This story is cliche high school drama, but the twist is I'm the jerk.

I dated a guy over the Internet when I was a sophomore in high school. Our relationship started off pretty superficially; we met on an MMO and decided to be an "in-game" couple for adventuring and stuff. Eventually, though, we started talking a lot and really dug each other. Despite opposition from both of our families, we became an official couple after some time and were pretty sure we were in love with each other. I don't really know if it was real love now, but our relationship was pretty healthy and lasted almost two full years.

After all of that time, I started to feel like I wasn't really emotionally invested in the partnership anymore. It was starting to look like we'd never really be able to meet one another either (money issues), so I decided to break it off. Sadly, the boy was still very passionate about us, so it didn't go over well. For months afterward, he'd continuously remind me that he still loved me, ask me for nudes, etc. Just really trying to find any way to appeal to me in order to get us back together. Eventually, I got fed up with it.

My friends and I were super into blogging everything about ourselves, so I had a blog that was read by almost everyone I knew (including my ex and quite a few of our mutual friends). When I got frustrated with my ex's behavior, I wrote a long, scathing post aimed directly at him. I mocked his feelings, I called him names, and I made it perfectly clear that any further attempts at romance from him would be met with revulsion and rejection. I posted it and left it up for him and everyone who knew the both of us to read.

He actually apologized for the way he was acting after reading it and insisted that it was fine because he "deserved" it, but I could tell that he was really hurting because of it. I didn't fully realize just how mean I'd been until a while after that. Now I kind of want to shake my past self when I think about it. No matter how annoying my ex was being, he didn't deserve to have the person he loved most publicly humiliate him like that. I've apologized for the post since then, and he was nice enough to forgive me for being a huge ass.

I did want to share that with every breakup, I had soggy waffles that day (or soggy pancakes in one instance). I dunno... I guess I used to have microwaved frozen waffles often. XD

Also, with both relationships, there were two breakups each. The worst one was the one in which I broke up via email. Yes, this was bad, but I had no choice. My ex got pissed at me for showing up at his place without notice and he wasn't answering my texts about meeting up. He supposedly didn't pay his phone bill, but still... he could of emailed me. I was completely fed up at this point.

There was this week long back and forth via email with him saying rude things about me and me trying to tell him it wasn't entirely his fault (mostly lies). I got tired of this conversation, so after he decided to not meet up to give me back some things, I just texted "good bye" and that was it.

A few months later right after Christmas, he texts me and says he wants me to see him. He was being nice. But, the moment I mentioned I had a boyfriend, he became very rude. Then, the next year, he texts me that's he leaving the country and he was being nice. I have no idea what was up with him. Maybe he realized no other girl would put up with him the way I did. Oh well, his loss.

Oh wow, good thread to find right now, because my boyfriend of seven years actually broke up with me two days ago. Over Skype. After not having seen him for a month. The breakup itself was like 100% my fault, but from what I understand he was literally just looking for an excuse to do it. I'm still too affected by it to like REALLY grasp the amount of shitty I feel, or have any sort of perspective on it? But it's not even because of the breakup, it's because I'm realising how shitty I've felt for such a long time, and I'm just going, when the hell did I pick up such an appalling selfesteem???

Edit: As I've come to realise, he had orchestrated the whole thing so he was sure I would feel extra shitty when he broke it off with me. He was purposely pushing me to a point where he knew I was going to resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms, and then just waited for me to crack so he could end it. It took me a really long time to recover from what I essentially discovered to be an abusive relationship. It still affects me, but I've come far since then, and I'm really proud of that.

Breakups are never easy, I hope you'll be able to get over it quickly! It's like you lose the relationship but also a part of your identity, and it takes time to rediscover yourself again. At least that's how I experienced it in the past...

Here comes my breakup story: When I was 20 I had a boyfriend who I was really crazy about. After a year and a half of dating we decided to move in together. However at that time there were some issues already. He was always blaming me for not giving him his freedom and never wanted to spend much time with me. It was like I was always canceling my appointments to be with him, while he only seemed to want to spend time with me if he had nothing else to do. I guess I was more into him that he was into me, but I was too foolish to notice. This led to me having not much of a social life and him feeling strangled by that fact, because he wanted his "freedom", like he always put it. By freedom I mean getting extremely drunk with friends, or even just by himself and then doing all sorts of stupid things, such as picking fights with friends or family, vandalizing stuff, or just getting overemotional and panic attacks. I really did not like this side of him, so I kind of worried whenever he would go out drinking with friends.

