So... how were YOU dumped?

So, I mentioned in MPSIMS that after 3.5 years together, Sniffs_Markers gave me The Speech. You knwo the one. “I love you , but I’m not in love with you. I find you very attractive, but I’m not attracted to you. I don’t think of you in ‘that way’. It’s not you it’s me, let’s just be firends, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

M’kay, fine.

But while wallowing in self-pity, it got me to thinking of Dumpings Past… Anyone got one that’s really original? Most of mine are of the humdrum, garden-variety dumpings. Like the Suddenly Not Calling Anymore in the Hope that You’ll Just Go Away method.

Nothing really good. And I haven’t creatively dumped anyome either.

The most original dumping line I ever got was about 5 years ago, with “Crayons, I love you. You are all I have ever been searching and wanted in a love of a lifetime… I want you to leave me.”

Regale me with tales of creative dumpings! Please, give me something more interesting than my most recent heart-wrenching end of spousalhood – I need a good story.

He was a musician. He did an interview with a fanzine, not realising the girl who interviewed him was a friend of a friend of mine. He mentioned his “Scottish girlfriend” to her.

I’m not Scottish.

Ooh. Ouchies, ruadh.

'fraid I’ve never been creatively dumped. It’s always been along the lines of “uh… I don’t think this is working” or “uh… I think we need to spend some time apart and see how we feel”. I did once not call someone in the hope he’d go away. I was only 16 at the time - teenagers are naturally passive-aggressive, aren’t they?

Oo! ruadh that’s a stinger! Ouch!

Actually the first time my “I love love you and I want you to leave me” ex and I broke up (yeah, :rolleyes: it was someone I was stupid enough to take back), it was because I drove two hours to her place… it was kind of late, so I didn’t want to disturb her housemate, so rather than ring the dorbell, I used the handle of a rake to reach up and gently tap on her bedroom window. Her naked boyfriend came to the window to investigate.

That evening totally, sucked, let me tell you.

Well to tell the whole story Tansu, Musician Boy did this to me first, so that by the time my friend phoned me to tell me what he’d said to the interviewer, I already pretty much knew my number was up.

He was 30 then btw.

Summer of 1976. I was in yet another Navy training course. He was on an aircraft carrier in the Med. He wrote to me and dumped me - including such reasons as our musical tastes were incompatible and he knew I wouldn’t approve of him smoking pot.

So I responded like any mature person would. I cut my hair off. There was logic to this - I was putting up with the annoyance of pinning up my hair while in uniform because he’d asked me to grow it out. Well, if he didn’t want me any more, I didn’t want the hair any more. In fact, I was going to send it to him!

But not right away - I’d have to send it with everything he’d ever given me. But I wrote a letter to accompany the returned stuff and hair. A few weeks later, I’d cooled down, and I rewrote the letter, still angry, but not as vicious. A few weeks later, I was back home and I gathered all the stuff he’d given me.

And I’d really mellowed. And I didn’t want to give the stuff up. And why the heck was I carrying my hair in a plastic bag?!? So I tossed the golden tresses and wrote a very calm letter telling him that I was hurt and sad but I would survive.

We saw each other again about 3 years later. He’d gotten out of the Navy and I was about to be commissioned. Whatever we’d had was gone. He’d gotten better looking since he was able to grow his hair out, but there was no spark. It’s been 25 years. I kinda wonder what happened to him.

Oh, once was by phone when she met up with her old boyfriend and wanted to give things another shot with him. The other was by AIM and I got the “We’re going to college and we’re going to meet all these new people and what if I meet The One” speech, whereupon she hooked back up with her old boyfriend.

Fortunately, the one I have now is 1000 miles away from her old boyfriend! Ha! :smiley:

Got a phone call in the hospital about a week after breaking my back and neck telling me that he didnt feel like waiting for me to find out if i was going to be a quad or not, and that he took all my stuff back to my flat, and picked up his stuff and my roommate had his key…and would i just go ahead and have someone mail his key back to him. We both lived within 3 blocks of the hospital…

About a year and a few months later, ran into him at a bar and the group i was with invited him to join us barhopping…and about the 10th bar or so we were at the Liberty Pole, a very ay bar…on a friday night…and he accepted the dance request of the very pretty ummmm…and we left him on the dance floor with her and never looked back. Did i say he was exceedingly drunk…grin. Oddly enough he refused to talk to me ever again…<evil grin>

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So I responded like any mature person would. I cut my hair off. There was logic to this - I was putting up with the annoyance of pinning up my hair while in uniform because he’d asked me to grow it out. Well, if he didn’t want me any more, I didn’t want the hair any more. In fact, I was going to send it to him!
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I did the same thing. My ex-boyfriend loved my hair long. Two years ago, we’re driving to the store. He turns to me and says “I want to sleep with other people”. I naturally say, “Okay, get the hell out of my car then.” The next day I go and chop off 8 inches off my hair. He calls me up that day and wants to talk. I show up smiling my ass off because my hair is really short and I knew he’d shocked. He was.

Every time I was dumped it was usually…“uhm…I don’t think we should see each other anymore” kind of thing. The one that hurt was the ex I just mentioned, because I had suspected him of cheating on me. When he said he wanted to sleep with other people only contributed to my suspicion.

