When asked when I would be ready to start a family by my (now ex) boyfriend, I said, “I have no idea if or when I want to have a family. I have no idea if that will happen for me.” He said, “That’s a lie.” Umm…no.
—Pamela
Aftermath: He continually brought up the same point. I continually gave him the same answer. I hated being called a liar. We broke up.
He invited me over to watch the new “Battlestar Galactica” miniseries. After it was over, he declared that the decision to run from the Cylons was cowardly, though he acknowledged that to stay and fight meant the end of the human race. A true patriot would have fought anyway, he said. Then he informed me that the show was obviously anti-Iraq war propaganda, and that he was a fervent supporter of President George W. Bush.
—Shannon
Aftermath: I would have ended it right then, but felt bad because we had already purchased tickets to see the premiere of the last “Lord of the Rings” movie with mutual friends a few days later.
We were in his office when his mother stopped by, and he introduced me as “a friend.”
—MB
Aftermath: Thirty years later, he found me on Facebook and asks to meet for coffee to catch up. Catch up on what? My entire life?
While watching the last “Lord of the Rings” movie, he spent the entire movie whispering to me like an old woman, “Who is that? What are they doing? Is that the bad guy? Where are they going now?“
—Shannon
Aftermath: This made it easy to pull the plug.
I realized it was over when I wanted to spend more time with my mom and her 25-year-old boyfriend than with my boyfriend.
—poemgirl
Aftermath: I used my mom as an excuse to dump him — “she didn’t approve” of my dating him.
