Our mediocre, long-distance, barely sexual relationship had crossed the one-year mark when he informed me he’d decided to spend his summer off learning Spanish in Guatemala instead of with me. Regardless, I tried to be supportive. When his emails grew increasingly brief a few weeks into his study abroad, I scheduled a mandatory phone date, and caught him in a lie: He’d met someone and cheated. I hung up, packed up his things and ignored the weak stream of apologetic emails and voicemails that followed.

—lauren

Aftermath: We never saw each other again. Through the grapevine I learned he got married less than a year later…and had a baby. (Oops.) I have since met the man of my dreams and, as much as we love traveling together, we will never go to Guatemala.

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