She caught me sniffing her daughter’s dildo.

—John

Aftermath: I moved my crap out the next day.

I found out he had gone MIA because he had been in jail. I stupidly took him back only to have him go MIA…again.

—Kate

Aftermath: I quit trying to pursue the “relationship,” or lack thereof. Years later, I also found out the entire time we had been dating—he was engaged.

My boyfriend told me he lost my guinea pig while playing with it. Thirty minutes later, we found it behind the couch—dead. A week later, I forgave him and he bought me a new one. Not even a month later he accidentally killed that one too and stuck it in a trash bag next to a can of raviolis that he made 2 minutes after the poor animal died. And this was not the weirdest thing about him either…

—Secret

Aftermath: I went to the bathroom to cry and when I came out, I dumped him! He is now known as Guinea Pig Killer.

When boyfriend slept with my best friend over 10 times and thought it was OK to tell me because we were broken up then.

—Steph

Aftermath: After he told me, I beat my disease-infested best friend’s ass. I see him every now and then because he lives up the street from my mom. What an a-hole.

He would get up every morning at 7am at my parents’ house and smoke weed with my stepmom. Sorry kid, already had enough low-lifes in the family that I had to deal with, I didn’t need to add another.

–B

Aftermath: We dated for 6 months, and now I find him absolutely repulsive. Haven’t seen or talked to him in a good 1.5 years. It’s been really nice.