That night he was going out. I sent him some text messages to remind him that it was a weekday and we both had to get up early next morning. He had the first day of an internship coming up, and I didn't want him to go there completely hungover. Also I had a whole day of pretty hard classes myself, so I didn't want to be woken in the middle of the night by a drunk boyfriend. A fight ensued. At some point he was not responding to my texts anymore so I decided to go to bed. A few hours later he comes storming in (completely hammered) shouting that he can't take this anymore and he will move out of our house. Then after like two minutes of shouting he storms out again, but in the process he forgets his coat, keys, phone and wallet. At this point I'm really shocked because a few minutes earlier I was sleeping and now apparently I'm broken up with.An hour later he bangs the front door, because obviously he can't get in without his keys, and I let him in. He starts shouting at me again and this time leaves with his stuff.

The next day during class I'm an emotional wreck. He texts me during the day to say he's sorry and he wants to try to fix things with me, we agree to see each other again after a few days and see how we can mend everything. I was actually happy about this, because I was still very much in love with him. However, the next day I get a message from him that he IS breaking up with me after all and me and my stuff need to be out of the house when he returns in the morning. I mean, seriously, you live together with someone but don't even have the guts to break up in person?

I of course refused to leave the house so we had another big fight in which he threatened to sue me and I pretended not to be impressed by that threat. I was getting pretty upset with the whole thing and I noticed that if I pretended to move on with my life I was hurting him the most, so that's exactly what I did. I split up all our stuff as we lived in different rooms of the house, got a new haircut, went out a few times and after two weeks he couldn't take it anymore and moved out himself. I still don't feel guilty about that.

A few months later I got together with my current partner and we've been together for almost ten years now...

My story isnt as dramatic as everyone's here but here it goes:

Around freshmen/sophomore year of highschool, my first relationship was with one of my friend's best friend, which I will nickname Z. I met Z over tinychat when my friends at the time and I made tinychat rooms. We got to know each other and eventually started dating. My mother HATED him and was livid about it. There was no real reason to hate him though. He was a nice straight-A student who loved music, and was generally polite. My mom just didn't approve of his appearance which was just shallow af and it made me so mad omg. She literally made up rumors/accusations about me and him to her friends and our family. I tried to talk to her but but she has such a short temper and hates to be wrong, it's impossible to get across to her. It got to the point where she would go to my dad thinking i'd listen to him, which i didn't. My dad was very passive and didn't stand up for anything. He knew that my mom was in the wrong, but he was so annoyed with the situation that he just took my moms side so she'd stop making a big deal. Z even talked to my dad because my mom was being so hard-headed but things just got worse. We even set up lunch with our moms to try and get them to talk, but my mom made it so awkward and uncomfortable. Then, she made up more lies to make me and Z look bad, and somehow Z's family got involved and was worried for us. This had gone on in the span of 10 months, and the pressure was really starting to get to me. My mom and I would fight A LOT. I would end up locking myself in my room. Z didn't know how to handle the situation so I kind of just took most the initiative. I got really depressed/frustrated with my mom. I was more baffled that she would take the effort to act in such a way just because he wasn't good looking in her standards. My mom started making lies about his family and started getting more aggressive towards Z and I basically just lost it. I don't care if shes doing that directly towards me, but now she involving people when she didn't need to. It was causing such a mess for both sides, so I separated myself from everyone for 2 weeks to think. I decided to break up with him. I didn't feel it was right for Z and his family to have to deal with the way my mom was acting. There was no way of getting her to stop, and she was starting to cause so much trouble. It was exhausting, and Z didn't know how to approach her. As I mentioned I made most the initiative to try and do something about it. Slowly my friends found out about what had happened, but only heard Z's side. One of my friends encouraged him to not give up, therefore he tried to get back with me, but during that 2 week separation and state of reflection, I had already made up my mind that I'd accept it to be over, so I told him no. I told my friends about my mom and they pretty much understood why I acted in such way.

Every since all that I have never seen my mom the same way. She hasn't even apologized for the way she acted, and doesn't see what's wrong with her actions. She literally acts like all of that didn't happen, as if it was insignificant. It makes me angry thinking about it even till this day. I've already moved on from Z, and thankful for my memories with him.

