best of sex
We were hanging out by my firepit with one of his female friends and it was time to go. His friend said she would go wait in the car so we could say goodbye. Then my boyfriend said (in front of her) that we should go into the woods and do it. I was in shock considering she was right there and it was my parents house. Then he had the balls to say, “No? I guess that part of our relationship is over.” Like I would’ve done that before? Keep thinking!
Aftermath: He got busted that night for driving buzzed with booze in the car. Things weren’t the same after that and we broke it off a few months later.
This post was submitted by Kathryn.
Two years after deciding to stop working and go back to school, she announced that she was quitting school, but “didn’t really want to work full-time,” either. She then began berating me for working seven days a week to support her, her kids and her live-in mother. Then she cheated on me with a guy who worked at the goddamn post office.
Aftermath: I kicked her to the curb, then laughed in her face a year later when she asked for a second chance.
This post was submitted by Dave.
best of secrets!
On our first date. I kept getting a “creepy uncle” vibe from him. He was a few years older than I was, and spent most of the night telling me about how he had lost his wife and child to a drunk driver a few years earlier. When he dropped me off, he spent several minutes trying to talk himself into my house. I refused to let him in and lost his number.
Aftermath: I learned from a mutual friend that his wife and child were alive and well, living 2 states over while he finished off his degree.
This post was submitted by esnymos.
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.
When she left for an overseas internship…when she stopped saying I love you…when the only time we would go out was with her friends.
Aftermath: After another terrible night out with her friends, we meet the next day for a beer, and parted ways before I finished my one drink.