What's a bad thing about your ex Wife/Husband/BF/GF?

I really think you’re describing my ex.

Beyond that, he was 20, lived in a fairly rural area and wouldn’t get a driver’s license. He stayed at my place constantly, when the one thing I have to have is time to myself to recharge. He ran up a $450 phone bill on my phone in one month. His way was the only right way, and me not wanting to do something meant I was lazy or stupid or something along those lines.

He was mentally stuck in high school, while I was trying to decide what plans I had for my life - he didn’t get that I just couldn’t stay in podunkville college town for the rest of my life.

Had no conception of saving money.

My dad had paid $300 on my visa bill when I couldn’t pay it and she instantly changed it to the max again.

She blamed me for everything that went wrong.

For the last year of the marraige, my day would go like this…

Get up at 3:00 to go do my first job, get home around 8, time to shower, get my daughter up and ready for school, go to my second job at 9. Get home around 6:30, the first thing I would hear is “Andrea is out playing and she has homework to do” so I would go find her and bring her home.

If i was lucky, there would be some meat cooking for dinner and I would be expected to make a side dish and vegetable, help my daugher with her homework, do dishes, get the kids ready for bed and in bed.

Of course, the weekends were her time since she was stuck home with the kids all day while I was at work.

Although if you ask her, all I did was sit on my ass.

He had a horrible temper. If he lost a hockey game, he walked off refusing to shake hands with the other team. He said it was just a lie; no one felt like a good sport so it was stupid to fake sportsmanship. One time everyone’s bags were rifled in the locker room and he screamed and yelled and cursed at the facility managers and went out the door so hard he broke it, while I stood there watching, ashamed of this guy who was 28-going-on-three. He was way boring in bed. I later found some really raunchy porn among his videos, so it’s not like he didn’t believe in doing more interesting stuff.

He was such an out-of-control child. This doesn’t cover half of it. The thing is, he’s married now (having met his wife while cheating on me), and I truly like his wife. I just hope that she makes him so happy that thee horrible traits have dissolved.

When she left, she only moved 120 miles away. I was hoping she’d go, say, 3000 miles…

At 24, his mother came to his apartment to do his laundry, dishes (and he had a dishwasher,) and clean up. I came over one night, and there was no furniture. She’d sold it while he was at work that day to make room for the new stuff she’d bought for him.

::shudder::

Ex #1 Was a really sweet guy, but never finished anything he started, or changed or grew as a person, and even now that I’m on good terms with him again 5 years later, he’s still pretty much the same guy that’s always “gonna do” things, but never does. I’m an ambitious person, so we were really on a different page.

Ex #2 Was a sweet guy and probably treated me better than anyone else except my current beau, but he was a bit too needy. Talked himself down too much. The reason it ended is because he’s just not really physically compatible with me (it was mostly long distance).

Ex #3 Was REALLY needy, clingy, and drank too much. Broke as Hell, always floating bad checks. He was a nice guy though, treated me well, tried to get me to move in with him after two or three months even though I told him it wasn’t serious. He was killed in a drunk driving accident three days after I left him, bless his heart. I still wish I could’ve done something, but it was the alcohol that eventually got him.

Ex #4 Told me “you know you’re never going to see me again, right?” In an IHOP. Second time I was with him, after Ex #4 – hid me from his ex girlfriend for seven months and refused to acknowledge to anyone he was seeing me. Then said his ex was the closest thing to a gf he had. I swore him an eternal enemy at that point. He is the reason why I refuse to set foot in Austin anymore, unless it’s to meet throngs of adoring fans.

Ex #5 He told me he could never imagine being with anyone else, then moved an ocean away and left me here. Refused to live in the US in order to be with me, because the US is that horrible. Tried to change me constantly to how he thought I should be, would disapprove of things I did that he didn’t like. Completely devistated me when he left since I’d changed so much to be with him. Natch.

The current boy smokes, but we’re working on that. Otherwise, he’s about as close to perfect for me as you could get.

What’s a bad thing about your ex Wife/Husband/BF/GF? My ex-wife persists in breathing and forcing her heart to beat. She only does it to spite me. Other than that, she is a liar, a cheat, a sneak, a snoop, a thief and she is an eye shadow Nazi. She thinks she is a biblical scholar because she has memorized a few verses from the Old Testament, wherein Fire & Brimstone get top billing. She believes that homosexuals should be put to death, as should adulterers, but it was okay for her to have a long term boyfriend, since they were really in love and married in the eyes of God, whereas her marriage to me was just a civil affair and didn’t really count. Did I mention that she is a hypocrite?