I am currently in a relationship of 3 years and I absolutely love my bf. My mom approves of him because I guess his looks reach her standards? idk? Either way I don't see myself as close to her. The past experience makes me annoyed to even hear her talk. Again, I've moved on from Z, I'm more annoyed with how she behaved.

This story didn't happen to me, it happened to a friend of mine a few years ago. When this girl was 19, she hooked up with a guy from college, who was maybe 21 at the time, I forget. He knew a couple people who were really, really good at forging IDs and other legal papers. His friends made them a set of really convincing State ID cards, only with aliases, instead of their real names, and these two went and used the IDs to get married in a registery office a couple months before the girl finished her term. She was due to graduate first. They got married under their aliases as shown on the fake IDs, and back at the college, they burned up the IDs and the marriage certificates. The girl graduated and left the school, and as far as my friend can tell me, no decree of divorce or annulment was ever filed.

About a year ago, the girl's boyfriend (not the guy she married) planned this huge proposal at a restaurant, and the families on both sides were hiding in an adjoining room. He pops the question, and the girl immediately says no. The boyfriend asks why, since they had been dating for nearly five years at that time. The girl says that they'd both be guilty of bigamy if she marries him. Then the whole truth comes out about her marriage with the guy she hasn't seen in more than 14 years. There was never any knowledge of the marriage made public, and since she lost track of the guy she had married, under aliases remember, there's no way she can ever remarry legally.

Well, this whole thing didn't go down very well with anyone who was there. I can't say it's much of a breakup story, but it's not even a breakup story because the boyfriend and the girl went to therapy sessions and never broke up after that. I haven't seen my friend in a few months but as far as I know she's still with her boyfriend.

Back in 2010 I had a horrible breakup. The month was November and I got with this guy by the name of Daniel. I really liked this guy, his sister, his mum and dad. They were all really nice to me and made me feel as if I was gonna be there for a long time. Well, I found out that Daniel liked this girl by the name of Christi nicknamed, Ducky. I was friends with Ducky, like really good friends with. She helped me call it quits on an abusive ex-boyfriend of mine.

So anyhow, I'm dating Daniel, we done the deed and everything. We were so in love with each other, or that's what I thought, then Christmas Eve creeps around. I was playing Yu-Gi-Oh with his father and that's when his mum came downstairs and said, "I got bad news. Daniel has been cheating on you." Daniel wasn't home. He was out with his friends and I was staying with his family for Christmas Break from college. I calmly got up from the table, and left the house. I came back an hour later with bottles after bottles of liqueur. I handed Daniel's mum my car keys and told her that I would be sleeping on the couch. From Christmas Eve to New Years Day, I stayed drunk.

Whenever he got back from his friends, he called it off officially. Which made me drink more and annoy my poor friend in Texas with my calls and texts. Daniel told me that he cheated on my over thirty times with Ducky during our one month of being together. So, after I was able to go back to the dorm in college, I cut all ties with Ducky and Daniel. I still talked to his mum, dad, and sister.

Fast forward about 2013, I'm happily married and I see Daniel. I asked him, like the better person I am, how he was. He told me that he and Ducky ended up breaking up because she ended up cheating on him with six other guys. My dear, Loki I was so happy with the karma. He was so torn up over that.

Moral of the story: Karma is a total B and it will come back to bite you on the butt.

Yeah that is exactly what it feels like. I'm not worried that I will eventually move on, and I am starting to feel better by now. I both miss him and I also don't miss him. I think it's mostly how much he feels like home.

A friend of mine had been dating this guy for almost 7 years. She went on a two week trip recently. He texted her in the middle of it to break up with her and ruined her trip. Apparently he had been wanting to do it for many months. I am so angry he chose such a cowardly way to do it. They just moved into a new place together like a month ago. He should have had the decency to break up with her before they moved and not over friggin text message while she was on a trip to see old friends. Oh, and he wants to take their dogs too. Jerk. At least she is starting to get over it. I cant imagine how hard it must be to be so blindsided by someone you loved deeply and thought loved you back just as much.

I'm lucky when I read other story's.

I had years ago learn to know a boy, he wanted a love relationship, but I had only platonic friendship feelings. So we misunderstood each other.

When he talks about his work and he was not content about that I understand him wrong to believe he wants help to improve his CV. I didn't understand he just want to talk and was looking for more love in the classic way between man and female. I didn't believe that.

