My husband, best friend and I went to the beach one weekend, but along the way during the 3 hour trip, we pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript brick building. Curious, I asked, “What’s going on? Something wrong with the car?” I was told we had to stop to get an abortion for my best friend, and it was my husband’s kid. The parking lot was for the clinic.

— *sigh*

Aftermath: We signed divorce papers a month later. They are now engaged and living together, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

We had dated for over two years when we were at a party and it struck me that I was having an amazing time….only because I was surrounded by other people and didn’t have to talk to him. I looked around and saw him chatting with the most annoying, conceited, hateful woman I had ever met, and he appeared to be having the time of his life. I thought, “those two should marry each other.”

— Bullet Dodger

Aftermath : I dumped him a few months later. He ended up marrying her.

I had been dating her for three months. Before we had met, she used to be a “cutter.” I never brought it up, for fear of her mental stability. When she wore short sleeves around me for the first time, the name “Brian,” (her ex-boyfriend) was clearly carved into her wrists.

— Tim

Aftermath: For the past seven years since we broke up, we’ve only talked a handful of times.

She said, “You remind me of the 4th of my 5 fathers.”

— QewlKat

Aftermath: Ran for the hills!

The first time he got really angry he curled up in a ball, sobbing.

— Susan

Aftermath: Better off alone.