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Thanks, yea, it's better it happened before marriage too. Thanks for reading it.
Damn, SA210, that's a pretty messed up story. You can at least be happy you took back the Mrs. Pacman arcade set when you broke up.
Seriously though, she did you a major favor. You should be thankful she dumped you. That she dumped you hardcore is even better. That was the best outcome you could have hoped for.
Thanks, yea, it's better it happened before marriage too. Thanks for reading it.
Could not have said it better-- I would have never left my ex. I am thankful everyday that he left.
i hate public proposals.
i would stay away from corny theatrics. If you are going to propose, do it in private between the two of you. Tell her a romantic speech coupled with a small story of both of you and how much you appreciate her. i would find a special and unique way to do it. that's what i did for mine, anyway
There are two sides to every story. I wonder how ur x see its.
After doing some thinking I'lll bet it was kind of hot to bang a chick with a hump on her back, you could pretend shes quasimoto or some . Man....
Crappy story SA210! I'm sure you learned a hard lesson from this. Hope you're little girl is o.k., and that the didn't get a chance to f&#k her up!
Actually going thru one right now. This might be a little long, but even if noone reads it, at least I got it out.
I'm a single dad, have been thru some bad break ups before, so a few years back I promised myself that I would be single for a while. I didn't want to get hurt anymore and more importantly didn't want a woman to come into my daughters life, then leave again.
So I stayed single successfully for a few years, and even though me and my bro run our own biz, I did have a really good day job. I worked on comission making an average of 1500 a week, sometimes 2 grand a week, a very flexible job that allowed me to still work on the family business.
All the girls liked me at work, not necessarily because of my looks, but I was the best there at what I did, made bank, they loved my little girl, and I didn't bull about anything. I was very popular. So in comes this new girl, hears the others saying nice things about me all the time and she keeps trying to haller at me. I actually didn't want to talk to her at first. Gave her the cold shoulder for weeks, cuz I just didn't want to chance it.
Finally I took her up on "lunch" one day, which I later found out that she likes to ask all guys out to "lunch" so that it doesn't make her out to be a . Well, I ended up enjoying being with her, after a while falling in love with her, even after sometimes seeing the red flags, the good times blinded me sometimes. Everyday she would tell me that she wanted to marry me.
I bought her a whole closet full of clothes and shoes, anything she wanted. I did all the little things for her. The crazy thing is, I told myself this wouldn't happen to me again.
Anyhow, I know, this was a huge mistake, she convinces me to move out of my place and move in with her. After all this I start finding out some really sick stuff. She told me that she had 3 kids and were taken from her cuz her youngest girl suffered a broken leg and arm. Her and her ex were charged with injury to a child. She admitted to me that her ex did it but she covered for him in court. So she's on 3 years Adult Probation. I couldn't believe this. And she always put up a front that she missed her kids. She was using my Mustang to go see her ex boyfriends, while lying to me that she was gonna visit her kids and that I couldn't go with her cuz the court wouldn't allow any men around them. and I found out that those kids are from her dead husband who died of a drug overdose, (which i believe was a suicide, from how she talked about it)
I busted her on her phone bill showing her that she was talking to her ex's, of course she turned the arguement around to "I can't belive you went thru my phone bill" (haha even though I was paying her bills and living with her). The next messed up thing was, I found out she was still in love with one of them, which turned out to be her step-dad's brother.
Yea, she's 27 and was cheating on me with her 44 year old uncle. And the other guy she still screws and talks to is her ex that hurt her kid and got her kids taken away.
Anyhow, of course things went crazy at work. They offered me my own office in Sacramento that woulda paid me 150k to 200k. I turned it down, in part because she said she couldn't leave Texas, and I loved her and wanted to be with her. Then my boss started getting jealous that we were together cuz he wanted to sleep with her, he started treating us both bad.
She made things worse by trying to make him jealous, so they fired her, then out of retaliation they let me go too about 2 weeks later.
She then fell deathly ill. About a week after I was let go, I forced her to the hospital to have her appendix removed because of a severe pain she was having at 3am one friday night. She absolutely refused to go, but I made her and the doctor said she was lucky it didn't burst. Anyhow, she could hardly move, had a severe fever and was in a lot of pain. The hospital screwed up because I argued with them that she wasn't ready to be released and I thought she was getting an infection from the surgery, but they released her anyway. The doctor yelled at her that the hospital wasn't a hotel, that she needed to go home and there was nothing wrong with her. I made a complaint to management, but they still sent us home.
I spent the next 7 days basically being her nurse at home. She literally couldn't move from the pain she was in. She couldn't use the toilet without my help and she was soooooo embarrassed and crying so much that she couldn't wipe herself and from the pain. And not to be gross, but from the meds and her illness, she had chronic diarrhea for about a month.
I looked her in the eyes as she was struggling to stand over the toilet because she couldn't bend, and I held her and told her that there is nothing for her to be embarrassed about. I told her that I love her with all my heart and that after I do this that I will not see her differently. That she had no reason to be ashamed. I told her that I'm not the kind that runs when times get tough. That she had me for the long haul. I told her to trust me and that I love her again, kissed her on the lips as she shook in pain, with tears down her face and she said ok.
