I left him on the couch while I took a long, hot, post-jogging shower. When I emerged, he was sitting in the exact same spot. “What did you do while I was in the shower?” “Sat.” He hadn’t surfed the Internet, read a book, taken a nap. He’d sat staring into space for 20 minutes.

—Autumn

Aftermath: I tried for eight months to make it work because he was the nicest man I’d ever met. When I finally dumped him, he kicked my kitchen cupboard and broke it in two.

It was over when she said, “I was talking to my therapist about you and she said…”

—AKK

Aftermath: It was over in 2 weeks.

At my then-boyfriend’s house I opened a drawer to borrow a T-shirt. All the T-shirts were perfectly folded, as if ironed. I knew right then and there that I must run for my life.

—AKK

Aftermath: The relationship lasted about six hours after this.

He revealed that he liked to masturbate while wearing women’s nylons.

— Laci

Aftermath: I stopped taking his calls.

I found him peeing in the kitchen sink. When I gasped out loud, he acted like he was sleep walking. A few months later, I found whiskey bottles full of pee under the bed. He wasn’t sleep walking, he was just too lazy to go to the bathroom!

— Cheryl

Aftermath: We went our separate ways.