Two years after deciding to stop working and go back to school, she announced that she was quitting school, but “didn’t really want to work full-time,” either. She then began berating me for working seven days a week to support her, her kids and her live-in mother. Then she cheated on me with a guy who worked at the goddamn post office.
Aftermath: I kicked her to the curb, then laughed in her face a year later when she asked for a second chance.
This post was submitted by Dave.
best of secrets!
On our first date. I kept getting a “creepy uncle” vibe from him. He was a few years older than I was, and spent most of the night telling me about how he had lost his wife and child to a drunk driver a few years earlier. When he dropped me off, he spent several minutes trying to talk himself into my house. I refused to let him in and lost his number.
Aftermath: I learned from a mutual friend that his wife and child were alive and well, living 2 states over while he finished off his degree.
This post was submitted by esnymos.
We had been married for 3 months. It was the exciting, blissful “Honeymoon Period”—all love and great sex. One day, I came home from work and there was an ugly little brand new white car in the driveway and the down payment money for our house was gone.
Aftermath: Who pays cash for a car, honestly? What was he thinking? He thought he could just do that without mentioning it to me and all would blissfully continue? I don’t even get a say in the color of the ugly piece o’ crap?
This post was submitted by Rhonda.
When she left for an overseas internship…when she stopped saying I love you…when the only time we would go out was with her friends.
Aftermath: After another terrible night out with her friends, we meet the next day for a beer, and parted ways before I finished my one drink.
best of manners
This wasn’t a hunting expedition, at least that’s what my husband told me when I agreed to go with him. We were in the truck when we spotted a deer about ten yards from the dirt road we were on. Before I knew it, my husband had gotten his gun out and shot the doe while still sitting in the truck. I was horrified.
Aftermath: What he did was illegal and I lost a lot of respect for him that day. I also realized just how little he respected me because he wasn’t a bit concerned about how it made me feel witnessing the kill. We divorced a year later.
This post was submitted by Becca.