She used me for sex.

Having been a college-aged male at the time, you’d think I would have enjoyed it more. But the funny thing was, I eventually wanted to move into more of a “snuggle” phase and start talking weddings, whereas she ONLY wanted to make out. Every so often, I’d get a phone call where she’d ask me to come over, we’d make out for half an hour, watch TV, and then she’d send me home. It took me a few months to realize that I was a male booty call.

And it wasn’t even real sex–rather, she just humped my leg. Grrrr.

He’s an alcoholic sociopath who cheated on me throughout the “relationship.”

Repressed Catholic who considered sex a chore for the purpose of procreation, and to be conducted only in complete dark in the missionary position. The loooonnnng dry spells and boredom led to infidelity on my part (yes, yes, I know it was my choice to cheat).

The ex:

  1. She was diagnosed as manic depressive, but instead of seeing a traditional therapist and taking medication, she went to a new-age counselor.

  2. She often had really bad breath.

  3. She was from Boulder, and was extremely politically correct and irrationally sensitive regarding percieved racial and ethnic slights. I’m a picky eater, but she blamed it on racism; for instance, I was bigoted and shunning … oh, Albanian culture because I wouldn’t indulge in their national delicacy of goat eyeballs. Her belief was that you had to not only tolerate all elements of other cultures … but embrace and like them, as well. To do anything less was racism of the highest order.

  4. She was hypoglycemic, which in itself wasn’t bad. However, when he had hunger pangs, they were connected with a jones for obscure ethnic cuisine. Thus, “I’m really hungry … I gotta’ eat NOW, and it’s gotta’ be ETHIOPIAN!” Of course, it was my fault when I couldn’t find an Ethiopioan restaurant in under ten minutes.

She was great in bed, even though she couldn’t have an orgasm. Of course, my inability to give her the gift of her first Big O was my fault.

I think it was the drugs and drinking and running with guys with an IQ of 12 that led to my dumping her. :smiley:

Ex-boyfriend (who unfortunately is my daughter’s father so he’s still around) lied to me about having a brain tumor. Said lie and accompanying professions of love, etc, were used to manipulate me into rekindling our relationship (after an earlier breakup because of his mistreatment - not physical- of me). I was gullible/stupid enough to go back to him and then after we spent much time looking for a house to buy and generally talking about our future, he decided one day to move in with a “male” friend so he could be closer to work until we found a place. I was never invited to this place, and a couple months later found out he was living with the woman he had cheated on me with previously! And the only reason I found out is because my daughter told me she had been going out with them to the movies/dinner when he would have her for the weekend.

I count the days until I don’t have to deal with him on a regular basis. (4,380) My current love tells me I spend to much energy disliking the ex. Energy which could be spent loving him (the current) and focusing on school. I suppose this is true - but the more energy I spend on my love, the happier I am. When I’m happy it’s hard to be curt and the more encouraging it is to the ex to call me about things that don’t have anything to do with our kid and just have a conversation. As if I want to talk to him unnecessarily! But I do, as much as I detest the sound of his voice and to any one observing our interactions - they would think we are friends. Ugh. What’s best for kid and not me tho, right?

Uh hmm, well, maybe it was when he told me that if another guy even looked at me he would have to cut up my face - then no guy would want me. That kind of ended it for me!! Gosh I’m glad that “Date Psychopaths” phase is over.

I’m going to go hug my sleeping husband now!

My only problem is I don’t have one.

Ex- boyfriend is petty, immature, selfish, and is and always was Hell bent on punishing me because it didn’t work out. He had an affair for two freaking months!

This thread came along at the perfect time actually. I saw two really old friends last night at the bar. They were friends of my ex. They said, “He’s here, shivering in the corner probably.” I introduced them to the friends I was with, and we got talking about old times. Seems that an old friend of ours commited suicide. I saw him a lot before I had broken up with my ex, but after we had broken up I lost touch with this particular person. I was very upset when I had heard he had died, and even more upset that my ex didn’t try and get in contact with me to tell me, even just send me an email.

He’s a petty little child who has never grown up. Arrogant freaking shit, who cares about no one but himself.

Well, lets just say she accepts human sacrifices.