanging out at Greg's house, and after Greg went to bed, Korrie attacked me and started making out with me hardcore in his living room. Me and Korrie started going out, and she took my virginity about a week later. After 2 months of dating her (during which she told me she loved me, and I reciprocated that sentiment, not knowing what the hell love really was), and obviously damaging my friendship with Greg, I dumped her and brought a new girl over to Greg's house a few nights later. Korrie was there, and ran off crying, and Greg consoled her. They started going out again that night.

About 3 or 4 months later, Korrie and Greg decided I was worthy of being their friend again, and I started dating one of Korrie's friends. We'll call her "Melanie". Well, Mel still had a boyfriend she was trying to ditch, and one night I walked her to her car and started making out with her against her '68 VW Bug. She broke the kiss and said, "Oh my god, it's 'Eduardo' ". Now, Eduardo played offensive line for the community college football team. Eduardo was 6'3" 270 pounds. Eduardo was mad. I guess being that upset makes you think you're black, because he started shouting "I'm gonna kick this nigga's ass" to what was once the love of his life. She tried to keep him separated from me, but it was to no avail. I saw him adjusting his class ring. A big, jewelry-assisted right cross hit in square in the bridge of my nose before I even saw it coming. I somehow stayed on my feet, and Mel was yelling at both of us to leave. For a second a pretended as if I didn't want to leave, but I would only out of the respect for the lady. I hightailed it out of there with blood pouring down my face. Mel found me a few minutes later to tell me he was gone. As she nursed me on my couch, she said to me, "I understand if you never want to see me again". Drunk, and concussed, I said something that post-9/11 would equate to, "I can't let the terrorists win". The next morning I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the shades. It was Eduardo. Now, I'm not going to lie. I ran upstairs, grabbed a baseball batt, and lied in wait as Mel answered the door. After about 30 seconds of waiting, she told me to come downstairs, sans bat. He apologized for hitting me, I apologized for taking his woman, and he took me out to lunch, and gave me pointers on being with Mel. I listened to what he had to say, but the whole time I wanted to retort, "Yeah, it really worked out for you".

In the end, Glen, Korrie, Mel, and myself all moved into an apartment together, and Mel and I broke up after she drunkenly attacked me a few months ago. Good times.

EDIT: Glen and Korrie got engaged last weekend in Hawaii after almost 4 years of going steady.

That story makes me want to be your friend. Let's hang out.

[Farrah Whitworth-Rahn]

I think we need a poll - whose breakup story sucks the most.

[Karlifornia]

I think we need a poll - whose breakup story sucks the most.

I think we should have a group of categories for the breakups. eg.: Saddest Breakup, Funniest Breakup, Best All-Around Breakup, Breakup Most Likely To Succeed, and Flirtiest Breakup.

[oliegirl]

Hmmm, I have 2 that would qualify :)

Story #1

First serious boyfriend, Mike, was married with 2 kids when we started dating...I was 18, he was 22 or 23 (don't remember). He was separated from his wife, but yes, I know it was a dumb thing to do. Anyway, I fell head over heels for Mike, and after a summer of dating, he moved to TN and I went to college (2nd year)...we did the long distance relationship thing all year, with me driving up to TN as often as I could and racking up some major long distance phone bills. With about 45 days of school left in the year, I decide to drop out, got withdraws after giving a made up sob story to all my professors and advisor, and announce to my parents that I am moving to TN to live with Mike. Now for obvious reasons, they hated Mike. I moved up there, lived in a mobile home for a year - during which time he cheated on me constantly and started beating the crap out of me whenever we would fight - which was pretty frequently. We both had horrible tempers and I was too stupid to realize it would be better just to keep my mouth shut. After a year, we decided to move back to Atlanta, but had NO money...so I call my parents and they agree to let both of us live there - but in separate bedrooms. The fighting and beating continues, but I manage to keep the beating part from my parents. He starts writing bad checks on our joint account and things are going downhill fast...the cheating is getting worse and I finally wise up and break up with him. He moves out, and everything is fine for about a month, when I get calls from places he wrote bad checks to after we had closed the account. I freak out, drive over to where he is living with his mom and confront him. Not surprisingly, he beats the crap out of me, breaks my hand, and threatens to kill me. I get out of the house, drive to Subway and ask to use the phone - call 911 and then my parents. I press charges, relationship dies the horrible ugly death it deserves and Mike is just an ugly memory.

