I knew it was over when every conversation with him was via text message—never a phone call. He lived about 2 or 3 hours away and that was all I got from him after 2 in-person dates. He said I was perfect, wonderful etc. but the distance was too much for him to handle…and it apparently was too much for him to pick up the phone and speak.

—Shannon

Aftermath: It didn’t last more than a month or so after our first date. I tried to get him to call and he blew up at me via text message…

He had just gotten home from a family reunion out west and, wanting to surprise him, I went over to his apartment without telling him. As I pull up to the building, I hear a voice scream “SICK BUBBLEGUM!!” and then this absolutely massive, awful racket coming from the fourth floor. I look up, and as it turns out, that’s him, chilling out on his balcony with these giant speakers I never knew he had.

— nobassforme

Aftermath: Put off but determined, I went up to his apartment, and called his phone to let me in. He immediately came out, so I asked him what he was playing. with a perplexed look, he replied it was Skrillex, and when I asked if he could please turn it off so we could chat, he scowled, screamed “love me, love my bass!!”, and slammed the door in my face. Never heard from him again, except for that awful noise every time I drive by his house..

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 spent the last 3 years in graduate school while my special man snuck around and lied to me repeatedly while I was writing my thesis. One month after I graduated, he “dropped the nuclear bomb”. Five months of his lying. Now he denies, deflects, minimizes, accuses me of lying; he cannot take responsibility. He feigns obsession with spirituality and God, which makes it all the worse. He is trying to set me up as the bad guy. I just finished my masters degree for “us.”I feel annihilated.

–Devastated

Aftermath: I am currently trying to recover, and it is not going very well. Every time I talk with him, I feel like I want to die. I am still looking for work and will probably have to leave my home in 3 weeks. He doesn’t care. My long-earned trust of him shattered. Unbearable. He is happy as a clam. Pure evil.

I knew it was over when he asked me how I felt about my father buying my sister a new car for her 30th birthday. I stated I was pretty used to being 2nd now and I’d be fine. He then replied, “My first anal.”

–First

Aftermath: I said thank you for the message, I needed that. I said I was done and I meant it.