We had dated a few years in college and were spending a summer week on the coast. We were in love, though very different. There was a billboard with some pro-family message (fine by itself). She asked if I’d want kids. I said not with her since they’d be raised religiously. She was a born-again Christian. We both knew then that this wasn’t for the long haul.

—Never Subtle Enough

Aftermath: We argued about that point, but had a nice week nonetheless. We weren’t a couple after that, though we did have sex a bunch of times. We both loved that part.

We had a lot common and he liked to have deep conversations. I was starting to really like him and hoping he’d ask me out until one day he mentioned he hoped to have at least two wives someday. I thought he must’ve meant two kids but he didn’t. He was a polygamist. He tried to console me by promising I’d always be the “first” to him.

—Ali

Aftermath: I avoided him as much as possible from that moment. I left that job as soon as the summer was over.

I figured out my girlfriend’s unexplainable weight loss was due to her being a closet drug addict!

—Chuckie

Aftermath: Lasted for a couple of “courtesy” months.

It was over when he compared my breasts to a video game.

—RIP

Aftermath: It ended the next morning after a year-plus of being together

Shortly before our wedding, I was worriedly waiting up for him—he had gone to pick up a friend from the airport and five hours later, he hadn’t even called. Around 2 a.m., I got a call from the police station. He’d been pulled over for speeding, the cops had searched the car and had found random pills on him. That, turns out, he’d stolen from my dad—whom the cops made him call to assure them the pills in question were, in fact, Viagra, and not something more nefarious.

—Helena

Aftermath: We wound up getting married. Extremely dumb move on my part. Now getting divorced, 4 years later.