Now I look back he and I where just blind for each other different needs.

Ah well, not so dramatic, just a little s****y.

I'll spare the messier details, but my boyfriend of over 6 years didn't even dump me, he just blocked my number and stopped responding to me at all (long distance). Ain't love grand? :/

I disliked a person I met online for a while. Openly hated on them. Then they started messaging me privately, and I found out they were into me. I went along with it, basically trolling them. Eh, we joked around with each other. Anyway, months (almost a year) later, we've been talking every day, we've built a friendship.. I find it so difficult to open up or trust, and I started to feel safe with them. It's clear that we both have feelings for each other, and they've been naturally developing for some time. Even so, I didn't notice myself slowly falling in love, to be honest. Caught me off guard. They asked me to date them, and I finally accepted. They wanted to move to the country I live in before they'd even met me, so it wouldn't always have been long distance.

Then a month later, they're offered their dream job in their home country. I encouraged them to take it, of course. Means they wouldn't be moving here. I suggested I could move to them, but they revealed that me being there would mean their parents would disown them for being with a woman, and they couldn't handle losing their family. So I suppose we had no choice but to break up, despite loving each other deeply. This was a week ago and I really cannot see much of a future anymore. It's like the world gained colour, and now it's all the more painful suddenly reverting back to viewing everything in grey.

Think it's among the worst breakups because neither of us wanted it to happen. Life is really cruel sometimes.

My worst breakup was the worst because it just did not end. We were on and off for months and it felt like an eternal cycle of torture. We'd stay up all night arguing about it only to end up back together the next day. In hindsight I can't believe I put up with it but I was a teenager desperate for love and I didn't have a lot of options or people who cared about me, sadly.

I also got dumped with a Myspace message once, that felt pretty awful.

Man, so, I never really told this story in a public place before? But I just figure... Fuck it, y'know? It's been years since it happened, and I'm pretty sure he trashed me to all the friends we used to share.

So yeah. When I was still in high school, I started dating this guy. It lasted for 5, almost 6, years, until I was.... 20, I think? I was either 19-about-to-turn 20 or I was 20. Either way, it was in a February when we broke up. I remember that.

But the guy was... A Grade-A Douchecanoe, y'know? Manipulative, controlling as fuck. Separated me from all of my friends that he didn't approve of, and even attempted to drive a wedge between my family and myself. For the first 4 1/2 or so years I wanna say? I didn't even realize how unhappy I was until the later years/last few months, and then I started kind of internally thinking, "How can I get him to break up with me? Because I know that if I'm the one who does the breaking up, he will make me seem like the bad guy. The villain. Because that's how he is."

Eventually, it got to the point where I couldn't handle it, y'know? Namely it was when he accused me of cheating on him. Me, cheating on him, after spending so many years giving him everything. I asked for a day of not talking to him, and the next day I broke it off. Said I couldn't do it anymore. For some reason, I agreed to try and be friends with him.

The rest of the day, and the next ones after, were filled with....

1. Threats of suicide that he then took back the next day...
2. After stating that he wouldn't kill himself so long as he could try and get me back.
3. Followed by him stating "nvm because I just realized you never loved me" (fuck you. I gave you over five years of my life. Fuck you.)
4. And then proceeding to look at women on facebook to try and find another girlfriend, all the while telling me all about it. Probably trying to get my jealous.

After some amount of days, I stopped replying as much as I used to. Usually because I was distracted by other things. But this pissed him off, and he eventually blocked me (hallelujah). Then, some time later, sent me a message saying that even though I had become a bitch (that was another thing he would tell me, actually, even during our dating days - that I had "become a bitch"), he was encouraged by our old friends (one of which was his girlfriend now, the poor soul) to try and talk to me again.

I didn't respond quickly enough to his message, and the next day he reasserted that I had become a bitch and that he never wanted to talk to me again.

So yeah. That's that. That was like.... ~6 years ago, I think? I've got a boyfriend now and we're very happy, making plans on living together and so on and so forth. He is a miracle sent by the Gods. And I had gotten back in contact with some old friends (well, at least one of them - I'm too ashamed to talk to the others, but the friend in particular I got in contact with never really gave up on me, and would send me Holiday Well-Wishes via e-mail. Bless her heart. Eventually, I responded to them, and we became friends again - I never told my ex, in fear of his anger. Did I mention he had a short temper?), and gotten some more awesome friends, and just.

