She was too pushy.
Man, was she ever. It got to be annoying to put up with after, oh, the first 6 months.
She dumped me.
He said something about how it wouldn’t work because he liked on kind of music and I liked another. Because, you know, it’s all about the music.
He was right, tho - it never would have worked out with us, and it had nothing to do with music.
D.i.v.o.r.c.e
He was mean. Just plain mean.
He was a controlling asshole, and I was far too young.
He cheated on me and left.
His adultery.
He was dumber than me, and had bad breath.
He hit me.
Jerk.
Everytime we disagreed on something, or even started to argue, she would lock herself in the bathroom and pound her head against the wall and it would take me hours of apologizing and agreeing to her position to get her* out of there.
- This is the same woman who read Men are from Mars and Woman are from Venus and declared that the author was a sexist pig who thought all men were right and all women should shut up and do whatever men said.
Finding some other guys underwear in the dirty clothes.
He liked to hunt.
When I read that it seems odd on my part; I do eat meat. There was more to our break up than just that. However, killing things for sport or pleasure was the part I had problems with.
He chose his mother and the church over me.
She lied. A lot.
Alcohol.
She thought that by sleeping with me, I would get her a job (for which she was wholly unqualified). You know the kind, latch onto the guy who looks like he’s going somewhere, and make it look like you’re doing him a favor.
he pulled a gun on me.
tried to sleep with a close friend of mine, then cheated on her (while also cheating on me) with Cheatee #2, and then dumped me (and my friend).
Cheatee #2 married him, that lucky, lucky girl.