My parents were not happy about him not being Jewish, so they cut me off and I had to pay my college tuition myself. While I was trying to figure out my work schedule between my two jobs, he accused me of being money hungry for wanting to work so much.

—Marla

Aftermath: A few months later I broke up with him. I was working two jobs; he was playing Playstation 3 all day.

He suddenly said it would be nice if I had long hair, weighed 10 lbs less (although I was very thin) and was 4 inches shorter.

—An

Aftermath: He finally ended back in the arms of his ex-girlfriend. She fit that description.

After an hour of wrenchingly dull dinner conversation, we finally got to the “What’s your favorite…?” portion of the evening. I asked her what kind of music she liked, and the first thing that came to her mind was Marilyn Manson. At first I laughed it off and asked what else she listened to. She thought…really hard…for nearly two minutes (I timed it on my watch)…and wasn’t sure, though she volunteered that “Fergie is sorta cool, ya know, like, ya know.”

—Nate

Aftermath: As if that wasn’t bad enough, we cuddled harmlessly that night (at her rather pushy prompting) and I found out later from our mutual friend that she was going around telling people I tried to cop a feel.

I suggested to my boyfriend that maybe “I love you” would mean more if we did not say it perfunctorily at the end of every single phone conversation. He flipped out and said I did not love him anymore and that he only says it that often because any moment might be the last time we ever speak to each other.

—farkat82

Aftermath: He grew more insecure and tried to remedy it by teetering between super XXX-rated messages and the sappiest, mushiest text messages ever—about 50 per day. I ended it

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.