best of sex
After journeying across country for a visit, he tried to go down on me and instead stuck his balls in my face. When I realized the musky smell was from lack of hygiene, I slept on the couch the rest of the visit.
Aftermath: When I got home, we exchanged a few texts but he got the hint with my lack of communication and disgust when he mentioned having sex with him again.
best of weird
Moved in with my fiancé when I was 19. He started banging his head against the wall at night and having weird blubbering fits. Then he slit his throat in the bathroom. While in the psych ward (where I visited faithfully and allowed him to blame me for his crazy), he cheated on me and then wanted to date us both at the same time!
Aftermath: I did go on a few dates with them—and then found my self-esteem. He is now heavily medicated and still single.
This post was submitted by Carol.
best of manners
We had been out on a few dates and I wanted him to meet my best friend and her boyfriend. We all decided to meet at a nice restaurant. Everything was going fine until he opened his phone and started showing my best friend all the porn he had downloaded.
Aftermath: It was over two weeks later.
best of chemistry
After sex, I thought it would be a good idea to take Plan B and made my boyfriend go get it from the pharmacy. Upon his return, he told me not to take it and that having a baby would be fun. Or if not, he hoped we could rent one for the day.
Aftermath: Two months later….I realized his incessant need for marriage and children after 4 months, at age 24, was a little too much for me. The kicker? I broke up with him and he claimed he had been planned on breaking up with me all along.
I got home from school one evening and left my bag inside my car, just for a minute. I passed an “out of place” stranger while walking into my apartment. He said hello, so did I. When I got back to my car, someone had smashed the window, stolen my bag and wallet. I called to tell my boyfriend what had happened–that I was scared because I suspected it was that stranger who knew what I looked like and where I lived. The boyfriend’s response: “I’m doing the dishes.”
Aftermath: I stayed with him for at least another year and a half knowing each day I didn’t love him. Why, I really don’t know. It was awful and devoid of passion, love and even friendship. I don’t care if I ever see him again!
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