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November 09, 2009 @ (so. cal)

Tags: he wanted 2 women at the same time

So I met this really nice (goodlooking) man. Met him at a singles group, I thought he was the one, after just getting divorced a year before, and he was the first man I met right after. Everything was going great-he met my parents, I met his, then he moved in with me. And he started taking some of his phone calls out-side? I asked him why he was doing this? He then told me that He was talking to his ex-girlfriend that now has cancer(breast). Then the next week, he asked me if he could still be with me during the week, and his ex on the weekend she lives in riverside, and we both live in so-cal. I said bye bye. And I then called his ex, and told her that he has been seeing you & me,at the same time...This went on, him seeing the ex and me for a month.

Breeder

November 07, 2009 @ (Alabama)

Tags: Bitch

Well,
So, I dated this girl for about a year. Things were good and even though she was busy with grad school and work, and had a hecktic schedule, I still hung in there. I made sure when she ws with me that she felt appreciated and that I still loved her and supported her no mtter what. So one day, I am at Starbucks during my lunch break and who do I see walking out as I am parking my Car? My girlfriend with another dude. I wouldn't have cared so much if she hadn't told me she didn't have time to meet today cause she was so busy...anyway, I confront her later that night. She proceeds to tell me that she is an has been cheating on me for a month or so. This being the case I flip out and tell her to leave. I decide that everyone should have a second chance. I tried surprising her and had a candle lit dinner and classic nusic playing when she came over...and asked her to marry me. She started crying an I assumed tht meant yes...then she jerked her hand back, and said no!!!!!!! Needless to say, I was devistated. I hate her...still hate her, and always will hate her....fuck you for wasting my time...and posting our fucking story on you broke up how .com you bitch...you think this was fucking funny? your sick!

Some1

October 13, 2009 @ (don't matter)

Tags: broken heart, lost love

There was this girl. I had known her for years and years. I met her in 5th grade and ever since then we became friends. We wouldn't talk much but we'd always have something to say to each other. We grew up...her becoming gorgeous day by day and me realizing how much this girl knows me. We'd literally sit for hours talking about our lives and our beliefs. She had a cold outside, but inside she was warm and sweet as sugar. She went out with my best friend at one time and I didn't mind. I always felt she would come back to me. So I waited. 2 long years I waited until finally all those times of going to her house to have sandwiches got to me, all those times of sitting in class cracking on everyone else got to me, all those times of hanging out and generally loving each others presence got to me......I fell in love...or so I thought. I felt perfect. Everything was right. Just being in her presence took away all my demons, my frustrations, my unwavering pathetically insignificant life. I felt like a person in front of her. Like I mattered. I fell in love with my dream girl.

But then things got different. She went to college and hooked up wit some dude...She swore it was a mistake and that it was the first time she had gotten drunk. My dumbass believed her. Why? Because I believe in HER and ME...together. I told her we'd work through this. A couple months later, she told me she had to break it off because her parents didn't approve of me even though they had known me my entire life. They thought I was unpredictable and was going no where in life just because I wasn't becoming a doctor. She told me her parents didn't approve and I believed her. We broke up and God did it fuckin hurt. I couldn't talk to her, email her, nothing. She said her parents knew about us and were making sure I didn't call her. I lost touch with her. My best friend told me he went to go see her to console her because he knew we were both going through a hard time. He came to my place afterwards and TO MY FACE told me that nothing happened. After that, I went to India.

When I came back, I lost my soul, my heart, and my general appreciation for love. My best friend, who has known me just as long as she did, tells me that the day he went to go see her...something did happen. I was a broken man. In one swift move, I lost any connection to my love and my true friend. I cursed her for breaking my heart and for doing something this cruel. As for my best friend, I forgave him with my brain but not my heart. Both of them hurt me in ways I didn't know humans could be hurt. I had done no harm to any of them. I showed them love when everyone else showed hate.

The story goes on. My best friend went on...back to his old girlfriend. She forgave him and they moved on. And for her...she has a new boyfriend. A douche. Some fuck who will probably end up worse off.

My entire perception of people changed that day. I don't know if I should put more trust in strangers or in friends. At least strangers won't lead you on when they fuck your shit up.

I'll admit. I had my faults. Maybe I was going too fast with it and I jumped into things. but I truly felt this was it. My dumbass never felt so stupid in my entire life. I should've calmed down and played it slowly. She told me it wasn't gonna work, but I told her we'd make it work. I just never knew I was the only one workin at it.

I've had so much shit hit me in my life. Car accidents, fist fights, fights at home, fights with friends, broken bones, shattered eyes, surgeries, deaths, fires, rejection, loneliness, isolation...and yet. the only thing that ever REALLY hurts me...is a broken heart.

Bridges

October 07, 2009 @ (PA)

Tags: Only me...

My X and I had been seeing each other for awhile. He lived in my parents hometown and I went to school an hr away. He never came to see me so when we had "the talk" he told me he was afraid to drive over bridges...I went to school in Pittsburgh. For those of you who don't understand this...we have three rivers surrounding the city. The best part...he's moving to the South Side.

Sara

September 28, 2009 @ (New York)

Tags: ny

my ex and i loved to make youtube videos. we'd go out and record all kind of stuff. well one day i got an im from him telling me to goto this video. I did was it was him breaking up with me... ;( Worst part was it already had 5 other views. I wasn't even the first to knew. ahole

Bryan

September 25, 2009 @ (nowlans nigga)

Tags: nipples

So here's the score. I broke up like the rest of you lame asses, but then i thought I had a chance with my ex. I mean, it's like every story I've ever read. I should have known better, right? So, I took my ol' lady to the He Is Legend concert like she used to like, and guess what? She apparently doesn't like them any more. Gayer than AIDs right? Anyways, I guess girls like you for something, then break up with you for the same thing. I mean, what is so wrong with working nights? Tracy came up to me and straight said, "Fuck You" to me the last time I saw her. That's intense. I don't wear too much of that shit on me, but that one stuck. Her friends came up to me and told me that I'm the biggest asshole in th world. I mean, it's not too far off, but I've been trying. I don't know what to do. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I feel like the biggest GAY, ever. How does a female wreck you like that?? So, I was told to check this site out by my friend, and I thought that I would make up a story, but I just had the juices flow. I hope there are creepy chics out there that are reading this and ready to pounce. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with hugs? I don't even want a girlfriend. I'm never home and I never really have time, but a girl to spoon with on Sunday is my requisite for a girlfriend. Grr. I love venting on websites that are anonymous, syke. Anyways, this is probably the gayest thing I've ever done, but I will keep on venting and pretending like this doesn't matter to me.... but it does.