Monday, August 8, 2011

Women Miserable Breakup Stories

by Lindsey Unterberger

You thought your breakup was bad? The ways these ladies were dumped might leave you feeling like that whole Berger calling it quits with Carrie on a Post-it thing was a good idea.

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Dumped at the office
“After dating this guy for a while, he sent me an e-mail saying, ‘I need to talk to you about something,’ and he asked if I could meet him right away. I told him I was at work, and he said, ‘Okay, I’ll be right there.’ I had a good idea what he was about to do, so when he texted me from outside my building and asked if he could come up, I was shocked! Dump me at my cubicle in front of my coworkers?! Instead, I met him outside. Five minutes later, I was back to work at my desk and haven’t spoken to him since.” —Kate, 25

Her boyfriend’s girlfriend did the dumping (yes, he had a girlfriend)
“My first love called me while I was watching Love Actually (ironic) in the movie theater and said, ‘she knows.’ Before the opening credits, I realized she was his other girlfriend, and he was trying to make it sound like I knew all about her and that I was the sidepiece in cahoots with him. I realized my two-year relationship was a farce as she yelled from the background, ‘Tell her you love me! Tell her who you want to be with.’ He wasn’t even man enough to dump me—his girlfriend did! Loser.” — Jennifer, 32

Ditched at the airport
“My boyfriend and I were on the rocks, but months before, his parents had bought us tickets to fly out to Montana for a family wedding the next day. He didn’t think I should go, but the ticket was nonrefundable. He drove us to the airport the next day and didn’t mention he’d had my ticket canceled…until the check-in clerk told me. The guy said, ‘Well, I’ll miss my flight if I don’t go now, and I’d offer you my car, but I know you can’t drive a stick, so…maybe you can call a cab? Bye!’ So there I was, stranded 75 miles from home. He never even called to see if I made it home. You can be sure I’ve learned to drive a stick shift since then.” —Elle, 26

He had her friend do the dirty work
“My first serious boyfriend didn’t even break up with me himself. He called, and when I answered, he put one of my girlfriends on the phone to say, ‘Brian doesn’t want to go out with you anymore.’ I was so upset I headed straight to my best friend’s house and tearfully told her the news. Before I could calm down enough to stop the tears from flowing, her doorbell rang. It was Brian, there to pick up his little sister (my friend’s little sister’s best friend). It was mortifying!” —Lauren, 25

Dumped by one boyfriend via another
“Right out of college and after a series of fruitless long-term, committed relationships, I made the mistake of trying to date more than one person at a time. I was a great juggler for a while (keeping them in different cities helped a lot), until one hand decided to find out what the other was doing. In what I can only assume was some backhanded attempt to secure me for himself, boyfriend 1 looked up boyfriend 2 on Facebook (damn technology!) and spilled the beans. From what I gathered, the message from 1 to 2 read something like this: ‘Hey, 2, you don’t know me, but I’m her Kansas City boyfriend, and you must be her St. Louis boyfriend. Nice to meet you.’ This of course all transpired before I was even aware 1 knew about 2, so I was given no opportunity to come clean on my own. Instead, I was dumped by 2 because of 1. I subsequently then dumped 1. What a mess!” —Maggie, 25

The birthday dump
“When my high school boyfriend and I went to college, he decided to attend a different school. As our first semester progressed, my November birthday came. I had not heard from him in a few days, so I called, thinking he would want to wish me happy birthday. Instead, my best friend from high school answered (they went to the same college) and said ‘I guess you should know we’ve been hooking up for months. Oh and happy birthday.’” —Julie, 31


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