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sob stories...your worst breakups!

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mine are as follows :

--my 1st love ended when i was discovered by a grandparent in her room. she was of course forbidden to see me. boy is that cliche eh?

--i was almost hit by an exgirlfriend's car when she decided to confront me (with her car) after i broke it off with her. my friend at the time pulled me out of the way and we ran off into some nearby woods.

-- my best friend at the time ended up with an ex girlfriend. bro's before ho's only works if your friend is your friend. they continue to live happily ever after, btw.

--my last girlfriend disappeared right after valentines day 2001 and was never heard from again...until her friend told me she got married to her first love.

--i foolishly hung out with and fell for a married girl and subsequently quit seeing her after i realized what was happening to me. she of course, was perfect for me and described her marriage as, and i quote, "a boyfriend with dental insurance." this made me learn a very important lesson: girls are getting married WAY before they should be anymore. i do acknowledge that this one is completely my fault.
post #2 of 11
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swykk:
mine are as follows :

--i was almost hit by an exgirlfriend's car when she decided to confront me (with her car) after i broke it off with her. my friend at the time pulled me out of the way and we ran off into some nearby woods.
WOW, not that has to be an interesting story to tell wink

I have never broken up with anyone since I have had only one boyfriend (not counting the 'boyfriends' I had in elementary & stuff). BUT I have had my heart broken. Once really bad.

When I was in 10th grade I had a HUGE crush on a freshman guy named Chris Bannister. I mean I was head over heals with him. He used to walk me to class in the morning and once he even sang to me on the way to class. I know you really want to know what he sang to me. He sang "Nuthin' But a "G" Thang" to me. How romantic right? Eh, I didn't care...he looked like a skinny Brad Pitt so I was totally willing to change my musical tastes for him.

Anyway I was totally in lust with this guy and I thought he felt the same. He finally asked me for my phone number and I literally waited by the phone all the time. Well, he never called and I was too shy to ask him why. He seemed interested but....I was only 15 and didn't have much experience with guys.

About a month later he was in trouble with his stepdad or something and got carted off to Virginia without any goodbyes. I was totally devastated.

I got over it but to this day I always wonder what happened to him....

That's as close as I ever got to a breakup. It was just as heartbreaking as one.

post #3 of 11
Aww, come here, Shelby. There, there. wink
post #4 of 11
I knew I could count on you wink
post #5 of 11
But dont you prefer younger men?
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post #7 of 11
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DJ Dylan:
But dont you prefer younger men?
I have no preference. I love older and younger men equally wink
post #8 of 11
I loved her more than anything in the world. I'd do anything for her. I figured once I'd die for her. She didn't love me back. Oh well.
post #9 of 11
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Shelby:
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DJ Dylan:
But dont you prefer younger men?
I have no preference. I love older and younger men equally wink
Heh.
post #10 of 11
broke it off with my girlfriend... thought it was the right thing to do. then regretted it more than ever, and she kept saying she wanted to go back out until the very day i decided i wanted to too. now i'm trying to get her back.

not very interesting, but yeah... it's horrible.
post #11 of 11
I'm wondering if every time Outlaw smiles, a little sparkle of light comes off his teeth, complete with SHING! sound fx.

I'm not going to track down the thread from two years ago talking about my ex. Here's the short form for the newbies:

After breaking up, we're still living together for a month, due to finances. We're still friends, just not...together. She's moved into the study, sleeping on the couch.
Now, she called it off. I'm doing the stiff upper lip, but heartbroken bit. I mean, I've never been that much in love, before. Or since. She was exceedingly intelligent, gorgeous, and adored me for years (possibly still did, after the breakup. Thyroid cancer really affects your thinking and reactions, especially when you don't know you have it. There were other reasons, too, like feeling she was too young to be married, which I can't argue with.) Up until that point, she was rather mature, but she always claimed she was alot shallower than I thought.
A few weeks after the breakup, she winds up having sex while I'm in the apartment. Knowing I'm in the apartment. What's worse, ON MY BED.
Luckily, the only lingering odor was the massage lotion they started out with (also mine, by the way), because I banged on the door before they could finish. The poor guy had no clue what was going on...we actually wound up being sorta friends, later. Her and I had a LONG talk, since she was having difficulty figuring out what she was doing wrong. (Remember the brain chemistry problem with the cancer. Enhance with a sudden desire to no longer be the responsible one in her family, which she'd been all her life.)
Enter her best friend, who she grew up with. Who apparently had been growing impatient with, because this was one of the straws that broke the camel's back. Said best friend was pretty wild, and although I liked her, we did not get along at all...personality clash. Yet she was furious with my ex for what she'd done, and my ex's inability to admit she'd done anything wrong just made it worse. Last I heard, years later, they're still not talking to each other, although I haven't brought it up in quite a while.
(yes, my ex and I still talk over email. We started out as best friends before we got romantic, we ended being friends. Not best, but friends. And she still hasn't apologized. Which is why I'm not trusting her with one iota of emotional anything. If she came crawling back to me on hands and knees...which ain't going to happen...I'd say no. Possibly with a megaphone at point blank range. The trust is gone, the respect is shreaded all to hell...but a part of me still cares about HER, because you don't love someone that deeply and not have part of that survive without devious intent on her part. Stupid, idiotic bullheadness offers more room for that then outright malicious intent.)

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