What's the worst way anyone ever broke up with you, or that you broke up with someone?

I decided to break up with my bf of about 3 years from high school (we had graduated at the time) because he still acted like a child. He sat around play world of warcraft all day, didn't work, let me pay the bills. I just was tired of being his mother he didn't do anything wrong per say.So I broke up with him and left him the house we had rented with the months rent paid and moved back into my dad's temporarily.

Which I thought was kind, it gave him a full month to find a place to stay as he'd been living on my dollar for 3 years. I get a call at work from my landlord saying the neighbors think the place has been abandoned and I still had stuff there. She said she peaked in and it looked pretty thrashed.

I got out to the house and thrashed is an understatement. I had to push trash to open the door it was about 3 feet deep.. everywhere! The only clean spot was the computer chair where he played wow which our dove Loki sat atop happily caw-cawing a ha-ha at my stupidity being that my name was the only one on the lease.

I spent 22 hours total cleaning the mess only to not get my deposit back because he'd smoked in the house. On the last day of cleaning I got back to my dads to find him there! He wanted to sleep on the couch a few days.

I again, stupidly agreed. He stayed about a month before my dad said he had to go. When I told him so he freaked out and threatened to kill himself, because "he couldn't live without me".. more like without my money.. but anyway.. I basically told him to do it.

He freaked out some more broke some stuff and then went back to my bedroom.. he actually didn't leave. How I finally got him to go was actually accidental. I called an old friend of ours and asked him to talk to the ex and try to make him move on, but ended up reconnecting with the old friend myself.

We started dating and my ex thought I had cheated on him and was dating the friend before we broke up. He left after that. I think he only wanted an excuse to blame the break up on me.

It worked out, I married the friend and now we have two adorable kids. The ex still lives with his mom. Long pathetic break up though.

Lord, I hope my ex doesn't read this... Anyhow.... When I was about 16 I dated this guy who I was pretty ga-ga over at the time. He dumped me and of course, I was mad. As an act of revenge, I went out with his cousin who was much more like his brother.

The cousin wasn't unattractive and was a very nice guy, but had serious problems getting women. So he jumped at the chance of having a girlfriend. I basically faked being in love with the guy to create a payback.

One night, the boyfriend I was using to get back at my ex was dropping me off at my house. Before he left the ex showed up the beg me to come back to him. There was a near fist fight in the drive way, both of them were crying because they were supposedly both in love with me and didn't want to hurt each other either because they were such close family.It was madness.

And so they come to me asking me to choose who I wanted to be with. I chose neither and laughed at them both for crying and fighting over a girl. Yes, I know.

That was horrible. I think it's the meanest thing I've ever done! And immediately after I realized how bad it was.

Cos you see, the guy I had faked loving to get my revenge kick was the much better guy. He actually cared about me and a couple days absence from him made me realize -- oh no! I was no longer faking feelings for him.

In the end, I was my own worst enemy. I guess that's karma for ya.

I had been with the guy for three years, and gave everything to him. S father resented me and in the last 6 months of our relationship we had to lie and go behind his back to do anything. I wasn't allowed in any vehicles that he owned or his house.

Remember, this was in high school, so that meant we really had nowhere to go and nothing to do. So finally after thinking about it I texted him one night saying that I hope we can get this to work and such but for now I wanted a break. He didn't get what I meant and the next day at school he came over told me he loved me and gave me a big hug...in front of the whole school I had to tell him that we were over, crushing him.

Over the next few weeks he ends up trying to make me jealous with a girl that I hated, being all over her and kissing her. Then I found out that he burnt anything that was mine, that I gave him, or reminded him of me. It turns out he went pretty crazy...he got heavily into drugs and alcohol and started getting with a bunch of girls, which was totally out of character for him.

Now whenever we see eachother he won't even look at me. He told me that I don't exist to him.

My husband sent me a "Dear Jane" letter from Desert Storm. He said he "simply didn't want to be married anymore.." He went on to claim that he only married me (we were both Enlisted USAF- once he went to OTS I gave up my carrier for him and could not re-enlist because of a medical condition) to get into OTS (Officer Training School) and that since I had served my purpose and was "no longer usable" (my shoulder was broken and I could not work), I was to be discarded. The last line of the letter said "I value your friendship."

He would later state: "You're not human. You're just an animal to be put down. " He died on Feb 5, 2008 as an AF Colonel at Edwards AFB in California.

The LA Coroner's report contained the OSI (Office of Special Investigation) report. He was seen all day the day before complaining of severe chest pain and holding his left arm. He refused medical treatment.

The next morning he went to the base gym somewhere around 5am and was found after working out dead in his car. He was over 40lbs overweight, and was not taking the Zocor and Lipitor he had been prescribed in 2006- all from the LA Coroner's report. I have no idea why he decided to die.

I had no contact with him since the beginning of the divorce precedings in 1991. I found out later he married the whore (active duty nurse) he was living with while we were married. S mother bragged during the divorce she was helping him cheat from the beginning of our marriage.

