Once knew a girl who was put up for adoption when her father wouldn’t marry her mother because, and I shit you not, she (mom) couldn’t cook a pot roast.
As an adult she met her biological parents and even moved in with her mother for a while. IIRC, the bio-rents were in an on again/off again relationship 20 years later.
This wasn’t me, but my parents, and is another example of the “straw that broke the camel’s back”. My dad was just starting out with a major insurance company, but wasn’t making much money. Mom had a very well-paying job in a lawyer’s office. There was a great deal of tension between them because Dad wanted Mom to quit her job. Not to be a stay-at-home mom, but to get a job that paid less than he made - because it wasn’t right for a woman to make more money than her husband. (This was in 1964.) Mom refused to quit her job, and things were not going well, when one day Dad walked in the living room where Mom was watching TV and changed the channel. Without asking or even speaking to her. She filed for divorce the next day.
Because I wore knee high boots.
I can’t top anything else in this thread, but I once broke up with a friend because she was offended that I hadn’t committed her phone number to memory. She knew all her friends’ numbers off by heart and expected everyone else to do the same. Hell, I have trouble remembering my own number!
Because he got hit by a car and died.
Which in and of itself is not dumb but tragic. But I know he was doing some serious drugs at the time and just wandered on to the highway. His mother, bless her heart, still thinks he was just tying his shoes.
But this doesn’t really count because I was breaking up with him over the drug thing (he was certainly old enough to know better) before this happened. R.I.P
One of the first things I did when I arrived to Graduate School in the US was look for the local RPG club.
There wasn’t one!
So I hooked up with a few other befuddled students who had also been surprised by the lack of such an essential item in the school-club menu and we started one.
Being one of the two girls in the group, and given that Kathy’s boyfriend was our president, I got a lot of flirting and blushing from the guys. One of them, who like myself was a Starting Member, one day patted me on the head. After recovering from the stun this produced, I told him to please not do that.
He did it again.
I explained that I found it insulting (the correct word would be “demeaning”, but I didn’t know it at the time) and to not do it again, ever.
He did it again.
I said, “do it again and I’m not talking to you any more, forever.”
He did.
So I kind of identify with that woman in the Cell Block tango whose husband liked to pop gum… but in my case, I’ve merely never talked to the guy again.
One more story from the Dept. Of Last Straws:
K was a really, really close friend of mine. Probably my closest friend at the time. Didn’t hurt that she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, either.
<Timeout for nostalgic memory of K in underwear>
Anywho, I naturally fell for her like a ton of bricks, she wanted to keep it platonic, I thought I could handle it, she starting seeing a good friend of mine, I found I couldn’t really handle it after all.
But the incident that finally put the lid on it was when I was supposed to pick them up at the local train station, and after I’d got there I got a message saying that they had decided to take a later train and wouldn’t be there after all.
That just made me, as Lady Catherine would have put it, most sayriosuly displeased. I sent back a short, annoyed retort, we had a brief but incandescent argument, and I haven’t seen either of them since.
Now lest you think I was being unnecessarily petty, I did a lot of soul-searching after that, and realised that I was being quite shamelessly used, and investing far more in the friendship than she was, and with all the other pent-up lust and attraction, it was more than I could handle. Could I have been more diplomatic? Definitely. She did send me a message a few months later which I didn’t reply to, and in my weaker moments I occassionally think I should reply at least out of courtesy, but so far I haven’t, and I think it’s a good thing because it would just involve going down the same road again.
Anyway: 5-year friendship ended because she took a later train.
A friend of mine, who was in the early stages of either turning bipolar or just becoming a complete dick, started calling me and having long, pointless philosophical conversations late into the night. I usually forced the end of these conversations by saying that I needed to go to sleep. One day, he called me in the morning after keeping me up late the night before, and before I could figure out what he was talking about, he ended our relationship because it was obvious that I didn’t like talking to him. Didn’t talk to him for about 16 years after that, even though I honestly didn’t hold any ill will towards him.
Of course, after we got back into contact, the pattern repeated itself and now he’s mad at me because I didn’t click on an e-mail he sent me. (He’d invited me to go to a Mensa party, and I didn’t need to click on the link to know that I wasn’t going to be available).
Sort of on topic: I learned my dad broke up with his girlfriend before my mom because when they drove past a sign that said “Spirit of 76”, she didn’t know what it referenced. I guess this notion had building in his head for a while, and this crystalized the idea that she just wasn’t educated enough for him.
I went off to India for a month. When I came back he accused me of not spending enough time with him and going off to India when our relationship had just started. Um hello? My whole freakin’ family is there!
The worst part of it? He was Indian too!
I stopped seeing a gal when she confided in me that her parents were from outer space (i.e. - they came to earth and impregnated her “biological” mom) and she had a “glowing Orb” that only she could see that followed her around and was like a “fairy godmother” and would protect her.
I thought that was pretty Dumb!
Gatopescado, my guess is that you were worried about that Orb taking umbrage at your activities in the sack.
I had a friend once who said she broke up with a guy because he cried too much when watching “Chick-flick” type movies. This is funny because knowing this girl I’m about 99.99% sure it was HER idea to watch the damn movies in the first place.
Hell, even if the Orb approved, I’d have trouble performing with it just hovering and watching like that. In fact, that might even be creepier.
I dumped a girl because she asked to borrow my toothbrush.
I once cut off someone I thought was a friend because all he ever did was listen to me bitch and moan about my problems and other type issues.
I mean, the f’ing nerve of some people!
Seriously, though.
I’d known him for a pretty long time and our relationship had pretty much devolved into that and that only.
And I could not get it to grow. I had tried to get him to talk about it, but he thought everything was fine. I liked him a lot – his intelligence, his insight and wisdom, etc., his fun-loving ways – so I wanted to do more friendship stufff. Socialize, hang out, etc. He would pretty much say he didn’t know what I was talking about when I said something was wrong with the scenario as it then existed.
Mind you, he did invite me to every large gathering of any sort that he had, but that was it. I could not get him to do anything that was one-on-one, or in any way the type of getting together and hanging out that friends do.
So, I dumped him.
She called Lawrence of Arabia “Dances With Camels”.
I had a boyfriend in the seventh grade who broke up with me because I got a monstrous zit on my chin. That kind of sucked.
When I was 18 I had a friend drop me because I had:
My friend broke up with a guy because he had “old man hands” and it creeped her out when they had sex. I think that’s hilarious.
I broke up with my last boyfriend when he called me a cunt. Mind you, we had major problems and I had just screamed “you’re an ASSHOLE!!!” to his face, but for some reason that word just stopped me dead in my tracks. I just felt that if he called me that, he really meant it, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. So maybe it’s not so dumb after all. Never mind!
Oh, sweetie… it wasn’t about the dinosaurs.
For my ex-best friend, it was his 3rd strike:
We were discussing an athlete’s alledged steroid use. I was arguing that just working out doesn’t actually make your head grow bigger.
“Well, a fat f*** like you doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Strike one.
We were discussing my mom’s recent brain tumor surgery.
“Oh, f*** your mother.” Strike two. (oddly enough, his own mom suffered from a brain tumor after that)
We were discussing the fact that the Niners had beaten the Raiders. My son, who’s a Raider fan, said “Tell him wait until the Niners play the Seahawks.” His reply?
“Tell your son to go s*** a fat one.” Strike three.
Hope I do not see him again.