The boyfriend who invited me to go on a cruise (7 days) just didn’t show up to pick me up on the day we were supposed to leave for the cruise.
I got the hint

I know I’ve posted this somewhere on here before, but my ex-husband announced at my surprise 26th birthday party that he wanted a divorce. To be specific, he told my best friend first, privately, and then told everyone at my party. Including me. He even explained to everyone that he just didn’t love me anymore. Er, thanks. :rolleyes:

I used to date Sarah Michelle Gellar, but she decided it wasn’t working out so she built a time machine and erased our relationship from the timeline retrospectively. Or so I choose to believe; it’s possible we never dated at all, but I don’t think so.

They never quite got to the relationship stage, but there was the “hot for me, hot for me, hot for me, lesbian” disaster week, and the “hot for me, going out to dinner tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, kissing someone else” disaster week…

Nice girl I knew about a year, met at breakfast one day in late June, hit it off with her real well because she had my sense of humor.
“I met this guy who’s just like you, only taller and thinner.”
She left it at this, until about a month later when she realized I was angry with her.
Then she had me convinced was just a friend, until just yesterday,
“I know you’re going to want to kill me, but last week [my college of choice] called and asked me to come in on Saturday (your Prom) for a scholarship audition. It’s in the evening. G2G, ttyl.”
This is after she knows I know she’s already getting a full ride, including room and board, and she tells me one day in advance instead of the week ago. Something tells me me she won’t talk to me later.

At her work she’d gotten some tickets to a baseball game and couldn’t go, so she gave them to me and I went with my buddy Jim. When I got home afterward I logged on, only to find I’d been dumped in an extraordinarily cryptic and vague e-mail. Very strange.

And a week later she wrote again to say, “And by the way, I’m not nine years older than you, as I’d told you I was. I’m more like 23 years older than you.”

:smack:

We spent about 10 days apart. She “Didn’t miss me enough”.

First girlfriend:
Her: “Are you cheating on me?”
Me: “No. I would never do that to someone I love.”
(akward silence for 30ish seconds)
Me: “Are you cheating on me?”
Her: “Define cheating.”

The sad part was I tried to stick that one out for another 2 weeks. And then I attended one of her high school basketball games (I had gradutated a year earlier), and, as luck would have it, ended up sitting right next to her other boyfriend. That was fun.

I’ve got one.

A year and a half ago, December. My then-fiance and I went to Delaware to visit his parents. I had talked to said parents a few times, and they had seen a picture of me, and I was not worried, because both of their sons seemed like great guys. My then-future-BIL and I had gotten on very well when he visited us. This was going to be a good trip, you know?

We get there. When I’m nervous and shy, I clam up, but I did my best to open up. I was nice to the then-future in-laws and we stayed there a day. I thought everything went fine. As did my ex.

When we got home, he called them to let them know we’d gotten home in one piece. His mother says his father is out and needs to talk to him, and will not say why. I go into a panic, ex is puzzled. When his father called back, we were summarily informed that they we do not have their blessing, and they will not attend the wedding. The only reason they cite is the age difference, but I know damn well what it really was – my rare orthopedic condition. I then went even further into a panic. I also got very very angry. I wanted to pack up and grab a plane to Vegas right now to spite them – my mom suggested it when I called her.

My ex then spends THREE DAYS thinking about what to do. He totally physically and emotionally and any other way you can think of withdrew from me. Finally, after those three days, my mother gets on the phone with him and tells him point-blank that if he’s going to call it off to do it already, her daughter is a WRECK and if he’s going to break her heart just DO IT ALREADY.

So he breaks off the engagement.

Then he uses the “let’s be friends” line on me when I’m about ready to leave, unsure if it was actually safe for me to be driving.

Apparently what his mom says goes. Did I mention that at this time he was 42?

Oh well, since then I’ve gotten more male attention than I’d gotten in my adult life. Right now I’m trying to decide which of two guys I want to ask out, unless one of them asks me first. Heh. :slight_smile:

whiterabbit, did you have a Pit thread about that? It’s familiar.

I was living with this guy.
I was out, and when I got back, we were supposed to go to the bar with his (and our) friend Paula.
I said, okay, wait til I get there.
Oh yes, I will, he said.

So I happened to be a little late.
I came home and he was gone.
They had went to the bar without me!

I called a cab and got there, asked around.
They had left a few minutes ago.

I moved out the next day.

First serious relationship: ended when he flew out of the state after two suicide attempts, without bothering to tell me that he was going. I found out because I happened to call his mother (about a gift I had helped the family buy for his dad!) and she said “X’s flight should be getting in on time.” I wrote him a little “I don’t think we’re a good fit anymore” letter so technically I broke up with him.

Second serious relationship: Pit thread here.

Third serious relationship: may be ending even as we speak. I am now one day away from the third span of a week within our just-over-four-month relationship of not seeing or hearing from him. I told him the last time he did this that if he ever did it again we were through. Problem is I’m wicked in love with him, more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. Do I break up with him out of pride? I feel like Norma Shearer in The Women.