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Facebook message: ”I thought I was upset because my father died, but really I was upset because I was unhappy with you.”
“I didn’t hit you, I popped you.”
During a visit, I found various photos of my long distance BF screwing SEVERAL different women. After I returned home enraged and disgusted, he called and asked why it bothered me so much. “Is it because they were more attractive than you are?”
“I didn’t get you a gift because I wasn’t sure we’d still be together” as we were driving to his Aunts house for Christmas. We sure didn’t last long after that.
My boyfriend of a year and a half, when I called him hysterically sobbing after my mother broke the news that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer:
“Well, she is going to die eventually, why are you so upset?”
I was an idiot and terrified of the trauma my family was about to face so I didn’t dump him right then and there but damn. Shoulda woulda.
My mom recovered, after 8 long months of chemo and radiation. I moved home to take care of her through the treatment and HE dumped ME because “He didn’t sign up for this kind of drama when he fell in love with me”. He was 40. I was 26.
He started dating a kinda-friend 2 weeks after we broke up and they are now married with a child and I am in a super happy relationship. So it all worked out for the best but wow…he was a real piece of work.
Spending a summer at home between college semesters, I was having a rough time with the redneck town, my parents, losing friends, and a terrible job. My ex, having a dream summer of touring with his band, told me to “quit whining about your life because it makes me upset”
I’m sure thats rough, buddy.
One day a couple of years ago, I found out that my grandmother had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. That night I laid in my boyfriend’s bed sobbing about the situation, and he said, “Could you not cry into the pillow? You’re getting mascara all over my pillow case.”
I have no words, except - what a fucking douche.
“Because I don’t have to be nice to you anymore.”
The reply when I asked why he’d turned into such a jackass during our (supposedly amicable) divorce.
Went to the bar, got wasted with my friend. We both think this one dudes extremely hot, invite him over. He shows up, we get to talking, one thing leads to another…
The next morning, I wake up hung over, realizing WHAT I just slept with, he wouldn’t wake up for the life oh him. I got dressed, he wakes up, goes:
“Oh…no morning sex?”
I look at the clock its 10:30am, “Yeah its technically not morning if you round up, so it’s like noon in my eyes.” Trying to get this bro out of my house. He sits up on the bed, starts putting his clothes on.
“Oh…yeah…ok…I see what you’re doing.” He says.
I go sit on my bed, waiting for this d-bag to leave. He looks at me starts stroking his dong, and goes “You sure you don’t want more of this?”
I’m in awe that this dude just seriously asked that, and i say, “Yeah I’m positive I don’t want that and you can leave out the sliding door.”
He leaves…I get a text the next night from him saying…”I just drove by your house and thought of you…”
WHAT A CREEP!!!
Boogina, yes he referred to female genitals as such, and i never even did anything sexual with him!! my first and last ex. after that i stalked the love of my life and 6 years later have never heard immature nicknames for anatomy, i found me a winner.
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