Yeah.

Good times.

My first relationship was when I was fourteen. I hadn't had any experience with even flirting before it, hadn't considered my sexuality, had had maybe a total of four crushes in my entire lifetime. It was with my friend, Alice, and came out of nowhere. She had been accepted into a short term course that was ages and ages away. One night we were chatting about it, when suddenly she goes "hey, do u want to be my gf?"

I was like, look at this chick, she's havin a laff! And I said so, but she was like I'm offended that you would think I would stoop so low as to joke about this. So I was like true??

In two weeks, we had two sleep overs, where I had my first kiss. We also played a lot of Guitar Hero. Then after that two weeks, she went away on this course. I was completely besotted but unable to talk about it with anybody, because I didn't know how I felt about being a lesbian. Was I a lesbian? I didn't know. I had a lovely two months trying to figure it out. (Fast forward eight years and I'm pansexual.)

Anyway, so I was in choir and our song for the end of year ceremonies was "Happy Day". Alice got back on the day of a major ceremony. That morning, before I saw her, I performed Happy Day in front of an assembly of roughly 200 teenagers and I poured my everything into that song. Because it was a happy day. An hour later, I was all over Alice. You couldn't pry me away from her. A few hours after that, I was at home again. On MSN.

I get a notification from Alice, telling me it's over. Now, why she broke up with me about 50 minutes before I had to perform Happy Day in front of 5000 people, I will never know, but I got up on that stage and monotoned my way through that song.

By the end of the week, I found out that she'd been cheating on me the entire time she was away. Literally two days into her course. We haven't spoken since then.

Ooh, it's actually the 1 year anniversary of my first and thus far only relationship! So, we both knew each other from work and we're 20 when we started dating. Both each others first relationship and everything. It went ok for about 2 years, his family moved away about 3 months of us dating and we ended up moving into a place together maybe about 6 months together? When my dad died he decided he wanted to move to where his parents and siblings lived in the next province over, while I refused to leave my mom and my sisters (my dad just died and I could barely function anymore) I tried to break things off knowing I didn't want a LDR but in the end he convinced me to stick together.

Sooo, we would be LDR for about a whole year up until summer 2015 when I decided ok I'm going to get all my affairs in order and move there by summer 2016. He was pretty excited while I had such extreme anxiety about it. I would end up leaving all my friends and family here for him. It was right after this, that my friend who was planning to move from Alberta (where I am now, and where we were all from) to her own bf's place in BC (where my ex and her bf lived). But then her boyfriend dumped her. Her boyfriend had her cat, and she didn't want to live with her parents so it was kind of decided that she would still go to BC, get her cat and go live with my boyfriend.

He came down to visit me right after Christmas 2015, we had a nice visit and he seemed so excited for me to move to BC with him. This would have made up together for 3.5 years total. Well, the night he flew back home after saying goodnight to me on the phone, him and my friend got drunk and he ended up cheating on me. Only got two nights before he broke down and told me. The next few days were hell, I was a mess. I was so mad, hurt and sad. I wanted to make things work with him, while also wanting to kill them both. In the end, he decided to cut all contact with me, block me on everything, and then break up with me through email saying essentially it was my fault for calling him names after I found out he cheated on me.

BUT SILVER LINING I am so happy to have him out of my life. I never realized what a piece of shit, toxic, drunk, homophobic garbage can he was. :') So being my one year breakup anniversary is like a huge celebration for me now!

My worst break-up story had to be with my last relationship. I was dating a guy I knew from school. He was 19 and I was 17, and it was our senior year of high school (he was the oldest in class, and I was the youngest). Basically I found out he was emotionally abusive. For some background (because it'll make the break-up make more sense):

I'm fat, I'm not going to lie, but he always made comments about my weight that weren't appropriate. He'd say I ate too much (Note: I was developing an eating disorder during this time, only ate one-two small meals a day and honestly thought 100 calories a meal was too many. I'd usually just eat seaweed as one meal), and grab my stomach, and scoff when I ate, etc.

But when I didn't eat, he'd make a scene about it, acting like he was being The Good Guy™ and force feed me (Note: This is common abuse grooming behavior- going from be belittling to coddling to put the victim in a state of mind that "It was a one, two, three, time thing.) When I stood up for myself, he'd say I hurt his feelings and he was "just worried". The next day he'd always go back to telling me I was too fat.

