Her: “She’s smiling at you, do you see?”
Me: “Er, um, uh, not really.”
Her: “She says ‘Mommy don’t screw this up, he’s a keeper!'”
Me: “Great!”
Her: “Want to look at her pictures?”
Me: “OK…”
She proceded to show the stillborn pictures off like any other newborn pics.

—Ghost

Aftermath: I knew it would be over fast.

It should have been over when he sent me a text informing me that he’d been lying to me for a month about who he was – his name, everything. Being a forgiving person, I chose to look past it for his honesty, only to be dumped 2 days before Valentine’s Day because we’d “grown apart.”

—Squishy

Aftermath: The same night he dumped me, he called me because I hadn’t tried to contact him after, and said he missed me and that he can’t not talk to me. CHECK. MATE.

I caught him jacking off to pictures of his ex-wife. They had been divorced for over 6 years and she’s remarried.

—LO

Aftermath: He wouldn’t get rid of them so I left.

It was over when she called her mom at 7:30 p.m. to ask her if she could go out and buy new bras and panties from Walmart.

—Who would ask this?

Aftermath: She went out and bought them, but it only lasted a few months. I couldn’t handle her always asking her mom for permission to do something.

We lived in subzero weather and were waiting for the bus (loser – no car). He had picked a zit and the ooze that was coming out of it had frozen into a drooping, mini version of his penis. I knew it was over right then.

—Lollie

Aftermath: He beat me to the punch and decided to go back to his old girlfriend shortly after this happened. Good riddance.