I never have really given much thought to how my exes felt about me. I still speak to a good many of them. My 1st ex wife and I have remained close even though we divorced over 20 years ago, my second ex wife I never spoke to again after the divorce, no hate but indifference.
From time to time I’ll call up and ex and yell “Yeah! 2012! How you like me now?!”
Generally a negative response.
And his point is that the common aspect of anything in the OP’s past will be the OP. That’s true by definition.
The OP isn’t even talking about the hatred being unusual. He’s talking about the obsession with talking about it being unusual. If his friends and exes were friends at all, they must have something else in common. And the OP does have friends–friends who have heard the worst of what these exes say, and chose to stay friends with the OP.
If I were looking for any commonality, it wouldn’t be based on the OP, but on the type of person he dates. Hatred at that level for that long a time is unusual. Given what I said above, that what happened was not some horrible immorality that cost the OP his friends, I am more likely to conclude that the OP likes to date melodramatic people. Or really sensitive people.
Now, see, I *would *like that, it would make me laugh.
Want to get together then break up?
Deal. I’m sending your stuff back as we speak. Expect a big box of NOTHING to arrive on your doorstep.
Now I’m gonna listen to Gotye for a while. Give me some space. 
Oh you’ll get plenty of space from me, I’m busy cutting your face out of photos and updating my Facebook status to single anyway. Have a nice life!
No, you!
This. In the past, I had a habit of dating the type of people that turned out to be insecure, melodramatic, or just unmotivated. This was, admittedly, due to my own equivalent faults at the time. My comments reflect the fact that I grew out of that point in my life, but apparently my exes have not, and they are ‘stuck’ in the negative feelings surrounding the breakups.
Of the 3 exes, 1 breakup was mutual, 1 ex initiated the breakup, and I initiated one. As nice as it would be to be friends with my exes, through sole fault of my own I dated the type of individuals that didn’t make this feasible.
When I have a breakup, I try to move on. I feel like this is a healthy thing to do. I don’t want to be hung up on everything surrounding the former relationship/breakup (particularly since each of my relationships were 1-2 years long, and I didn’t cohabitate, so there wasn’t a huge amount invested).
I could understand the bitterness if each ex had made tremendous sacrifice and commitment through the relationships, or the breakup was due to infidelity or other breach in trust (none of mine were), or if the relationship had been going on for a very long time. But to have a SO for a year, and have it not work out due to individual differences and mutual immaturity shouldn’t be a life-changing trauma in my opinion; at least for me it wasnt (even when I was the one who was dumped).
Interestingly enough, at my best friend’s wedding, I ran into one of my exes (since 2 of them were invited). I was cordial and asked how she was doing, and in the conversation she coldly thanked me for breaking up for her, since she wanted to break up with me but couldn’t work up the nerve, and she was much happier with no longer being in a relationship wtih me. Maybe the collective attitude is also bitterness/jealousy, since all 3 of these exes still live with their parents, are semi-employed, and still single while I’m married with a career, saving up to buy a house.
All my exes are female. I ain’t.