It was a blind date. I got in the car and he started berating me for not thanking him for the flowers – which I didn’t receive. He called and yelled at the flower shop for not completing the delivery. At dinner, he yelled at the waitress when she stopped by to take our drink order. I begged off the rest of the date and he took me home. Before parting ways he handed me a gift bag containing banana scented bubble bath and said, “I was thinking we could try it out. Banana is a very sensual scent.”

—Vee

Aftermath: No bubble bath for him that night. I tossed the stuff out as soon as I got in the door. I never spoke to him again.

I knew it was over when I was two weeks late and finally worked up the courage to tell him I thought I was pregnant. He acted supportive until after I took the test and found out I wasn’t, when he began yelling at me for being “inconsiderate” for not waiting until after I took the test to tell him anything so he wouldn’t have been so scared. He then explained that he needed to “spend some time with his family after this traumatizing event” and went and smoked with his brother, not even asking how I was feeling.

—NotaMommy

Aftermath: As soon as he he left his house that night (he lived with his parents) I went there with a friend and moved out everything I had been keeping there.

It was over when he stopped talking to me for a whole night because he cooked a meal with cheese and black pepper in it and I refused to eat it. I’m lactose intolerant and allergic to black pepper, both facts which he knew.

—Leyla_Dancer

Aftermath: I moved out three months ago and told him I didn’t want to be with him.

I knew it was over when my husband and I were married for 1 month and I told him that I was pregnant. He said, “F***, S***, I wanted to wait for 2 or 3 years.” Also when I told him the sex of the baby, he said that he wanted a boy. What a jerk.

—Sicily

Aftermath: We dated for 4 years and we were married for 1 year

Should have realized it was over when, on my birthday, he took me to a sports bar so we could watch football, knowing full well I despise the sport. It was the only time we ever went out. He would also take me over to our friends’ house at least twice a week to watch the sport.

—Emma

Aftermath: Lasted two more months. Still haven’t figured out why I let it go on that long. Now I’m dating his best friend and have found true love.