Tell us your best break-up stories

Hmm.. I have been **** on by a few in my time.

The worst has to be dropping and picking up the ex at another fella's house when she lied and said it was a party. Best of it was she told me as I got back her place. When I told her where to go her words were 'I don't like to see you upset'. I should have killed her there and then :(
 
Apparently I'm rather attractive to the gay men!


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Worried how story going to end.


we ended up having a threesome back at the Holiday Inn.

AMAZING!

and, for the record, I couldnt actually find a .gif that could justify the "amazing" statement.. But, whilst I was looking, I found this bird, so, ill just leave her here as collateral.

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Of all the past GF's I've had, only one broke up with me.
Typically at the time I actually thought she was probably "the one"
I've broken up with all the others and I've had various results from a simple "shame it's over but you know people change".....
to
"You can't leave because I'm pregnant" - She wasn't, she was just a bit bat ****

I can say that however the current one ends (if it ever does) it will be nuclear on her part I'm sure. Ginger bird!! = Insanity
 
Text a friend (old flame) saying how much my lady (of only... 2/3 months) was winding me up. She was being a proper mean cow at the time and things really weren't good. Text the friend on the Friday night and had the GF over for the weekend as it was her birthday. Had a pretty good time etc etc as couples do.

Come Monday she gets home and reads her texts as she'd forgotten her phone over the weekend...

I hadn't sent the text to my friend.

She turned up at my door the next day, handed back all gifts, handbagged me and left. Was a call to suggest if a chat was an idea she'd hang about a few mins before driving home but gave that a miss. Definitely not one I miss.

Spoken to her since and her current bloke (the one after me as it happens) works in the same building :D all long ago now so it's ok :)
 
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[FnG]magnolia;22726658 said:
No need to apologise. Life is a bit unpleasant sometimes and we don't always want to share it with strangers. You take care. That's an order not a suggestion :)

Here you go, it goes a little something like this:

http://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showpost.php?p=22778439&postcount=25

No one would have had any idea if indeed I'd gone through with it. No notes, no cryptic hidden messages. Nothing. Just a body.

I'd run out of reasons to live. Or more precisely, run out of reasons not to kill myself.

I had a girlfriend, house and car and a decent job.

Internally, the pressure was just too much. I was very good at hiding it, any outbursts could be attributed to pressure at work or whatever but the conflict and anxiety created by there being something so fundamentally wrong with my very existence was taking too much energy than I could muster.

I was a shell of a human being. My relationship with my partner had dissolved into two people existing together. I felt helpless, completely and utter without hope that I could ever resolve the internal conflict. In short, I convinced myself that the world and those around me would be better off if I weren't around, so I sat down one evening and had a serious think about things and I decided there and then that the next evening I would kill myself.

I had everything ready to go the next evening, and I was just about to do it, literally 30 seconds away from it - I was actually quite looking forward to not hearing the constant buzzing, static in my head, not being disappointed I'd not gone to sleep forever or feeling guilty whenever I saw my girlfriend crying to herself quietly in the kitchen because of what I'd made the relationship become - then she phoned me to say she'd left her work keys at home and was coming back for them.

I didn't do it, when she came back I was curled up in a ball in the middle of the landing sobbing hysterically. I started blurting it all out and that sealed the start of the real end of our relationship.

She wouldn't have known a thing, and neither would anyone else if she wouldn't have left her keys at home that evening.

I just couldn't think of one single reason to not kill myself and that encompassed everything. I had to find something to appease my mind, and shutting it up for good was the only surefire way of doing it.
 
I think the worst breakup stories are the ones that you physically can't tell because they're either too long and drawn out that it's an epic essay, or ones that are in bits and contain unfinished business.

Relationships are messy things.

:Edit: And no, I won't be posting up any gory details of the rollercoaster rides I've been through :p
 
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