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Maximilian

January 25, 2011 @ (Arizona)

To MaryAnn, and the rest of you! Thanks for the link to this site, but none of this is news to me; between Facebook and MySpace, I know all the crap you sneaky little twits are always pulling on each other. Nice to see how much office time you people waste on the internet when you're supposed to be making me money!

Jessica killing herself may have been tragic. But, we all knew her clock was wound a little too tight for the corporate world so it was probably just a matter of time before she cashed in her chips anyway.

As for Tiff's little deception, well, I require an aggressive attitude by my salespeople. Those who succeed in this world are those who are willing to do whatever it takes to win! Not only do I admire her grit, but also her unconventional tactics. I will probably give her a raise! Mary, you should spend more time reading Sun Tzu, and a hell of a lot LESS time meddling in other peoples private affairs!

NOW, all of you assholes GET BACK TO WORK, before I fire the lot of you!

Heart Broken

November 24, 2010 @ (md)

Tags: ?

Well i was 15 when i meet this guy who did magic.He caught my attention so i built the courage to ask he to skip class with...remember i just met him.so he said yes and we went to a lake near our middle school.when ended up kissing and it felt so right...so we went out.unfortunately it was to much of a physical relationship so we broke up over the summer.my mom was so glad because she hated him.then school came around and we got back together and things were so different.i loved it,i loved him.and loved me.then we end up breakin up again over the phone when i was in a different country.so when i come back we start talkin and clearing things out.turns out he cheated on me with his best friend who just happened to come from illinois when i left to nicaragua.nice right.he ripped my heart out right from my chest and threw it into a fire.no matter how much i wanted to hate him, i couldnt.then school comes around again and now im 16.Neither of us wants to give up on us being together.we think we are the ones for each other.shit is so complicated right now with us.we fight one day and then the next we are happy to see each other.and now to boot; a friend of mine comes out sayin he has like me since last year.truthfully when we are texting i like hm to.but then when we are at school there is no spark.i dont find him attractive.but is still love talkin to him cause he makes me smile.i dont know what to do.i cant deny the love i still have for my ex bf.

Lola

October 08, 2010 @ (KY)

Tags: ex, boyfriend

Well it all started about two years ago when I met Connor. He was shy and sweet and knew how to make me laugh. We had a lot of things in common but I guess the one thing we didn't have in common would be the downfall of our relationship.
To keep things simple he had money,he was rich, well his family was rich. He was just in highschool so he didn't have any money of his own. He had the easy life.He stayed home and played his xbox and never had to lift a finger. Me on the other hand, I had to work and save up my money to just to go on dates. I never thought any of that mattered to him. Cause well its just money it has no sentimental value in a loving relationship. I was wrong. Towward the end of the relationship he started to leave me out of things and I finally confronted him about it.
He went out to eat with some of his "rich" friends and didn't invite me and his excuse was "I didn't think you would like a fancy restraunt like that" So to sum it all up one day we got in an argument over something stupid but he took it wat to personal and rolled off something like "at least my family HAS money!" well that was the final straw. I slapped him across the face,kicked him in the crotch and said "eff you and your money! We are done!"

John L.

July 20, 2010 @ (Orlando)

Tags: 8 year dream

I was with a girl for 7.5 months. When we first met she told me that she was going to try and get back together with her ex.8 years earlier I had begged God to show me the girl I was to marry. I had seen this girl and her dad for 8 years in my dreams and had been looking every day. 2 days before my 23 b-day,I took her out to dinner and it was my first date.We ended up hanging out more and more. FOund out later she was with a guy I knew and was having sex. I am a true Christian and wanted to show her that sex wasn't how you loved someone it was just being with the that mattered most. Her ex had messed up her head. I got drunk for the first time forher and apparently I woke up next morning with no clothes on. I lost my virginity.To me it was the most sacred thing I wanted to give my wife to say this is all that I am and I am giving it to you. We ended up doing it a lot and I thought she would stay with me. She was talking with her ex the whole time and I hated that but was trying to show I cared. He came back 4 two weeks and she had sex with him. I had just given her a 200 dollar pair of earrings saying the night before don't forget about me. She came back and we were together for a few months then she started working at a place full of guys then the there was no contact with her. I was like what the crap. She didnt tell me anything. I had nightmares of me being in the room while she was having sex with a guy I had never seen. Later found out she was seeing a guy from work. And that she had finally broken up with her ex.
I said is there any way that we could start over since she now had a clear head. No. She never once loved me or had feelings for me. They were all transferred from her ex to me. Sorry.
In the end I gave my virginity so she wouldn't go to another guy who would use her for sex,gave her my heart, mind, body and soul. I waited 8 years for this girl and she took everything and said it meant nothing. Now I am afraid to even ask a girl out because I believed in her. One time after sex she was like what is your favorite part. aka on her body. I pointed to her heart. I never wanted sex. I kept telling her it was just holding her hand, being in her arms, and looking into her eyes that made me forget everything. Now I fear she is destroying her future. All I can do is pray