I cooked her meals, gave her her meds, gave her her bed baths and told her she was gorgeous everyday. But she got worse, and I called the doctor cuz the thermometer we got from HEB read 103 fever. He says we should take her in to the ER cuz she may be developing an infection.
Just like I told them , they should have never released her to begin with. So it's about 3am again, and it literally takes us about 30 minutes to walk to the car cuz of her pain in her stomach. They admit her right away and of course I do what a man should do for their woman, I gave the doctor and reported him again. Her white blood cell count was like over 16000, which was supposedly really bad, cuz we stayed there another 2 weeks. They had her on 4 different antibiotics going thru to her IV. I never left her side.
I spent day and night with her in the hospital, slept there in the chair next to her, not really getting sleep though. I took her to the restroom and cleaned her many times throughout the night and they would come in and check her vitals thru the night and I always needed to be up to ask questions, since the hospital messed up before and my girlfriend just let them do what they wanted. There were many times they didn't give her her meds or do certain procedures they were supposed to do, until I kept reminding them. So she kept getting worse. The infection had spread to her colon. If I wasn't there who knows what woulda happened.
She begged me not to leave her side, even if she didn't there was no question that I would have stayed with her. She cried and cried from her pain. She once told me to go home and get some rest one day, but I told her that when she is better, is when I'll get my rest.
She developed a great huge hump on her back from the infection, she looked deformed. I remember once telling the doctor it was his fault for butchering her and sending her home too early. I was very upset.
A chaplain came in to talk to her one morning and as he left she cried to me asking me if she was dying. I told her no, that she was going to be fine. She even got her period, so i was wiping diarrhea and alot of blood, bought her some tampons, and even at her worst moments, no make up, pale faced, vomiting, no "real" bath in weeks, I still looked at her and told her that she was beatiful.
Every nurse saw that I wouldn't leave her side and they told her she needed to marry me, she would smile and look at me and say, "I told you I was gonna marry you". Her family never visited her, my family did, and of course I never left.
After a few weeks, and many CT scans, blood work, tears and diarrhea, she finally got better enough to go back home. The night before she was released I had this pain shooting down my back and leg. She told me to go downstairs to the ER, but I told her that I couldn't cuz if they admit me, I won't be there for her when she gets released, but I ended up going anyway. So they tell me I have a slipped disk,and I should see a specialist to try and avoid surgery. That damn chair all those weeks I was sitting in didn't help either. Gave me a shot for pain and I went back upstairs.
Her hump went away and she looked beautiful. I told her she lost weight from being sick. She gained confidence that her figure was looking even better.
Throughout the next week she could move better, and we could start going places. But My health started getting bad, I started vomiting from sever migraines, my disc was pinching my nerve which was giving me severe pain, and I could hardly walk right. I'd ask her to rub my head to make me feel better, but she would get frustrated after about a minute and give up. I was thinking that this was crazy, after wiping her ass, she can't even hold me? I threw up and she scolded me the next day that I needed to wipe a spot on the floor that I left the day before.When she was vomiting, I held her the whole while, then cleaned it up? WTF?!@!@!!
When she said she felt like vomiting I asked her what I could do to make her feel better. When i got neauseous, she told me rudly to go outside and get some fresh air.
She never really bought me much. It was the other way around. So she says "Let's go get you some shirts!" I thought that was nice, so we went. We picked out about 4 or 5 shirts, she acted weird though. She wanted to buy the 2xx even though I wore a 1x. She said "You know how they shrink and all". Of course she got some things too. Anyway, she gets in touch with an old girl friend of hers she hasn't talked to in a few years.
Our cell gets a text one day and it's her friend asking the question, "hey girl, Do you still go clubbing!?"
I knew it couldn't be good from there. I promote in the clubs for my family business, but clubs aren't really me, and me and my girlfriend never went anyway. Besides, her going to a club is a direct violation of her Probation.
My little brother calls me depressed because his girlfriend had just broke up with him. He was doing bad, so my girlfriend says to go pick him up and bring him over so we can spend time with him since he shouldn't be alone.
He comes over, and even though he's depressed, as we leave he says he needs to tell himself "he's the " so he can get over his ex, cuz she told him he was nothing and a nobody. As is brother, I said that's right, you are the , and you are gonna be alright.
Anyhow, as it turns out, the next day, it's a week out the hospital and my girlfriend tells me she doesn't want me and that I have to move out (thanks in part to her friend). I couldn't belive it. I said after all I've done for you? I told her that I took care of her and I loved her. She said she didn't feel the same for me and that she didn't force me to be with her at the hospital.
Obviously I'm upset, so she says that she wouldn't want me around her kids anyway with that at ude. And then she insulted my daughter, saying she's not her mother and doesn't want to be.
She said why don't I just take the advice I gave my brother yeasterday and just leave. She said people who are the would just leave and not need any answers. This whole breakup took place while she's flippin thru the channels on tv rolling her eyes like this is all a waste of her time.
