Year one: We diet and go to the gym together.
Year two: He gets plastic surgery from all the weight he lost from year one.
Year three: He is happier and I push him for a new job, while I start house hunting.
Year four: I buy him a laptop for X-mas and put the down payment on his new car.
Year five: My skinny, good looking boyfriend uses his laptop to find a new girlfriend that he impresses with his new car and three-flat financial investment.

—Monika

Aftermath: I am living with a new boyfriend that I don’t have to buy a thing for and I am the happiest I have been in five years. Lesson learned.

I’d been dating David for about 6 months and we were about to embark on a 3-week vacation with our dogs. A couple days prior to departure, his brother—DAVID—calls me. Turns out, while he was overseas on a work assignment, his brother (the David I was dating) was “house sitting.” Basically, everything I knew was really part of the overseas brother’s life and identity.

—Sharon

Aftermath: The real David had the fake David committed to the local mental hospital upon returning home. He only found out about me from one of his neighbors, which led him to search for my number and call. The three of us had one visit together the night before vacation. Next day, I went on to Montana by myself with my dog and was totally over this chapter after an hour on the road.

My girlfriend and I met up at an “after prom” party, got drunk, and ultimately ending up having sex. What I didn’t know was that she had cheated on me, with her ex, before she went home to change and he didn’t wear a condom. She denied it, even with her best friends siding with me.

—Chris

Aftermath: We still talk here and there, and still “have feelings for each other” but nothing has amounted ever since the incident.

I caught him trying to spy on me through my door’s peephole. I hid for awhile, but he wouldn’t go away and accused me of having someone with me. He said the police would have to escort him out ’cause he wasn’t leaving till he had answers.

—Allie

Aftermath: I was scared of his craziness but followed through with my plans to end it anyway. I also made sure my peephole was not turned around for future creepers to spy.

We were dating and he excused himself to go to the bathroom, came back, started kissing me, and the distinct smell of sh*t was in the air. I asked him if he’d washed his hands, he turned bright red, and embarrassingly walked away to wash them. After he has groped me and kissed my face.

—KRod

Aftermath: 3 1/2 years later, many skid marks, and smelly rooms later…and we’re still married. I’m filing for divorce next month.