Story #2:

A girl I work with, we'll call her "P", asks if I am dating anyone - which I am not, and she asks if she can set me up with her husbands, we'll call him "J", best friend, who we will call "E". Tells me he is a great guy and that if it wasn't for J, she would have gone after him herself. (This is very important later on) I say yes, the set up works and we end up dating. 3 months in I get pregnant and we decide to get married. Tell the parents and start planning the wedding. About 6 or 7 months later, J leaves P because he is having an affair with a chick in El Paso where he was on a contract job. P lies to E and tells him that I confessed to her that I got pregnant on purpose to "trap" E into marrying me...he confronts me, I tell him it's a lie, he says he doesn't believe me and leaves me - 7 1/2 months pregnant! They start dating, but later break up for unknown reasons. In the meantime, he files court papers against me disputing paternity, which he later dropped, and basically makes my life a living hell for 4 years - until he decides to give up parental rights so he won't have to pay child support, which I of course don't let him do. I now garnish his wages through the state, he hasn't seen his child in over 3 years, and I thank God every day that he left me when he did!

[CamEdwards]

Hmmm, I have 2 that would qualify :)

Story #1

First serious boyfriend, Mike, was married with 2 kids when we started dating...I was 18, he was 22 or 23 (don't remember). He was separated from his wife, but yes, I know it was a dumb thing to do. Anyway, I fell head over heels for Mike, and after a summer of dating, he moved to TN and I went to college (2nd year)...we did the long distance relationship thing all year, with me driving up to TN as often as I could and racking up some major long distance phone bills. With about 45 days of school left in the year, I decide to drop out, got withdraws after giving a made up sob story to all my professors and advisor, and announce to my parents that I am moving to TN to live with Mike. Now for obvious reasons, they hated Mike. I moved up there, lived in a mobile home for a year - during which time he cheated on me constantly and started beating the crap out of me whenever we would fight - which was pretty frequently. We both had horrible tempers and I was too stupid to realize it would be better just to keep my mouth shut. After a year, we decided to move back to Atlanta, but had NO money...so I call my parents and they agree to let both of us live there - but in separate bedrooms. The fighting and beating continues, but I manage to keep the beating part from my parents. He starts writing bad checks on our joint account and things are going downhill fast...the cheating is getting worse and I finally wise up and break up with him. He moves out, and everything is fine for about a month, when I get calls from places he wrote bad checks to after we had closed the account. I freak out, drive over to where he is living with his mom and confront him. Not surprisingly, he beats the crap out of me, breaks my hand, and threatens to kill me. I get out of the house, drive to Subway and ask to use the phone - call 911 and then my parents. I press charges, relationship dies the horrible ugly death it deserves and Mike is just an ugly memory.

Story #2:

A girl I work with, we'll call her "P", asks if I am dating anyone - which I am not, and she asks if she can set me up with her husbands, we'll call him "J", best friend, who we will call "E". Tells me he is a great guy and that if it wasn't for J, she would have gone after him herself. (This is very important later on) I say yes, the set up works and we end up dating. 3 months in I get pregnant and we decide to get married. Tell the parents and start planning the wedding. About 6 or 7 months later, J leaves P because he is having an affair with a chick in El Paso where he was on a contract job. P lies to E and tells him that I confessed to her that I got pregnant on purpose to "trap" E into marrying me...he confronts me, I tell him it's a lie, he says he doesn't believe me and leaves me - 7 1/2 months pregnant! They start dating, but later break up for unknown reasons. In the meantime, he files court papers against me disputing paternity, which he later dropped, and basically makes my life a living hell for 4 years - until he decides to give up parental rights so he won't have to pay child support, which I of course don't let him do. I now garnish his wages through the state, he hasn't seen his child in over 3 years, and I thank God every day that he left me when he did!

So basically by the time Radii came along, the bar was set pretty low? ;)

Glad life's gotten a lot better for you.

[Radii]

So basically by the time Radii came along, the bar was set pretty low? ;)

Glad life's gotten a lot better for you.


Pretty much ;)

[Eaglesfan27]

I thought about putting my worst breakup story here which was my first "real GF" in college cheating on me (and breaking my heart at the time,) but it really is nothing compared to most of these stories.

[CraigSca]

Although I mentioned earlier that mine involved the Illinois Public Health Dept., a picture of a whale eye and "You Oughta Know" sung to me at all hours of the night, I will back away from the gracefully, as I have to learn that life's most humiliating events are not fodder for messageboards.

However, mine would win - hands-down :)

[Suicane75]

When I was 19 I heard a knock on my door. "I need someone to help me", It was my best friend (John) a little bean pole of a dude. Anyhoo, the dude worked with a guy at a resteraunt (Ken), he met the dudes girlfriend (Dawn) one night at a party, they lived about 2 blocks from me. Anyway, my friend was on his way to my house when he ran into the Dawn, she was sobbing that her Ken threatened to beat the crap out of her, he was a Harley riding kickboxer ex con, so of course John offered his (and my) services to sit with her.

