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.
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We had been dating about a month when I told him that I was half Jewish. He got a weird look on his face, but didn’t say anything. The next day, he told me that he couldn’t see me anymore because he wanted to be a Baptist preacher one day. He couldn’t be with a girl with a Jewish heritage, even though I didn’t practice the religion. I guess we shouldn’t have had all that dirty sex if he was to be a man of God.
Aftermath: We still had to work together for a few months after that, and then he moved out of town. I haven’t seen him since. I wonder if he’s a preacher now?
This post was submitted by Melanie.
After 18 months, he cheated. He works in law enforcement, is very thin skinned and doesn’t like people talking about him behind his back. So, I posted nasty comments, his sexual tendencies and other info, including pics, in very public domains!
Aftermath: He had people walking up to him, propositioning him for sexual favors, with people pointing and laughing. His friends are catty and will laugh at and about him for years!
This post was submitted by Scott Free.
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Moved in with my fiancé when I was 19. He started banging his head against the wall at night and having weird blubbering fits. Then he slit his throat in the bathroom. While in the psych ward (where I visited faithfully and allowed him to blame me for his crazy), he cheated on me and then wanted to date us both at the same time!
Aftermath: I did go on a few dates with them—and then found my self-esteem. He is now heavily medicated and still single.
This post was submitted by Carol.
I got home from school one evening and left my bag inside my car, just for a minute. I passed an “out of place” stranger while walking into my apartment. He said hello, so did I. When I got back to my car, someone had smashed the window, stolen my bag and wallet. I called to tell my boyfriend what had happened–that I was scared because I suspected it was that stranger who knew what I looked like and where I lived. The boyfriend’s response: “I’m doing the dishes.”
Aftermath: I stayed with him for at least another year and a half knowing each day I didn’t love him. Why, I really don’t know. It was awful and devoid of passion, love and even friendship. I don’t care if I ever see him again!
This post was submitted by sparkyluck.