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.

He refused to use nail clippers, instead pulling his foot up to his mouth and chewing off his toenails! Then he spit them out on my carpet!

— Angie

Aftermath: I packed his stuff and put it in my driveway. Then I called him at work and told him to bring a truck because he was OUT!

I took her to Catalina Island. About twenty minutes into the ferry ride she informed me she forgot her “meds.” She spent the weekend shopping alone with my money and hiding in the hotel room with the lights off and the blinds pulled. ’Nuff said.

— Pat

Aftermath: After our return I quietly made other living arrangements. Her keeping the dog is my only regret.

I opened his daily planner and saw “Must Obey” written on the inside pages on each of the days, along with “JJ (his male best friend) left with no sex, I felt I was owed,” and “Googled porn today.” I couldn’t have left any faster.

— Nicole

Aftermath: I broke up with him quickly there after saying I wasn’t “romantically interested in him anymore.” It was the truth.

My ex gave me an ultimatum: Stop smoking cigars or else. She thought the smell from my clothes after a cigar would affect a child if she was pregnant. I said that was like me working at Pizza Hut, coming home, and her getting fat from smelling my clothes.

— Nate

Aftermath: She dumped me.