I went over to her house with him, turns out the couple had a kid, about 2 months old, more on that later. So I sit there with my friend and the girl all night, she was ok looking to the normal eye but godamn did she have an aura about her that just captivated me. Ken finaly arrived at around 3am, took a look at us, accused her of doubling up on us and went into the bedroom and fell asleep. I felt bad but there was really nothing more to do.

About a week later I was hanging out on the front porch when Ken walked by and appologized, he invited me to come over and hang out, which I do, because i never passed up free booze in those days.

My friend John eventually got sent away to a Christian Commune of some sort, it was that or jail, we even had the going away party at Ken & Dawns.

Once John left, the 3 of us hung out more and more, nothing ever happened between Dawn and I, but I always had a thing for her.


A few things became clear to me as time went on,

1) They were both drunks, cokeheads, maybe meth addicts, and who the hell else knows what. But he was worse than she was as he had the liberty of ducking out and just not coming home from work while she stayed with the kid.

2) They both cheated. He was gone sometimes for 2 days at a time, I know he was getting some strange.


So anyhoo, I would hang out with them, and mostly her, we would just chill with her upstairs neighbour, watch movies, etc.
I would babysit for her alot, which led to a bond with the kid, I mean, I can't even explain it, never liked kids, never holding kids, but the nights I would fall asleep with him on my chest I felt.........I can't even explain it.

During all this time her and I never got physical, I wanted too really badly but I never made a move because as much as an ass as he was I considered him a good friend and because there was a kid involved, I didn't wanna be in the middle of that.

This probably went on for about 6 months, and I got closer to the kid than I should have, I almost convinced myself that I was a better father (I was a better father figure, but I wasn't his father, and I needed to get that thru my head).

Things came to a head one night when I stopped by, it was just Dawn and he baby, I sat down and opened a beer and kicked back. About an hour later Ken came in, all drunk, accusing her of cheating on him, they started yelling and she went into the bedroom with the kid, I could see them from the living room and he started choling her, I went in after him but there was really no fight, by the time I got there he had let her go and moved away, I told him to leave, she ran upstairs to her friends and called the cops. He and I ended up in the backyard having a heart to heart, he was yelling about she cheated on him, how she was drunk too much etc etc, so I break into one of those spiels about "how can you blame her, the way you treat her, you don't value her, if I was lucky enough to have a girl like her I would never treat her the way you do".
The cops finaly show up, she agrees not to press charges if he just leaves and he agrees to it.

Once the hub ub dies down and he's gone she asks me to stay the night, i'm thinking it's in case he comes back, but it's not, her and her friend had been listening from the apartment above and apparently I said all the right things cause it was on like neckbone that night.

I moved in the next day, she would talk to Ken from time to time and we told him that I was only there in case he tried to do anything and he seemed cool about it but im sure he knew we were screwing.

Things were good for awhile, as good as they can be with what were essentialy 2 emotional cripples with drug problems (I was a pretty big drinker back then). But damnit did I love her, and the kid. And for the first time in my life I actualy felt like I had something to live for.

After that Ken slowly started coming around more and more (under the pretense of seeing his kid), and I knew that the inevitable was happening. The end came one morning when i was coming home from work and saw 3 trucks parked out front, I walked up to her and all she could say to me was "I've got to get straight" and that she was moving back in with her mom and needed a clean break from everything. I was bowled over, we were fine just the night before. Then I saw Ken, he was collecting all his stuff out of the house and loading it in another truck. She let me say goodbye to the kid and then promised to call me when she got settled, which never happened. I found out later that they had been talking about getting back together and trying to make it work and he got an apartment near where her mom lived and they decided to try and get clean together and so on and so forth, apparently they did all this right under my nose while I was raising the kid almost singlehandidly and paying most of the bills, I felt like the biggest sap, and at the same time still felt like it was my fault for not being able to save her, even though she was the one doing all this to me.

I began hanging out with aforementioned upstairs neighbor, and over the next few months she opened up about all the shit Dawn had done behind my back before we were "together", using me, lying, all that good stuff. But she also told me how all that stopped once Ken was gone, for awhile at least. Once she let him back in the picture it was all downhill and she really felt bad for me just standing by watching, but in a way I was doing the exact same thing.

I ran into them together about a year later, he was happy as a lark, she wouldn't even make eye contact with me. He said they were moving back into town but that was the last I ever saw of them. I ran into Amy (the neighbor) about 2 years ago, the kid was taken away by child services, she still lives with her mom, and nobody knows whatever happened to him, he just drifted off.

I can still see those trucks, like a punch in the nuts, i'd rather have found her in bed with another dude, at least then she would still be there. In the end it was all for the best I suppose, but its not quite that clear at the moment it's happening.