The title says it all. Tell me about your ex that was so bad, your friends still give you shit about him/her many years later. Mine was a girl named J. She seemed nice enough, very pretty, very personable. Huge flake. We saw each other on and off (mostly off) for about 2 years before she moved into my house with me.
I encouraged her to quit her job she hated, saying my meager wage would support us until she found another. I didn’t know it would take 6 months. In those 6 months, I paid for everything for her and me, and even bought her a car to replace hers that died. It was only a $900 car, but still.
After about 8 months of living together, she decided she hated where I lived and wanted to leave. I told her goodbye, then helped her pack a bunch of stuff I bought her into the car I bought her, made sure the cell phone I was still paying for was charged so she could call me if her car broke down, and waved as she left.
She left me nothing. She had nicer furniture than I did, so when she moved in I got rid of a couch or 2, my bed, a couple chairs, desks, etc. When she left she took all her stuff which meant I got to buy new.
I still feel a little silly for some of those decisions, and my friends still give me shit about it when they can.
Tell me your stories about horrible exes who still deserve a bit of bitterness directed towards them.
Well, not so much a horrible story for me as it is for him. See, I had a partner of 15 years leave me for another guy cause it was gonna be so much better. He left with nothin’ but his clothes cause the house and everything in it is mine and moved in with this man who makes less money than me and lives in a house much less nice than mine, though not a bad place. He’s miserable but doesn’t have anywhere else to go. HAH! He thought he could do better than me. HAH! Course I’m waaaaaay better off myself, so, HAH!
I dated a girl for awhile that was a bit of a freak. One instance we all went to the movies, and her and another female there put collars on with a dog chain and made me walk them around. The theater told us we had to remove the dog chains or leave, but that isn’t the only thing my friends give me crap out.
She ended up breaking up with me to sleep with an apparently Bi-curious gay man. She then ended up getting pregnant from a guy, which happened to be a friend of a close friend, one that had not met this girl before. So not only did I get flack from my friends that knew her when she was dating me (break up and freaky level), to this day I still get crap from another group of friends that knew her from dating this guy.
One incident that my best friend (he’s married to my ex’s cousin!) reminds me about often. The straw-that-broke-the-camel’s back; as it were.
Seems Sherri was cheating on me. I confronted her coming out of the guy’s house.
She threw a fit. “You’re SPYING on me! You don’t TRUST me!” she cried.
Well, DUH! I was sitting in the tree beside his house watching the two of them nearly get down to boinking before I ran around and started pounding on the door.
She and I drove home (in separate cars). She got well ahead of me in traffic and, by the time I’d gotten home, she lay in the bed, covered, nearly “asleep”. She mumbled something incoherent about “sleeping pills” and “the whole bottle” and “Jack Daniels”.
Alllllrighty…
I left the bedroom and went into the kitchen.
The kitchen sink smelled HIGHLY of liquor.
We HAD no sleeping pills. (No empty bottle was subsequently to be found.)
So…I flipped on the TV and sat my hiney on the sofa.
It took about 45 minutes or so for her to come crying out of the bedroom.
“You don’t CARE about me! I was laying in there DYING of an overdose!”
My response?
“Really? You seem fine NOW!” GET OUT!" :eek:
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My buddy Mike reminds me of that about once a year with the same final line.
“Brother… that was COLD!”
“Happy Scrappy Hero Pup? This is Mrs. Pshychocontrollingbeyotch. HSHExGF’s mother.”
:eek: “Hello.” :eek:
“Have you been seeing my daughter?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.”
“Have you been seeing my daughter? I have phone records here that show she called me while she was in New Jersey. I have forbidden her to see you. Have you been seeing her?”
“I’m not sure what you’re asking me here.”
“Have you been seeing my daughter? She is not to see you and she is not to talk to you. I don’t want her anywhere near you. Have you been seeing her?”
“Listen, I’d really like to talk to you about this, and I’d like some sort of resolution here, but…”
“This conversation is over.”
That was the end of the “relationship” part of the relationship. If you want to search for threads started by me, you can read the rest.
My friends have been riding this horse for well over a year now.
NEWS FLASH SEMI-HIJACK (in Happy Scrappy Game Form!):
-Guess whose new gal-pal is getting “stay away from my man [gal-pal’s name here]” texts from a blocked cellphone number?
-Guess whose new gal-pal only has one guy friend?
-Guess whose new gal-pal used to be a classmate/hate-object of HSHExGF?
-Guess whose new gal-pal’s friends failed to put together a “Who is stalking Gal-Pal” pool because everyone wanted to bet on HSHExGF?
I used to have this friend from work that I used to hang with. NOBODY liked this guy except me.
Fist off, the guy was 30 something and STILL lived with his parents. He was also TOTAL freaking coke-head. His parents were well to do so he had this pompus, condescending, “Harverd” type attitude about him. (Which is why nobody liked him)
I liked him, because he kept me in tears from laughing so hard at some of the most craziest off the wall shit he used to pull.
Hence, I’ll give you one of his crowning achievements:
Me, crazy guy and a few friends were sitting around at my house, after a LONG night of drinking and partying. One of the people in our group (A female, which makes it that much more funnier for some reason) needed a light for her cigarette. No one could find one to accommodate her. Untill finally, “Crazy guy” lifts up his toupee and pulls out a book of matches. Then (tries) to hand them to the girl. To which she practically jumped out of her skin at.
Keep in mind the dude is over weight and had been doing coke all night; so he was sweat’n like he had been doing jumping jack in the attic in the middle of July. The book of matches themselves were soaked with sweat.
shudders
I could go on but I don’t think this messege board has enough bandwith to cover this guys antics completely.
Well there was the guy that thought if he had checks to our joint checking acount it ment that he had money :dubious:
The friends like to tease me about a lot of the crap he pulled come to think of it.
Or the guy that was still married and failed to mention that to me.
They give me crap about him to.
And then I had a string of blind dates that went terribly. They included but are not limited to
-Guy with dented head :eek:
-Guy that thought it was funny to call me a bastard :mad:
-Guy that didn’t “want to give me herpes” :smack:
-Guy that pulled me aside from his freinds to tell me he was gay and I was just there to keep him in the closet. :wally:
