My first serious relationship was with a Canadian man. Ours was a long-distance affair, and I only actually “saw” him occasionally. When we were together, I’d try to make up for lost time by absorbing every gesture, look and quirk about him. One day I good-naturedly joked with him because his accent caused him to pronounce bagels as “bag-uls,” which I found very endearing. Unfortunately, he did NOT find this amusing in any way, and started a vicious fight that resulted in me crying in the car. Strangely enough, this didn’t concern him, but pointing out his interpretation of ‘bag-uls’ certainly struck a chord.

—Caitlin

Aftermath: The relationship lasted off and on for about 3 ½ years and ended shortly after bagel fiasco.

It was New Year’s Eve. I’d been seeing him for 4 months when he invited me to a party for New Year’s. Then, all of a sudden, he kissed me and I liked it. He gave me a drink and said he loved me. Then he threw up on me, and I just screamed at him. Everybody looked at us, and I just screamed and ran.

—donewithdumps

Aftermath: He was WASTED, so I left him on the curb. P.S. He drives a nice car (mine).

While saying our vows, my soon to be husband broke down in laughter… he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried, say the word “fidelity.”

— Jane Doe

Aftermath: Five years later we divorced.

I moved to another state for him and had a hard time adjusting, he said “If your so miserable here, just go home.” We were married.

— Better Off Without Him

Aftermath: I drove home.

While spending the afternoon with my boyfriend he went to the gas station to grab a soda and I decided to get the bed ready for lounging. As I ran my hand between the mattress and wall my fingers snagged something. It was a small pair of thong panties, that were not mine.

— Jasmine

Aftermath: I decided to give him another chance.  About 10 mos. later I ran into someone who brought a few things to light and decided it was time to say good-bye.