So, today I just found out my ex got a new boyfriend. And surprisingly, I'm not upset. I'm actually kind of glad; gives a feeling of closure. We broke up pretty roughly a while back, I was homeless and totally fucked in the head; had a breakdown, did some stupid shit. She was a bitch, I called her out and bam. Splitsville. I've got a place now, got myself together, just have yet to get in another relationship. So, S&A; let's hear some stories about exes! Nasty breakups, best-friend fuckings, the whole nine. Rant, rave, or regrets. I'll start with myself:
My family had gotten kicked out of our house. We lived on resort property in our own house, but the lease on the resort ran out. The owners bailed, and the city kicked us out. Suddenly, the previous owner is trying to sue us (For missed rent; even though the 'rent' was after the lease ran out) and we're living in a fucking trailer in some shitty little trailer park. Not a mobile trailer; a real, truck-towed shit heap. No fridge (the fridge was outside, with the deep freeze) Me and my brother get our separate tent trailer, which leaks and is cold as fuck. Well, this goes on for a few months, I'm miserable as fuck. I get depressed; I start failing classes. My grandfather has a stroke, and we have no money, what so ever. We're all working our asses off to get the hell out of the shithole, basically. Well, she decided I was to depressed for her (May I mention I stuck with her while she was slitting her wrists, when we first went out), and wanted to be friends. I was pissed, and very promptly expressed so. She said I was to blame for my own problems, and I was just bringing her down. I stopped talking to her. I had too much shit to deal with. Well, a few months down the line; I try to hang myself. Dumb idea, anyway. Dinnit work, I needed help. I called her, to find out where she got her counselling when she was suicidal. I'm pretty sure she took it to mean "Stay with me or I'll kill myself" so, I decided perhaps it would be better not to talk with her anymore. So, I cut off contact, and today I found out. I dunno; just wanted to see if there were any even similar situations out there.

How do you mess up hanging yourself? Are you retarded?

Wow, she sounds awfull.
I'm glad you dont care though. And yes, it's good she's now got someone else who's life she can ruin instead of yours. :)

There are the breakups I remember that hurt me personally, and there are breakups I remember that hurt me because I loved the person. well infact there's only one of them.

I met him at a Rave, he was quite a fair bit older than myself.
At time he was a moderate/light meth user, but then realised he could do pretty well by dealing meth. Which of course made him richer, which meant he could use more meth, which meant he needed to deal more to get more, and so on.
He got pretty aggressive, and pretty much stated that he wasnt addicted to Meth,he was simply a light user. I stuck with him for a pretty long time, despite the insults, that I was a 'gold digger' or a 'meth whore'. Shit like that.
I genuinely loved him. He didnt force his drugs on me as some assumed and I didnt take his drugs as some assumed.
But I couldnt help him, no matter how much I tried. I guess that makes me a really big fucking failiure, and I've been trying to make up for it ever since I lost him.

Meh!

But I couldnt help him, no matter how much I tried. I guess that makes me a really big fucking failiure, and I've been trying to make up for it ever since I lost him.

Some people can't be helped...It's a sad fact of life.

I tried helping my ex girlfriend.

She had fucked off out of her overbearing mother's house ready for a life of living free and running wild. Only thing is, she was shit at it!
She was getting used all over the place, smoking weed and sleeping in bushes, cheating on her boyfriend and getting in shit for it from him, she was broke as fuck and having to pay for her fuck ups, she was moving from friend's place to friend's place and ended up living in a pub that me and my brother pretty much ran.
So the "manager", who happened to be a lazy, useless dickhead decided that he was going to kick her out. At this point I was already in love with her so I moved her into my place.
Once she moved in things started to settle down.
She was in a college she didn't like so I helped her move into one she would like that was closer to home, she had a part time job, a roof over her head and a guy who would have done anything for her.

She still cheated on me, told me that I was an arsehole for not liking the fact she was hanging around guys I knew wanted to (and probably did) get into her knickers and basically told me it was all my fault that she did all this shit that hurt me.

She dumped me in June. I moved on. She moved on.

But yeah...Some people can't be helped. And I'm pretty sure she's going to be a careless, irresponsible bitch who's constantly seeking her mother's love and approval for a very long time even though I tried showing her that there's someone who loves her and will always be there to make her feel better.

But fuck it...Now I've got a great girl, a job I like and not a care in the world! :D

She kidnapped my teddy.

Two years she kept him in captivity.

