give us a description of what happened...his/her first name... and then end it all with a big FCUK YOU! to close the response
I'm not talking about one of those 'growing apart' dilemmas...or a 'its not me its you' hash story...I'm talking about the most ugly, bitter, messy, vile break-up you've ever had
Here's my story...
was going out with a girl, for just over a year...i thought things were sweet...
anyways...we had a party one night...she asked me if I was going...i told her that I was getting off work late so id meet her there.
So... after I finished work, went home, changed, shower blah blah blah...i went to the party but couldn't find her...was a big party, so I wasn't worried, id see her soon enough
then, a good friend of mine comes and tells me he's found my girlfriend...but he thought he saw her with another dude in a room upstairs...confused, but not worried, I went up to see how she was...turns out she and the local drug dealer had finished rounding 3rd base and were going for the home run...trying to contain myself, I asked her if I could speak to her outside in the car park
Intoxicated (which only made her more interesting to deal with) she starts shouting things like "you don't own me...so what are you going to do about it" and "i never loved you anyway...so just go"...so loud in fact, that we ended up having an audience from peoples balconies overlooking the area.
Fed up, ashamed and more embarassed than I have been my entire life...i got back into my car, and drove off...only to have a stiletto thrown through rear side window...charming girl she was
Its been about 8 months since it all ended...haven't spoken to her since...i went off to uni to study architecture and philosophy, met and started dating a beautiful lady while, from what I hear, she's living with her new drug dealer boyfriend, watching cartoons and using her welfare payments to buy weed and frozen food...good luck to her I suppose...but I have to say
FCUK YOU SOPHIE!
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My Horror Story...
I was married for 4 years. We had a daughter, and after she was born...we got post-partem depression. It was horrible. The things she would say...the things she would do to me including getting physically violent. She was presribed anti-depressants, but would drink with them...which made things 10 times worse.
One day/night she got drunk...on top of her pills. Began to attack me and throw things at me. She said she was going to falsly accuse me of molesting my 1 year old daughter and that I would never see her again. Then she said she would tell people that my sons (15 & 12 from a previous marriage), also molested our daughter too. She kept hitting me...throwing things at me. I told her I would call 911 if she didn't stop and she continued. I called 911. When the sheriff's deputies showed up she attacked them and was beaten down right in front of me. They took her to jail. She pleaded guilty to battery, spousal abuse and assaulting a peace officer.
I filed for divorce...got a restraining order...and left. It was the most painful time of my life. It still haunts me.
If your wife/mother of your child suffers from post-partem depression...get her help. Get you help.
How's that for a bitter break up story?0