I was pissed and hurt. I said fine, "you want me out, I'm taking all those clothes I bought you, cuz you ain't gonna be wearing them for some other man in a club when I bought those for you to wear for us".
That did it for her. She couldn't lose the clothes, so her knowing that I hadn't gotten around to taking care of a traffic ticket, she called the police to arrest me for my traffic warrant so that I wouldn't touch her clothes.
I was lucky that they didn't arrest me, they just went there to keep the peace, but her intentions were to have me arrested, after everything I gave up and did for her. Never laid a hand on her, never called her names, always treated her like a princess. She didn't call the cops on her abusive husband, she protected the guy who hurt her kid, but called the police on Me?
I tried calling her back once a few days later as she stayed at her friends house so I could get my things out of the apartment. I called her to ask if her if she was sure about this because I only had a few things left in the apartment.
She let me talk for like 15 minutes giving her a speech about how much I loved her and the good times we had. I was crying and it sounded like she was crying too. I actually thought she was listening cuz she listened for like 15 minutes quietly. Then all of a sudden, she says rudly and firmly
" Yea, get your things, and leave your key on the door." I was like what? She said, "You wanted an answer, you got your answer."
She hung up on me while her friend was talking smack in the background too.
So I went inside with my buddy, and I took everything in that apartment that I ever bought. I took all the groceries, every last little frickin thing. I bought it all, so I was taking it all. Cleaned out all the cabinets. I took all the cleaning products, gifts I bought her, jewlery I bought her, soap. deoterants, hair gels, and since i wasn't gonna wipe her ass anymore, I even took the damn tampons I got her in the hospital and the damn toliet paper.
I left her the way I found her, with nothing. I did leave her clothes though. That's what she wanted, I left it for her. She chose those damn clothes and party life over me, I figured she could have them. Now I wish I took those too now, but it's too late. I shoulda taken em.
Now she's got pictures up online of her at the clubs wearing the crap I bought her with other dudes. and it's amazing she hasn't gotten busted by her PO for being at the clubs. They get along.
As I was packing my things I found a box hidden in her closet that had one of those 2xx shirts we bought for me together at that store, ready as a gift for someone. Not for me.
After I took everything I bought from the apartment, her friend tried calling me to talk smack, but I didn't answer. So she text me alot of crap about how she can't believe that I took everything from her, that I was a complete jerk. She said how childish and hateful could I be to take the tampons and toilet paper. That I say I love her, but what I did was not love. That obviously if I loved her I would care about her health and what happens to her
As much as I wanted to reply to those stupid texts, I just ignored it.
Someone I know saw her the other day holding hands at WalMart with some guy that fits the discription of her uncle, or maybe it was some other dude.
This is the worst broken heart I have ever had, and I thought I suffered them before. I know she was bad for me and my little girl. I know she's a . And I should have never got into the relationsip. It sucks, she went on and on asking me what I wanted for Christmas like 3 days before she broke up with me.
Now I just can't stand the thought of her. Sorry if I bored anyone, just had to get it off my chest. There's alot more but I already wrote a book.
Life goes on.
Wow man, this thing really depressed me. I don't even want to date anymore after reading this, honestly.
Brutal story SA210. I hope it works out better for you and for your little girl next time.
how about some pix of exes biatches.....
Horrible stories...
It really amazes me to see how many people nowadays have such ty morals.
My girlfriend showed me this.
A toast to the nice guys...
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and ing about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back at udes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative es. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gra ude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
es be hatin' y0.
I am glad to see that there are stories that are just as bad and worse than mine.
wow, it never ceases to amaze me what some people will endure to avoid the inevitable heartbreak for a little while longer.
reminds me of how lucky I am. I gotta send a text right now.
SA210 I cried for you friend. You should have killed her and spread her body thoughout Texas.
You know what gets me? The fact that genuinely nice guys are too nice to call out girls on all of the that they do in that essay. I don't know why some women fall for assholes, but I wish they would get called out on the fact that they're wasting their time when there's an alternative.My girlfriend showed me this.
A toast to the nice guys...
Then again, some people thrive on drama ...
damn
Thanks Manny, I appreciate it.
Sorry, I thought about posting here about it for weeks, so when I saw a "breakup" thread, I figured I post here rather than posting my own thread.Wow man, this thing really depressed me. I don't even want to date anymore after reading this, honestly.
Thanks. Believe me, I hate her for what she did and the trash that she is.
Great post tp2021.
SA210 whatever you do don't let it linger. Don't give it a shred more of value by continuing to let it bother you. Don't give that the benefit of this affecting you ever again. I know first hand how hard it is to get over even the most absurd and unreasonable cir stances. . THAT. .
what about becoming gay?
now seriously... SA210 FTW
You should try to forget about it, bro. That story made me think a lot, so I could imagine you still think about it a lot.
im not saying you should have but i would understand if you did.
What would calling them out accomplish? It wouldn't change anything.
Well someone is
Seriously though, Thanks. I hear you.
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