Although I'm sure he was well treated and she did have every reason to be pissed at me. I treated her shamefully( ie i am ashamed of how we ended.)

In that situation, I woulda gone Special Ops on her...Fly down a zip line I have fired from a suitably high structure into her chimney, rappel down a rope to her window and cut a hole in it to let myself in...Once I've infiltrated the fortress ov evil, I'd chuck in some smoke grenades. When she's waking up suddenly at three in the morning thinking "What the fuck?!", I'd strike. Grab her throw a pillow case over her head and scream obscenities to really confuse her. Then I'd tie her to a chair and interogate her until she breaks and tells me where the teddy is.
I'd pull out some sweet one-liners for the lulz, grab the teddy, get out of there with mild cuts and bruises that would have killed any other man and ride towards the rising sun on a Harley with the teddy sitting on the petrol tank between my legs while Up Where We Belong plays and the credits roll.

Yeah...Arnie ain't got shit on me.

If my ex jot a girlfriend I'd probably be upset.
Probably not in an emotional way, more in an, other people shouldn't touch my stuff way.

... It would probably be better if we stopped sleeping together.

Sleeping with your ex???

Sounds like Ex's and Oh's

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

Anyway, my last REAL girlfriend was a pretty good girl. She was nice, caring, and she'd have done anything for me. I absolutely had her wrapped around my little finger. You'd think it'd be sweet as hell, but meh...wasn't all that and a bad of chips. She was really clingy and emotionally dependent, plus she was terrible in bed, so I broke it off with her and she cried. Begged me to rethink everything, but I was set. I felt like shit for days after that. I had never done that to someone before.

About a week later, I was supposed to be working with my sister's dad, but some shit went down and I got stuck at his mom's place in the ghetto. I don't really know why, but I was suddenly determined to get higher than a hippy in a hot air balloon. My sister's grandma gave me 4mg's lorazepam, which I had never taken before, so I gulped it down with a few beers and some codeine syrup thinking it wasn't that powerful. About an hour later I come back and finish off the bottle of codeine syrup which was about a half bottle before I started. I walked down to the projects and bought some bud off a hood rat and by the time I was done smoking a fat as blunt with some random nigger, I was so high I could barely stand up.

Couldn't talk. Couldn't think. Couldn't stand on my own two feet. My sister's grandma calls an ambulance and they take me to the hospital. Next thing I know im semi-conscious on a bed and I hear the doctors talking about liquid charcoal. I'm not an idiot...well a complete idiot...so I know what they're talking about and I was actually kind of eager to see how that junk worked. I don't really know how much time went by, but it couldn't have been long, because when I'm finally mindful enough to notice the people around me, I see my ex's mother is one of my nurses!!!! She wasn't even supposed to be working at that hospital. Apparently she worked for that hospital ocassionally and I caught her on the only day she worked there that month.

I was hoping like hell she wouldn't tell her daughter, because I thought she'd think I was depressed or something and that I felt bad for breaking up with her. Looking back now, I couldn't say for sure that I didn't feel that way. I still talk to her sometimes. I'm glad she doesn't hate my guts, but I don't see why, because I still haven't apologize to her even though I plan on it.

Nice...

I was real young and dumb at 20 and bought a girlfriend a car. Not just "here, its yours" but with an agreement she would pay me back. Bascially she was nothing but a coke whore....using me for my money, drugs, car, cock. Need I tell Totse that within weeks of her getting the car she dumped me, and I never did see a dime? So every week or so I call her up...."where's my money you whore?" and ugly arguing ensues.

Fast forward a couple months and one night my phone rings. She is at the bar, drunk, extremely horny. So I invite her over, we fuck, she spends the night. In the morning I go through her purse and snatch her car keys all the while she is sleeping soundly. I leave with the intent to "get breakfast" and go out and make a duplicate set of keys. I come home, she still asleep, put her keys back where they were. She leaves in the morning on friendly terms.

So I wait a couple months. Finally, I pick a night out and go steal the car back. I could have taken her to court, but with it being in her name and not putting a lein on it.....I'm pretty much fucked. I steal the car around 2 a.m. (quite the story in and of itself) and of course the next morning she calls me up furious. She "knows" I did it, but had zero proof in the world. An hour or so later she shows up at my place and calls me every name in the book. I'm tellin ya it was the closet I've ever come to striking a woman.....her teeth in perfect kick range as she is standing a few steps down on my doorstep. She leaves in a huff, continues to call me for days, and I eventually pawn the car off to a guy that knows a guy with a chop shop. I got $300 out of my $2000 purchase.....a sweet 74' Camaro with T-tops. A fuckin shame.

