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6 Horrifying Breakup Stories That Would Break Your Heart Too


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6 Horrifying Breakup Stories That Would Break Your Heart Too

One thing most Greek mythology teachers forgot to tell you was that just before “Hope” came out of Pandora’s Box, one last vile, dangerous, terrible enemy came out of it. This enemy was capable of killing millions, it was capable of negating the wondrous human mind to pulp, it was capable of making even the most cherished possessions meaningless, and it was heartbreak.

Experiencing heartbreak is one of the most terrible things one can go through. Chances are you have gone through heartbreak or two in your life. The most pitiful thing is that going through a previous heartbreak doesn’t in any way make the coming one easier to deal with. In summary, heartbreaks are the worst.

What makes heartbreak even worse is how it’s delivered. If you’re dating a good person, they’ll probably want to let you go in a decent way. However, we all date our fair shares of scum bags who decide to just vanish or even do some crazy stuff that leaves us hurting and bewildered at the same time. So, if you have a terrible breakup story, read up! Chances are you had it better than these people.

 

1.  The Surprise

“After 20 years of being with my partner, that was always loving and supportive, I came back home one day and he told me to pack my stuff and go the f@#k out of the house. No explanation, no prior discussion that he had a problem with our relationship. I have never cheated on him, never yelled at him. I supported him in every way I could.

I am not perfect, and in the last year and a half, I was a little down because my father passed away and basically I am now alone. For him, I compromised not having children (he told me when he was younger that he didn’t want to pass on to his children the mental illness that runs in his family). For him, I left my own country, I shared with him my best friends, and I showed him the type of love that he never experienced before (his parents were abusive).

Basically, now that he is making much more money with his job and he has his dream home he is dreaming of a younger upbeat partner and he thinks it is OK to get rid of me like a piece of shit. Note that he was always clingy, didn’t want to do anything without me, and every time I wanted to do something on my own he made me feel guilty. I always cooked for him and invited friends over for dinner because he is not good at making friends.”

Credits: C-Vietti via Quora

 

 

2. In Her Own Bed

“I caught him with another girl in my bed. Just this sentence brings tears to my eyes. Not that I still feel anything for this person. I just don’t understand the purpose of hurting someone you gave your heart to (I doubt he ever gave it to me, but that’s not to be discussed on here). After breaking up, people starting to confess to me. He’d lied to me and cheated on me so many times that I couldn’t believe it myself. He’d been doing this for a year. How was it possible to be so naive? I had to endure his presence in my own apartment for 6 months after breaking up. I couldn’t even look into his eyes. I couldn’t even be in the same room. I did not hate him (hate is such a strong word).”

Credits: Nancy-Sabourin via Quora

 

3. The Ghost

“This was terrible and I am positive I created a cycle of bad karma, from which it took quite some time to become unstuck.

I had been seeing this guy for about 3 months and we had become really close. I saw him every day, without fail. I accompanied him to social functions in homes his architectural firm designed. We were a couple.

I decided to move to Atlanta. We talked every day. I was having a rough time. I didn’t like my roommates and one of the guys kept trying to have sex with me when I was asleep. It wasn’t the best situation.

The BF was invited to the wedding of a longtime friend of his. The wedding was in Nashville, which is not far from Atlanta. I wasn’t working yet, so I was free. He was going to be in Nashville for a week. He didn’t invite me, even though he could have. He stopped in ATL on his way and stayed for 2 days with me. We had a great time, but I was hurt he didn’t invite me.

He was going to stop back by on St. Patrick’s Day and see me on his way home. I had been going out at night and checking out the clubs and bars in Buckhead where I wanted to work, making friends with staff, etc, so the roommates had become accustomed to my absences.

A couple of nights before St. Patty’s, I went to one of the bars. The minute I walked in, my eyes met with this guy and our eyes stayed locked until we walked to each other and met in the middle of a very packed bar. It was all over. We were inseparable from that moment. We got married seven months later on Halloween at midnight.

