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?
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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.
best of manners
This wasn’t a hunting expedition, at least that’s what my husband told me when I agreed to go with him. We were in the truck when we spotted a deer about ten yards from the dirt road we were on. Before I knew it, my husband had gotten his gun out and shot the doe while still sitting in the truck. I was horrified.
Aftermath: What he did was illegal and I lost a lot of respect for him that day. I also realized just how little he respected me because he wasn’t a bit concerned about how it made me feel witnessing the kill. We divorced a year later.
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He snapped his fingers at the extremely swamped bartender.
Aftermath: This was merely a portent of the boorish and exceedingly rude behavior to come that night. After exchanging a horrified look with the bartender and mouthing “Sorry!” I hurried the date to its conclusion as quickly as possible.
It was over when we were out for the first time with my friends. She invited out a “friend” and proceeded to hang off his arm. I ditched her and her friend immediately, with the bar tab.
Aftermath: She tried to contact me two days later to see if she could buy weed off a friend of mine. I let her know she had no class.
This post was submitted by Andy.