I  dated a guy I was head over heels for, best sex of my life. He was in a band and leaving for a European tour for 3 months. Initially he wanted me to come, but changed his mind. Before he left, he told me he didn’t want to cheat on me, but wasn’t sure he could control himself with all the hot European groupies. I realized the only thing I could do was tell him it was fine, but that we shouldn’t date anymore. My heart broke into a million pieces.

—Glorified Groupie

Aftermath: Three months later he returned from Europe with a hot, new wife he’d only just met. A few months later, he emailed asking me out for a drink. I told him I didn’t think his new wife would appreciate it and he pretended he didn’t know what I was talking about. Funny thing is, I still kind of miss him.

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.

I was out of town for a close family members funeral and he wrote me: “Dear subscriber, I know you’ve been out of town, but your sex balance is past due.. Your account will reach virginity status… Please f*ck to avoid disconnection. Thank you. ^-^”

—Kyya

Aftermath: That was his sympathy… I think that was definitely it, when I knew what we had built our relationship on.

She told me she had herpes right before we were going to make love…..no STDs for me, thank you.

—Sean

Aftermath: She kicked my junk and left.

The morning after completing a 2,500 mile trip to see my father, who had been diagnosed with cancer and given 6 months to live, she told me we needed to talk. She said she thought she could do better by herself. I married her after she got pregnant overseas in the military. I asked her if she thought of it all on her own. No, she said, the people at work helped her figure it out.

—jp

Aftermath: I left, right then to take care of dad. And, 26 yrs later she still blames me for everything that went wrong in her life (plenty). She is as big as a house and mean as a snake now.  I have peace and serenity.