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TinkerBell

February 03, 2010 @ (Oregon)

When I was in high school there was this guy that liked me and I could not stand him. He asked me out multiple times and I said no. I then moved away and never saw him again but did think about him. About a year after I graduated I found him on myspace and we met up for coffee and it was love at first site. He had matured (so I thought) and was super cute. We started dating and where engaged. He told me how much he loved me and would never leave me and how beautiful I was. He broke up with me after 5 months ( that seemed like a year ) he didnt even give me much of a reason other then he needed space and a couple areas we just both needed to work on to make this work. Long story short I found out that he had started spreading rumors about me to my friends while I was gone to college. I also found out that the reason he broke up with me was for my best friend who he had been cheating on me with. I got over him a little faster but after dating a 2nd guy )who dated me to make his ex jealous) I miss him alot. I moved home and am going to a new school soon and there are so many memories of us. He was my first everything, kiss, love, he took my verginaty. I miss the fun times we had and the friends I had till he destroyed that for me. I am still trying to get back on my feet but I have a hard time trusting anyone now.

Carl

January 07, 2010 @ (Delhi)

Tags: Family, control, dominating family

I was in love with some girl, when I met a girl who became my friend (very good friends). I broke up with my love just to offer her a chance to be with some one who was better for her than me. She would ignore her but he would wait. I thought of moving out so he could get his place which, he did. My love hated me for leaving but I could live with the thought that atleast she'll be happy all her life without me.

I was coming out of that love and discovered my friend had developed feelings for me. For the first thought I had her by my side in my low time so I accepted her but her sister and I had an ego clash. Her sister always ruled my friend (now my GF) and I opposed it. This took her sister be against me and I certainly could not accept her sister. I took a promise from my GF to not let her sister get involved in our life and in simple words leave her for me. She agreed but kept the contacts with her sister, this reason brought so many fights between us but nothing changed. After marriage till date, many fights and many chances to break up, she still wants to sail in 2 boats.

No breaking contacts at the cost of my happy married life. I realised some times you as a husband is expected to accept all you get but you are unable to....Can't be a doormat and can't keep fighting everyday when the reason is her family. I think of moving out but get blamed. Along the way the fights have made me hear things that haunt me now and I see my feelings for her are not the same anymore.

I regret to have given my LOVE in somebody's hand and sacrificed. 2nd time I was taken for granted. Now I am all broken and just dragging myself with her as we have a child as well.

Can't live with her and can't leave her. Living with her has a cost to pay and leaving her has a cost for my child to pay.

Sometimes life gives you a fruit that looks sweet but its bitter when you bite. I am responsible for my own mistakes and will have to learn to live with the memories of my Fisrt and only love. What is more ironic than this?

Angelina

January 05, 2010 @ (OC)

Tags: guys, matt, emt, hospitals, loser, new orleans, fighting, crying

I met this guy on yahoo personals. I really thought I hit jackpot since most guys aren't that chatty, but he was. We finally met and instantly liked each other. He would text me every morning saying "good morning" and every night saying "good night." I was seriously on cloud 9. He works in a hospital so we only saw each other once a week. 6 months in we decided to take a trip to New Orleans together. We had been fighting a lot about stupid shit because we are both strong, opinionated people. I gave up a lot just to make him happy. It got to the point where I didn't care about my happiness anymore. It only mattered what he thought and what he wanted because it was easier that way. But I would slip and give my opinion sometimes and that's when we would fight, he would make fun of me for the dumbest things and put me down constantly if he didn't agree with my opinion. While we were in New Orleans he wanted to party every night, and sleep all day. I was super upset, I'm on vacation in an amazing City and you just wanna sleep all day because you wanna party all night?? I did a lot of exploring alone, which made me sad. Every time I made a decision to do something he always found something wrong with it and put me down. I cried every day. One night I begged him if we could stay home and relax. Our sex life was seriously lacking, but every time I was in the mood he wasn't...I wanted to stay in because I wanted to have a hot steamy night together. He wanted to go out. After telling me he was only going down to the hotel bar for an hour I called him 2 hours later, he said he was still there, 3 hours later he wasn't responding to my texts. 4 hours later he told me he was in the bar still, it was 2am! I went downstairs to the hotel bar and found out it had been closed since 11pm!When I finally got a hold of him and found him drunk outside he said he met some guys at the bar and went out with them. The next day I saw a couple texts in his phone to 2 girls that he was texting the night before. Saying that he wished they were there, and if they were there he wouldn't be "lonely in New Orleans."

I called him out and he laughed, saying they were just friends. I didn't really believe him but I let it go, we had 3 days left of our vacation. After coming home and a couple more weeks of me being miserable I decided we needed to talk, but he never had the time. He can't text me back, but he can text other girls? WTF?

He ended up coming over the day after Thanksgiving and breaking up with me. Stating that he cared about me sooooooooo much but just couldn't have a GF right now.

I wasted 6 months of my life with someone who wasn't all that into me and made me cry every day, and in the end, cheated on me and then HE broke up with ME. Lesson learned....my happiness should matter more then his.