During classes he'd try to come on to me, and wouldn't back off even when I told him to. Most of the time I'd either have to bare it, or move seats. When I told him I needed to study and move, he'd usually follow me a couple of time, and tell me to "stop hurting his feelings". By the end, I'd just stop fighting and try to study through it.

He also was manipulative. After we graduated I got a summer job that had be working with kids outdoors in 110+ degree heat for eight hours. He'd text me constantly during work, and would act like I was avoiding him. One day he even dropped by. He would demand we hang-out after I got off, but I was always starving and just wanted to be home (the way my work worked was I didn't always get a chance to eat lunch, and I didn't eat breakfast). He'd make it about himself, and about how lonely, and sad he was. (Note: He had a car and more friends than I did. He'd hang out with them when we weren't together, they told me). One morning, on my day off, I woke up to a series of texts from him. He was begging to me stop him from injuring himself. They were all sent two hours before I woke up. The last one read "Too late. Thanks a lot." I didn't know what to say, so I decided to get changed and ready for the day to give myself time to think. As if he knew, he started texting me again. By the time I was done (I'm a minimalist, I take five minutes), I already had 12 additional texts from him. I was so angry at that point, because he was telling me how I should "be a better girlfriend and be there for him" and stuff like that. I cracked and I went off on him. I told him he KNEW my schedule, and he knew when I woke up. He KNEW I wouldn't see his texts when he sent them.

All he texted was "sorry. :" He didn't text me again for the rest of the day.

The next day is when I decided to break up with him, but at this point I was scared to see him face-to-face. I was scared he'd hurt me. So I broke up with him over text. He then began threatening to hurt himself more, and come see me to make sure "I was sure", and even threatened to kill himself. I lied and said it was ME who was the problem. That [i]I[/] wasn't emotionally mature enough to be with him, and that someday we could be together, because "we were soul mates". That's when he agreed to not kill himself, only if "I promised to marry him someday."

It's been four since we broke up, and one year since I moved to a new home (same town though), and still wake up with nightmares of him stalking me, or worse. I look him up on social media occasionally- just to make sure he doesn't know where I live. He doesn't have social media anymore, so I can't.

My first actual boyfriend, my "highschool sweetheart" I did the typical thing...moved in with him as soon as we graduated.

And we dated in high school for about 2 years and lasted 6 months after that. Which was hell. We both worked fast food paying for a 2 bedroom which surprisingly was only $600 a month. Everything was fine and dandy we'd have arguments here and there. Like asking him to get off PlayStation and pay attention to me.

He lost his job after getting into an argument with his boss (aka his dad) over tater tots. So I was working 80 hours a week with no car and in the dead of a record breaking summer. I walked to work and while he said he was looking for a job he never did.

Fast forward to our breakup we were fighting about his job. We already by this point had the cops called on us pretty much every day because he would stomp on the floor and hit the walls. Which he did when I said it was over.

He locked me inside the apartment and wouldn't let me out and was screaming and banging the floor as loud as he could. I dont know to frighten me or because he was pissed. But I was already pissed so we had a huge argument and he ended up breaking all of the dishes my parents had bought me, threw MY couch over the balcony and I finally managed to get out of there with some of my things a few hours later and hid by our pool. I didn't have a phone so I didn't really know what to do except hope the police showed up. All I know is I got my stuff later and never looked back. And never doing that again.

Tl;dr my ex is a psycho.

She left me for someone else after asking me to marry her in barnes and noble a month earlier while we were on vacation in San Francisco.. for a homeless person. Whats most annoying about it all is that she would claim to have no memory of this.

We met abroad and became really good friends! I caught feelings and we started seeing each other casually for a year. He didn't want to tell anyone we were together, telling me it was because he liked to keep things private. I ended things because I was dissatisfied with that.

We reconciled and tried again a couple months ago. We went to a bar for a friend's birthday and he got drunk, "forgot" he came with me, and left me stranded there. I ended things the next day.

I discovered a couple weeks ago the reason he wanted to keep us a secret was because he was sleeping with my other friends! Most impressive was a set of twins, claiming he thought they were the same person and he must have been really drunk to have made such a mistake.

Clearly, a catch. I thoroughly enjoy life without him.