The morale is: I'm not the only victim of a gigolo. I'm not the only wife who suffered abuse or being betrayed. Sometimes bad people wear uniforms(of any kind).

It's the PERSON inside the uniform that makes the difference. Abuse and betrayal is survivable. I triumphed, am self-employed and about to pay my house off.

I put myself through school and have a good life. Even though the Clinton adminsitration took my health care benefits away, they have been restored and I now receive the health care I earned. Human revenge will get you put in jail.

God's justice is perfect and on time.

Let me first start off by saying WOW! There are a lot of jerks out there both male and female. Here is my story.

A couple weeks after my high school graduation I met a guy and we fell in love or I thought we did. We kept seeing each other for two years and I thought everything was great. Boy was I wrong!

Towards the end of our relationship I became pregnant, to make a long story short we decided to put together what money we had and buy an apartment and move into together and take things slow to see where things would take us after the baby was born. The week that we were supposed to move into our apartment, I couldn't get ahold of him or find him anywhere, he had taken off work and none of his friends knew where he was or they weren't saying. My landlord said that she had someone else wanting to rent the apartment and me not being able to afford it by myself let it go.

After about a week and a half my ex called and told me that he didn't think it was going to work and that he had been sleeping with his boss(who is by the way 14 years older than he is) for almost a year while we were together and they decided to rent our apartment together. Talk about a slap in the face. Well from all of the stress I ended up having a miscarriage a couple of weeks later which happend to be on my birthday.My ex actually called to wish me a happy birthday and when I told him what had happend he told me that I better not be telling him that just so he wouldn't have any contact with the baby.

Some people have some nerve. Since then though I've gotten married and had two beautiful children, I guess you gotta walk through the rain a little in order to get sunshine.

The guy broke up with me by standing me up -- to my 30th birthday party. Turning 30 is a big enough deal without being dumped by being stood up. I had a houseful of great friends, so it was not a total disaster.

Still, he could have at least called. When we talked a week later, he said he just thought I would be better off without him, and why not start on my birthday with my friends around me. OK, but he should have called to say he wouldn't be there.

When I was a teen, way back in high school. I had a little crush on someone and we had a thing going on. Suddenly, a boy handed me a note.In this note, it said, "I am sorry, but I am in love with someone else"... That's the worst experience I had.

I did it almost 2.5 years ago and I think it is the worst way anyone could break up. On my birthday, my GF rang me up and wished me a happy birthday. But I told straight on her face that I was breaking up with her after thanking her for her wishes, as I was very much upset over an act of hers with my mother the previous day.It was like a sudden, heavy blow to her and she could not speak for a while.

The next moment she broke into tears but I was ruthless. I still feel sorry for that sometimes but at the same time I feel that it was necessary at that time. May nobody faces such situation.

I lived with someone for 15 years. We had the most incredible time together. He was really, really fun.

We traveled a lot, we went to the Octoberfest in Munich, the Indianapolis 500, the Kentucky Derby 14 times. We decided to get married. We didn't have any children, but decided that it was time to get married.

We planned on September of 1995. In May, he died. Gosh, some guys will do anything to get out of getting married.(This story is true.It's been 15 years, so I can make a joke about it now.

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How about someone sticking a Post It on your car saying "Bye Bye , I am moving on ...have a nice life.

My worse breakup... and the reason I went to my first therapist... was when the girl SAID NOTHING! I really thought we hit it off. We had some quality connection and intimacy (but not too much intimacy).Then... she just never talked to me again.

Cut off. Nothing.Nada. Wouldn't return any of my calls.

I thought I had done something wrong and even saw her on campus and asked her directly why she cut off all communication and STILL refused to talk to me. To this day, I don't know what I did wrong... That kills me! I would have loved to have tried to own my part of the problem, but now it just gnaws at me!

I said, "Let's make some plans for our anniversary". She said, "I want a divorce! ".

That was after 15 years and three children. No mention of even separating before that statement. :(.

Here's a combo.. See pic of her and her new guy on FB. Call her and ask about it, get screamed at for being "nosy and spying" then she says maybe we should split up.. she'll think about it for a week. She drags it out for a week, then calls and says it's over.

Things are ok, we can still be friends, but her new guy doesn't like that, and emails me and tells me they had been intimately involved for almost a year, and she was trying to find a way to ditch me the whole time. Worst way I've dumped somebody? Valentines day.

At a rave. With another chick in my lap. I just looked at her and said "Yeah.. I think we need to see other people" Did I win biggest douche in the thread?

I fell in love in Arizona at a resort with someone who lived 5 states away and we spent months writing letters to each other until he showed up after 5 trains and 3 buses across teh country and we went on our first date. That was followed by more criss crossing for awhile. It was the most gut wrenching experience in my life- a constant high of going to see him and then coming back to my life.