Charlie

February 21, 2010 @ (New Zealand)

Tags: sleazy, upsetting

She was my first love. We were lovers and best friends, it was amazing. We had our moments where there were spats and petty arguments, but we always got over them pretty quickly. About 6 months in we hit a rocky patch where we were constantly fighting and holding grudges longer than we were in spending time together so we called everything to a halt and "took a break" but after being apart for a week and a bit got back together. Things, although still great, were never the same. Our relationship lacked the passion and we were fading to bare friendship. By the end of our 7th month I tried to cling to the scraps of our relationship but she was slipping away and i was constantly having to call, txt and arrange when and where i'd see her. It got to the point where i knew she'd lost interest in me completely and i had nothing i could hold on to. After one of our last "arranged" dates i moved in to kiss her hello and she leaned away. I confronted her about her feelings and she turned around and said that she wanted our "infatuation" to slip into a comfy, close friendship. I agreed, i couldn't force her to feel differently about me. We avoided each other for a week when she started txting me again. I asked how she was, if she was seeing anyone and i got a few stinted replies our conversation dwindled and died. She then txted me a few hours later asking how i'd feel if she was to start seeing someone; i tried to stay nonchalant and told her it was her choice and to do what made her happy and, stupidly, asked if i'd know the person. She replied with one of our mutual acquaintance, of which, i felt a bit put out knowing a few trashy, sleazy stories about him but left it up to her. She then pushed the matter, asking how i'd take it if they were officially dating and i repeated my "whatever makes you happy" but then it struck me and i asked her how long they'd been dating. She replied that she'd hooked up with them days after we'd officially broken up. I was heartbroken. She continued to text me, then kept calling but i couldn't bring myself to answer. It's been a two years and i still refuse to fall into any relationships due to the scars shes inflicted. How long did her relationship with the sleaze last? 4 weeks.

Steffi

February 06, 2010 @ (Indonesia)

Tags: dumped

R and I met in college. He was two years younger than me. At first I thought he was a little too immature for my taste, but I decided to give him a try.
We dated for the past six months. He knew I was possessive and jealous, and he SAID he understood. He knew I was insecure. He SAID he understood. He never once complained. He never once told me anything about what he didn't like about me. I've always told him to open up to me, to tell me anything that was bothering him. But everytime I tried to open the lines of communication, he either joked about it or said everything's fine.
I was very happy with him. He truly loved me, and he taught he how to love. I was a little afraid of love, but he took my hand and together we took that leap of faith. I loved him. I loved him with all my heart.
A few weeks ago, things started to go downhill. WAY downhill. We started fighting a lot. And he didn't have the patience that he used to have with me anymore. We had this huge fight, and ever since then things were never the same again. After that fight, everytime I looked at him, I saw the emptiness in his eyes. He started distancing himself from me. When we went on dates, there were more awkward silences. I tried to pretend like nothing happened, but how long can I continue pretending?
Finally, I told him to make a decision. Either make an effort, or call it quits. He decided to take the easy way out. He dumped me. He said he didn't have any feelings for me anymore, and that he wasn't happy with me anymore.
I begged him to take me back. I begged him to give me more time. He refused.
How could anyone who LOVED me as much as he did suddenly lose all feelings for me in a mere matter of weeks? When I told my friends about the breakup, nobody believed it. Everybody said, 'That's impossible! He's so in love with you!'
But I guess his love was ephemeral. If he truly loved me, wouldn't he have tried to save the relationship?
In the beginning, when I was having doubts with the relationship, he always tried to convince me that love will conquer all. I guess that was all BS.

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.

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.