I realized I didn’t want to spend my life with her when we found out she was pregnant. After the miscarriage, I let things simmer a few months before breaking it off.

—Johnny

Aftermath: Two years later, still no babies.

For me, it was over when she said, “I’ll never do anal sex.”

—Angelo

Aftermath: I met someone else who was more sexually receptive.

I knew it was over when, after a month, we were on our way to watch a meteor shower, and she hid from her ex-bf’s friend because she didn’t want him to see us together.

—Jae

Aftermath: I knew at that moment that I was a secret indulgence since we usually went out to places where she wouldn’t run into other people. It wasn’t surprising when the next day I got an email from her saying she didn’t want to be together.

We dated for two years, and then he told me he didn’t love me “as much” anymore. Instead of cutting my losses there, I decided the smart decision was to have my soul crushed more in a “booty call” 3rd year. Finally, after I had done 3 years of his homework, he decided that he “didn’t care about me at all anymore” and dumped me.

—IvyLeagueSmartie

Aftermath: We haven’t talked for a month, but greet each other awkwardly in run-ins on the street and at the library.

I still haven’t moved on, but I think he’s dating someone new already. I hope she’s smart enough to do his homework too…

We met up for bondage role play and with him blindfolded and his hands behind his back, I shoved him forward causing his face to bounce off the bed post and the floor. I then left saying, “You can clean this up, right?” (talking about the blood).

—Jack

Aftermath: Broke his nose and gave him a severe concussion. Haven’t heard from him since.