The BF who was in Nashville? He showed up on St. Patty’s Day. He waited for hours for me to come home, even though the roommates had told him I probably wasn’t going to be back. The guy who kept trying to get me in my sleep finally told him WHY I probably wouldn’t be back — he knew where I was.

I never spoke to him again, to this day. It’s like he dropped off the face of the planet. I’ve never found him on any social media, no architectural mentions, no returns on Google. I wanted to tell him I’m sorry. I was young, naive, immature, and I’m sorry I hurt him.”

Credits: Roxanne-Smith via Quora

 

4. Into Older Women

“He was, I would say 25. I guess you could say I grew up in a very lax household, at the least. I was with this person for about 6 months when he lost his place and I asked my mother if he could move in. She, being a single mother of 3 at the age of 35 and no husband obliged. I guess thinking of an extra income.

Things were fine for a few months until I started getting this funny feeling. Once I peaked in my mom’s bedroom and saw that she was sleeping naked. For some reason, that stuck with me. I don’t know why.

Well, one night me my younger sister and my boyfriend were in the living room playing truth or dare. It was my turn and I asked Charlie (the boyfriend) Truth or Dare. He picked truth. And what I had asked him just came out of my mouth out of completely nowhere “Did you sleep with my mother? I don’t know really what made me ask. He had this blank stare on his face and didn’t know what to say. I immediately told him, “Look you can tell me the truth cause my mom’s friend already told me”. He admitted to it. We, of course, broke up and he left the home. I left the home too and stayed with my mom’s friend for a while until I decided to move in with my aunt in NJ, 6 states away.”

Credits: Kim-Garza via Quora

 

5. Actual Ghosting

“There was the one who committed suicide. He drove his motorbike off a cliff, and left me a note:

For time has been the thief,

And the fallen king ends up alone.

Song lyrics. He left me f@#king song lyrics. And not even the correct ones. The actual lyrics go:

Don’t go making all these promises you know you cannot keep,

There’s a time to play the king and a time to be a thief,

’Cause if you’re making all these promises you know you cannot keep

You know Time will be the thief

And your fallen king will end up alone.

(Savage Garden, Promises, 1997.)

The message was clear, at least to me and his family. He blamed me for his mental state. His family blamed me for his suicide. I blamed myself for a long time. I know better now, but I was 15.”

Credits: Sati-Marie-Frost via Quora

 

6. In a letter

”Five years ago yesterday, I received an 8 ½ x 11 envelope in the mail. It was from an attorney I’d never heard of. I thought it was concerning a minor car accident which I had thought was completely settled, so I started getting a little shaky. No, that wasn’t it. It was from a lawyer my husband had hired to file for divorce from me. Eighteen years of marriage. He was still sleeping in our bed in our house, never a single clue this was happening. I just got cold all over. Numb. My cleaning woman was at our house. My daughter and her family had just left, and it was all going to be spic and span again. I’d planned a nice dinner at home, which we didn’t do regularly.

Instead, I went to a movie, hardly heard one word, and thought about what to do. I had no lawyer to call. I decided to go home and act as if the letter hadn’t come yet. I actually continued to do that for almost two weeks, when the legal response was due. I made reservations to go to Minnesota for the weekend, and talk with my financial advisor. I was also going to tell my siblings in town about the situation, but the dinner we planned, unexpectedly included several nieces and nephews. It was nice to be surrounded by my family, but not a good time to talk. I hired a lawyer. Two trusted friends gave me the same reference.

My husband and I had three parties scheduled for the next weekend, and we went to them all. Not a word to anyone there. I had told my two closest friends and my grown children.

We were divorced the next fall. I bought out my husband’s half of the equity in our house, so I didn’t have to go through a move.

I’m older. This was a second marriage for both of us. I really intended to make a go of it. I’m lonely. He and I had a lot of fun together and had become fond of each other’s families. We kept the drama to a minimum, but my heart still aches. Sometimes my mind gets in a loop of wondering why, and what I could have done. He moved across the country, and we have a cordial relationship. ”

Credits Therese Murphy via Quora

 

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