A year goes by and I bump into her at a bar. Things were quite friendly, until we get a couple of shots in us and then she brings the car up again. Now it gets really heated and ugly, and of course you have a few tough guys trying to play "hero" helping the poor damsel in distress from the mean ex giving her a hard time. A near brawl starts with me and 3 guys, and if not for the fact the friend I was with was good buddies with the owner I would've have been escorted out the door.

Fast forward a couple more years. I'm out bar hopping all damn day with a huge drunk on. I go back to the bar I started at around lunchtime (it now being about 10 p.m.) and the place is packed. So I put my name up on the chalkboard for "dibs" on the next game of pool. I'm like 4th or 5th in line and watch this blonde haired chubby girl kickin ass and taking names to all these guys in front of me. Finally, its my turn and 1/2 way through the game I really look at this girl and realize it's my ex. I was so drunk I didn't notice it was her, but most importantly she had dyed her hair blonde from brunette and put on about 50-70 pounds since I seen her last. Of course she knew it was me the whole time and didn't say a word. So I just chuckle and say to her....."girl, give it the fuck up....you couldn't beat me in pool as a brunette, you sure as fuck ain't gonna do it as a blonde". To which she replied with her usual growling "Fuck you". I did end up beating her, and she stormed off in a huff with me sarcastically giving her the "Hahah". Then she sits down over to a table with 4 or 5 biker guys, and I'm thinking....."here we go again". I hit the men's room to take a quick piss anticipating a possible fight, and when I come out all of them are gone. Never seen her ever again.

There are soon good stories in here about karma coming back to bite the ex in the ass. Unfortunately, nothing like that ever seems to happen to me.

My last real relationship, I walked in on her fucking a coke dealer in her dorm room. We haven't spoken since.

I befriended the guy she was sleeping with, earned his trust, and then when the opportunity was right, narced on on him. He had 25 hits of acid, weed, coke..you name it. He's no longer allowed on campus.

I almost feel bad about doing that now. If I was in his situation and some hott girl wanted to fuck, I don't think I'd turn her down, regardless of whether or not she was in a relationship. My ex was hott. You'd have to be a fag to say no to that.

I'm well over it now, but I secretly wish something bad would happen to her. I'd love to see her locked up for DWI because that is something she truly deserves.

I befriended the guy she was sleeping with, earned his trust, and then when the opportunity was right, narced on on him. He had 25 hits of acid, weed, coke..you name it.

SOOOOOOOOOO not cool. Not in the least. I can't wait till karma comes back and bites YOU in the ass. No good rat fink.

Hehe dont fret it. I think he kinda deserved it. If he's dumb enough to carry that amount of shit on him on campus..

And I feel the person who your boy/girlfriend cheats on you is %50 to blame also. It takes two..

I'm still in love with my ex but I have a new girlfriend so I keep it to myself and eventually it will die.

Haha, I remember when you posted that thread. Yeah, sometimes I feel bad about some of the stuff I did, but the more I think about it; the more I realize she did the same things, just a lot more subtly. She killed my pet snake, too. :(

She killed my pet snake, too. :(



That's going beyond revenge. Do what you must, but do not touch the pet!!

I'm just going to get a chameleon instead, haha. I was upset, but she claimed it was accidental, so I left it at that. I'm pretty sure she just stopped feeding it, though. She was supposed to look after it while I was stuck in the tent trailer, but it died about 3 months into it (A few weeks after she dumped me). All in all, we were out of a house for 8 months. Long time to be stuck in a tin and canvas room. It was all for the good, though. Gave me a much deeper appreciation for the things I took for granted.

It's so cool you got through all that. I'll get round to avenging your snake some day if you dont.

I mean, I tell my boyfriends hamster that daddy is a bastard, but I'd never physically hurt the fucking thing. That would be mean. I mean, really mean!

It's so cool you got through all that. I'll get round to avenging your snake some day if you dont.

I mean, I tell my boyfriends hamster that daddy is a bastard, but I'd never physically hurt the fucking thing. That would be mean. I mean, really mean!

She was crazy... haha, another reason I'm glad she's got another boyfriend. Oh, and to stab: Why are you still in love with her? Did she dump you, or visa versa?