He was my best friend in high school. We dated for six months, and we were planning to have sex on our six month anniversary (my sixteenth birthday) – both of our first times. A week before our six months, I climbed in his window (he lived two houses down and his room was on the ground level – it was our usual way of seeing each other). I found him in bed with his pitching buddy…I walked out the front door and waited for him to finish.

—Pink Cheeks

Aftermath: He came out thinking I was going to chop his favorite bits off. I told him he was my best friend, and who he was is who he is, and I wanted him to be himself. It’s been five years, and I still find him in bed with men all the time. He really needs to learn how to lock the door.

I realized I didn’t appreciate the things that made him happy and excited. And I would put him down for it. He deserves better.

—My Fault

Aftermath: I will file for divorce to free him for someone he deserves.

Two months before our wedding, my fiance wanted to go home to see his family for his birthday. The minute we arrived at his parents’ house, he told them the wedding was off and we were not dating anymore. He then asked me to stay the weekend with him as “friends.”

—LIMA

Aftermath: I moved out of his house the next day and into my new place. I’m focusing on my career and friends and enjoying being young. As for him, he’s apparently dating a 15-year-old girl from his home town. He’s 21. NASTY!!!

We were lovers for seven years. He went away for three years (wink,wink) and was home 100 plus days before he “went away” again. Shortly after that, I found out from his dad that he got married while he was home. His wife called me a week after I heard the news.

—Robyn

Aftermath: Me and the “Misses” talked for hours. The rabbit hole went so deep…he had three other women he had been “communicating” with, besides me, and “raw dog” (dumb on my part)!…Don’t know about her, but I am out.

I was a professional salsa dancer when we met, and even after 8 months of dating, he was still jealous.
One night he texted me saying he was going to kill himself. I came home to find him rolling around under his sheets with Mardi Gras beads wrapped around his neck “choking” himself. I stood watching for 15 minutes while he would flail, cough, and occasionally peek out from underneath to see if I was still paying attention.

—happierNow

Aftermath: All that is left of that relationship is this story.