Joe N

December 15, 2009 @ (Visalia)

Tags: etc

So I dated this chick for a little over 3 years, and I actually had thought that she was the one. Well in August of this year, I had found out that she had slept with my band mate about 2 years ago (before the band had formed). I may have been able to forgive it, being so long ago, but I had suspected that she cheated on me with him and had asked her several times over the years. She would always get upset with me (as would I if I was falsely accused) so I dropped it and went along with it because I trusted her. Finally, when I found out for sure, she admitted the whole thing, and we broke up. The band ended, and so did my friendship with my drummer. All he could say was that we weren't that close before the band started, and all she could say was that she was sorry and that she was stupid for doing the whole thing. I know I should just move on and forget about these people, but my gut is telling me to tell drummerboys girlfriend who he's been dating for 6 years about the whole thing, and hook up with her. Any thoughts?

Lane

December 14, 2009 @ (LA)

Tags: la

Few weeks ago I starting dating a new guy. Previously i was in a long term type deal and needed some time before getting the market again. We had a few dates, it was that time that we could mess around some. well, when I went to pull down his pants his 'guy' wasn't much of a guy at all. I didn't mean to, but i giggled. he pulled up his pants can ran out. I felt terrible, but he didn't have to make it so dramatic. wow, they say that women are drama queens.

John

November 24, 2009 @ (texas)

Tags: hypocrite, bad reason

We were high school sweethearts but ended up going to different colleges in different states. She chose the college she went to because she wanted to become a doctor. We didn't get to see each other a whole lot but it was enough to keep going. She gave up becoming a doctor after a semester and i supported her. She then said she wanted to study abroad for a year and I didn't want her to go because we'd be apart for a year and it was hard enough being apart for how long we were. I got an offer for an internship and it was pitched to me that i'd make a lot of money. It turned out that wasn't the case. I decided to quit and go home to my old job so I wouldn't break even that summer. When I got back she broke up with me because she said I was immature for quitting the intership even though I explained how it cost me $2000 and i only made $80.

Ingram

October 24, 2009 @ (California)

Tags: Freak

hey everyone what's up. i had to post my story, it unbelievable! been dating ally for close to year. I've got a real perv buddy. the guy that watches porn on a daily basis. well, hes a little weird so i don't like hanging out with him much so when he called the other day i didn't pick up. he kept calling and calling and this isn't like him, so i called him back. he told me to log in to my email he just sent me a link. well, the link was to an amateur porn site. guess who the star of the film was? need to call the Dr. asap. fuck me.

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.

Chris

October 13, 2009 @ (California)

Tags: heartbreaking

This isn't an especially exotic breakup, but it certainly broke my back. When I was an intern, I took a weekend call pretty early ... on a Friday night, so the amount of trauma we saw was very heavy (idiots drinking/driving, getting stabbed, etc). That 28hr shift was pretty much the worst night of my life b/c of:

- my first end of life discussion w/a family
- getting my chief to come in was like pulling teeth
- a couple of traumas came in basically DOA
- my medstudent, despite being warned that it was going to be a tough night and that he should read up on diagnosing traumatic injury, decided to read up on wiring of cautery knives ...
- ... then had the nerve to cuss me out for not treating him like he knew anything, despite him never reading, never knowing anything about patient treatment other than pain level
- the floor nurses refused to take verbal orders, making me actually walk up to the floor and write it in the patient chart (no matter if I was in the middle of a Code Blue or not)
- in fact, I got into lots of arguments with nurses about retarded crap
- the next morning, I was so busy in the ER, the oncoming resident had to see all my patients, making me look like a total douche
- I didn't sleep
- I didn't eat after lunch
- hell, I didn't even get to sit down at ALL that night

So I finally get home, almost getting into an accident on the way home b/c of exhaustion, and I get into bed and crash. 10hr later I wake up, still wiped out, hungry as hell, and figure the only thing that can make me feel not like shit is talking to my [long-distance] girlfriend of 20 months.

Well, literally just after I said the words "I don't think I'll ever have a worse night in my life," she cuts me off and says that she doesn't think we should date anymore. I was so exhausted I could barely put up a fight. I just slept for another 24hrs, and didn't eat until 2 days later, when I came back to work. Absolutely heartbreaking.

It was at that point that my realization dawned: being a doctor SUCKS; THIS is what I busted my ass, all my life, my dream, for???

James

October 13, 2009 @ (Somewhere)

Tags: tag1 tag2??

So I've been reading these posts and felt compelled to share a story that happend to me about 5 years ago. I started dating this girl who seemed pretty until a little over a month into the relationship. All of a sudden she became very anti-social. If we were out with friends she rarely spoke and would just sit there. If we stayed in she rarley engaged in conversation with me. It was getting annoying. Anyway, one day we were driving to another city to visit some friends about 2 hrs away and as normal she was being really quiet no matter my efforts. Since I was bored I decided to put in a Bob Dylan cd I had. After about 10 mins she finally talks and bitches "God this stuff is sooo boring, can't we listen to something else?" I realized right then and there that there were other fish in the sea. Without saying a word I turned around at the next overpass and drove back to her house. She asked me a few times what I was doing but didn't say a word til we got to her house. I told her to get out and not to call me again.