I knew it was over when she said she was going to Afghanistan and all I could think of was, “Glad it isn’t me.”

–Alex

Aftermath: She’s still there. HA! And I’m still happy not being there.

I knew it was over when she linked me to this site.

—Adam

Aftermath: Still awkward.

He punched a hole through my bathroom wall and tore up my “Frank Zappa on the toilet” poster.

–Danya

Aftermath: I packed up my car and got the fuck out of Greensboro, North Carolina.

A big man walked up to my fiancé and told him to stay the f*** away from his wife.

—Amy

Aftermath: He denied the affair initially, but then dumped me on the eve of my 30th birthday. I was visiting him abroad, so he put me up in a hotel while I waited for my flight home. I upgraded to the penthouse and ordered lots of room service to at least stick him with a big bill.

One day I realized that funky smell emanating from my husband was creamed corn.

—Jenn

Aftermath: Sadly, the relationship lasted ten LOOOONG years after that. I finally kicked him to the curb when he carried me across the house by my neck, in front of our child. Should’ve left when he just stunk.