Most heartless breakup.. (Page 2)

Oh, the trip was optional, and happened over the summer, after the semester.

I agree I shouldn't have been suckered into paying for the trip.  But oh well, I can continue to be bitter about it or I can get on with life.    I chose the latter.  FWIW, that breakup is what led to me deciding to change my life around and get back in shape which led me into triathlons.

So, while it sucked at the time, looking back now, I'm glad it happened.  It woke me up to not being satisfied with coasting through life and not settling for anything ( or anyone ).  If she hadn't dumped me like that, I probably wouldn't be here today doing triathlons.  So I have her to thank for all this.

One door closes, a thousand more open. 

I've actually talked to both of them since.  Years have helped dampen the anger.  Both told me they made a bad decision.  I was polite but I was definitely thinking to myself "Well, SUCKS TO BE YOU!!!!"

Nice guys don't finish last, chicks who dump nice guys finish last. 

Eh, he's just gonna have to spend a lot of money on back surgery for the next Barbie down the road... 

My break-up story:

 Senior year in college I had been busting my *** to make a really important boat for one of the most traditional regattas EVER HELD (rowing)!  I never went out, got to bed early everynight, pretty much focused my life on making this boat.  Starting having problems with my boyfriend of three years (we were pretty much engaged, it was just a timing thing for me to graduate, etc.) because he was not respecting my schedule at all.  Would come over to my apartment late, called late, would not compromise at all (practice is at 5 am).  This was very strange because the Summer leading up to this, he was very supportive and helped me train; he was pretty much the best!  The morning of the qualifying race I was so nervous, conditions sucked, equipment was loaded down with excess water, launched, had one of the hardest races of my life.  Qualified by .5 sec!!!!  Docked the boat, packed my stuff up, called my parents so they could book tickets (we left for the race three days later- it was in Boston).  Drove over  to the boyfriends house, let myself in (dumbass gave me a key), started running up the stairs to jump on him and tell him the good news.  Noticed three things: 1.)dog was not in bedroom 2.)extremely small jean jacket on back of chair 3.)coach bag on back of chair next to extremely small jean jacket.  I knew then...I had been suspicious due to the schedule changes and his behavior, but I had to see it for myself.  Walked slowly to bedroom, put my hand on the door knob...just as I started to push the door open...he quickly slid through the door in his underwear and wouldn't let me in.  I already knew...I saw her feet sticking out from under the covers...it was brutal....all the air was sucked from me....the pain I felt was nothing compared to the race earlier that morning that I had worked all Summer for.

I didn't make a scene.  I didn't say a word.  I left the key on the table, grabbed MY dog, and left.  She had no idea I was even there.

Three days later he showed up in Boston to help "support" me.  He walked up to my father - who knew everything- and tried to shake his hand.  My father simply said, "Go away. You're not welcome here."  He then proceeded to mingle with my coach- who, not knowing what had happened, invited him to our team/family dinner.  HE CAME!!!  HE CAME TO THE DINNER!  He sat at the coaches table and all of my teammates just stared at him the whole time in disbelief.  He not only thwarted my happiness of acheivement, but he made me feel uncomfortable....just plain sh!tty.

but, MAN DID I RACE HARD THE NEXT DAY!  Since, placed 7th at NCAA's, 3rd at Big 10's, 4th at Central Sprints, and broke some boathouse records........now I'm doing Tri's........

 I'm completely over him.....he still shows up every now and then, I'm just glad I didn't change my plans to go out with him.....Maybe I wasn't the one that compromised, but in the end, I'm the one that got what I wanted and learned a lot about life in the mean time. 

Nice guys might finish last, but somewhere there are some nice girls that are putting up with a lot of sh!t.  Wonder why we all don't hang out in the same place?  Probably all too busy training........

I guess I could have added a choice in the poll for finding the other woman's earrings on the seat of my car - where apparently they were "ACCIDENTALLY" left after she and my ex had sex in it.  Who the hell takes their earrings off for sex?

When confronted, he said he did not love me anymore.  Nowhere to go after that line, so  I took my 4 year old and my 9 month old and left.

The new woman moved in the same weekend I moved out......and six months later he was begging me to come back.  Fortunately, that's all it took for my self esteem to grow once it saw the light of day. I was feeling pretty confident what with my high school education and my brand spanking new $12,000.00 a year job ....so I told him to go to hell. 

I can't think of any heartless breakup stories. Not one.

This is the only thing that comes close. Dating a guy, we're both in college. He's madly in love with me (I didn't know at the time that he thought he would marry me), goes home to Seattle for the summer, freaks out that he's thinking marriage (I found out 20some years later), I stop hearing from him. That's it. I got the message. When he called me at the end of summer to beg me to take him back, I was already over him.

Ok-Tania...I feel like a boob.  "I grabbed my dog" compared to your "grabbing your 4 yr old and 9 month old".....ack......good for you!

 I love how it becomes "our" fault. "You weren't supposed to find the earings" or "You're not supposed to be here, right now." 

AHHH!  Dumb!

Hey, not at all!  You still showed what you're made of....good for you, too!

Oh honey!  That's just the tip of the iceberg.  I could tell you stories that would make you litterly GASP in disbelief.

It's all good, this was 17 years ago, the kids are 18 and 21.   The particular brand of hell he decided to visit upon us lasted for about 13 years, total. Until the kids got old enough to draw their own conclusions that they deserver better than they were getting and decided to end it around 4 years ago, totally their decisions.  The kids and I have a great relationship, but they don't see him or talk to him at all, and that is very, very sad to me. There is a semi happy ending, though, in that my husband is the best stepfather IN THE WORLD and they both idolize him.  So I would say that things have turned out as well as I could have hoped for, given the circumstances.

And it looks as if I've totally hijacked BOTH the breakup threads......SORRY EVERYBODY!

I didn't date anyone named Ann when i was in college.

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