Then, when things at school were really starting to depress me, I decided to book a last minute $800 trip to New York to see him. When I got there, I told him where I was, called him 20 times and left many many messages and no one picked up or answered. I ended up walking around the city completely alone.

On my last night, I left a message saying I was leaving and was goign to wait at a bar. I mean, what else can I do. Sitting at the bar for 3 hours by myself and he didn't show up.So much for breaking up.

I met up with a girlfriend intent on breaking up with her, but about 30 to 45 minutes into the conversation, I still hadn't managed to actually do it. I was humming and hawing and fidgeting, until she eventually said : "Can I ask you something? Are you breaking it off with me?"

I meekly said something to the effect that I was. At least, I think I said something . .. I may have just nodded.

Further embarrassment followed as I had to pay back some money owed to her for a concert we had gone to together a couple of weeks earlier (she had been the one who had booked the tickets). All things considered, not handled all that well . ..

My college boyfriend. We dated for six years. We were talking about getting engaged and getting married.

We even started looking at places to live. I knew he bought me a ring, but I never got it on my finger. He told me he needed a change and I was the easiest thing in his life to change.

I never heard from him again. - ouch!

OMG what a question.. lmao I was so bad as a teenager. I was 18 before I even had a boy friend and I thought Tom was adorable. A year later, we were still dating and this other guy was flirting heavily with me (Todd).

I was flattered tremendously, so I played both sides of the fence. I saw them both for a few weeks. They knew each other very well since they were in the same army unit In Texas.

I played carelessly and was caught. I had to make a hard choice on whom to marry. Todd won my hand a few weeks later at the end of April 86.(I should have stayed with Tom) Years later I overheard Todd tell his ‘friend’ that he loved her, yeah I was still his wife.

That is when I dumped his sorry butt. I guess Karma finally got me 20 years later. Man did it sting.

The worst way someone has broken up with me was taking me out for a lovely dinner and then asking for a divorce.

When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend who, after a good, solid, two week relationship, dumped me. It seemed that, although he really liked another girl, he had asked me out so he would have a girlfriend with him when we went on a class trip to Germany over spring break. He dumped me on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger).

Several months later, we got back together for another solid two weeks... Until he had his best friend break up with me for him. I'm grateful the boyfriends I've had as an adult have been able to handle relationships of longer than 2 weeks, and have some tact in ending relationships...

I feel madly in love with a guy 10 years older then myself. Everything was great for many months! All of a sudden we started to have more distance between us, time spent together became shorter, the days grew longer that we were apart.

All of a sudden I found out from his sister that he had gone to Vegas and got married...heart broken.... Then he annulled it...I thought great I get him back...WRONG....he turned into a Mormon and told me the only way I could be with him was if I became Mormon and was OK with him having multiple wives... What a horrible way to break it off...He could of just said he wanted to move on...

The worst way I broke up with someone: I had my first official boyfriend when I had just turned 16. He was a cute and extremely nice guy. However, he started getting really clingy.

I was a bit wild, in the sense that I liked to stay on the go and not be tied down. So I got my drivers license and I could see he was a damper in my free spirited nature. I was such a coward about breaking it off with him, that I bribed a mutual guy friend we had to call him and break it off.

I was such a coward, that I spend the entire rest of the school year totally avoiding the guy. The worst way someone broke up with me: When I was 19, I had this boyfriend that I really liked. So I caught him with another girl.

When I confronted him about it, his words "well, I thought you understood... we would just be together and use each other until something better come along". Dang, my feelings were really hurt, especially given his character and for him to expect something better to come along... but then again, I guess I got paid back for being a coward with the nice guy I did have.

I have two, and I think they tie: My first boyfriend broke up with me just before my 16th birthday. He said "I've decided that you don't have enough 'class'". He was from Montrose, NJ and had moved to the Midwest.

I've never played mind games and have always been genuine. He didn't know anything about my family but felt free to slam all of us in breaking up with me. And then, my first fiance' (I'm married to the second one): he supposedly took a semester off from college to work and earn money to come back.

Instead, he started going out with someone else. S dad actually had to tell me over the phone! He couldn't even face me.

Until a month later, when he came over wanting not just the ring back, but everything he'd ever given me.

As a sophomore in college, I had a psychology class and the teacher had us all sit in a half-circle the first day of class. She went around the circle asking everyone this same exact question. Of course, I was last and at that time was very young and cocky so I proudly replied, I have never had a girlfriend break up with me, full smirk added to the end!

Needless to say, her boyfriend had just broken up with her over the summer and she was crushed. She made it a point to ride me the entire semester. I finished that class with my lowest grade in any class of my college career.As if that was not enough, I had started dating the girl of my dreams that summer and before the end of my semester, she dumped me.

My psych teacher noticed my change in demeanor towards the end of the semester and she asked if something was wrong. I told her what happened, hoping it would possibly save my grade...no such luck, she simply repeated that same smirk I gave her the first day of class!

I was broken up with through a text once. Then the guy called back after to give directions to a party.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.