I found a picture of him on Facebook, blackout drunk, dancing with and kissing a slut at a concert. We were both devastated. He swore he didn’t know her and didn’t remember anything. He begged forgiveness, sent flowers, wrote poems, recorded a song, professed his love for the first time, and drew me Venn diagrams stating he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I took him back. Four months later he broke up with me, saying he couldn’t reciprocate the same depth of love I had for him. He had a new girlfriend about 2 months later.

—Katherine

Aftermath: He was guilty for about a month and kept trying to contact me ‘til I told him to leave me alone. Now he’s sleeping with his new pop-tart who lives 3 blocks away from me.

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