I had been with my girlfriend (I’ll call her “Shereen”) for 2.5 or 3 years, and we had lived together for most of that time. While I was with Shereen, I met the woman to whom I am currently married (I’ll call her “Carolynn.”)
Once I met Carolynn, I realized that she was the woman I wanted to be with, and that Shereen was clearly not. Without getting into a lot of details, life with Shereen had become quite unpleasant. I eventually got up the nerve to break up with Shereen - fairly ugly at the moment of impact, but I suspect she saw it coming, so not too too terrible. Until 2 weeks later….
I’m at work in my little office in the library, and I walk out to go to the card catalogue. I look up and there’s Shereen walking towards me. I think to myself, “This is good. Work out the last details, and make it a fairly amicable break.”
She sees me, stops about 10 metres away from me and starts screaming at the top of her lungs, “YOU BASTARD! YOU GAVE ME A VENERAL DISEASE! YOU AND YOUR GOD-DAMN WHORING AROUND WITH EVERY FUCKING SLUT THAT YOU COULD FIND! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU….”
This went on for what seemed like an eternity, although I suppose only really lasted a minute or two. Remember, we’re in the middle of a library.
After this explosion, she turned and stormed out, filled with fury and what she thought was righteous indignation.
The funniest part of the story is, I really did have chlamydia, as did Carolynn and Shereen. BUT, prior to me moving out of Shereen’s life, Carolynn and I hadn’t even held hands, much less done the wild thing. In other words, Shereen and her whoring around brought the disease to me, and not the other way around.
Anyone else want to share their horrible breakup stories?