To ask what your most mortifying break up story is?

[Betty94]

Good evening all,

I was just randomly thinking about this and was wondering what other good stories other mumnetters have and if they can top my break up story with my ex because it was really something :

When I was twenty one I had been seeing this guy for three years and for the last year I had been trying to break up with him but every-time I did he would just cry and beg for me back and being young and silly I'd take him back each time, in that time I became mentally unwell (probably from the strain on the relationship) and went on holiday with my grandma, I'm not proud of this but I broke up with him via text on the first day of my holiday as I genuinely thought that was my only way out so I did it as gentle as you can via text and then blocked him on everything as I knew he'd just bombard me. A week passes and I go home, I get home on a Saturday night and go out to the pub with some friends (ah pre covid memories) and I got a text from my dad (was still living at home) saying "your ex is in your bedroom" ffs, I was only around the corner and I was afraid he might come to the pub if I don't go so I went home to tell him to leave, he was sat on my bed with my two foster kittens so I sat on the computer chair at the opposite end of the room asking him to leave, he came over and got on one knee (oh no) and read out a script of how much he loved me etc and whilst he was doing this the foster kittens kept jumping off and on his knee which was amusing but then he got out a ring ( I didn't even look at it) and closed the box and said no, he then fainted! He fainted on my bedroom floor because I said no so I had to call my dad in and my dad drove him home in my ex's car and I had to follow in my car to bring my dad back home (luckily I didn't have any alcohol at the pub) then for a few weeks after that his mum would bombard me with texts (70 odd in one day) telling me to get back with him and he would bombard my dad with texts telling him to tell me to get back with him

Eeeee haha anyone got any good break up stories? Please

When I went to university I was seeing a supremely unsuitable boyfriend (33 to my 17 which now seems horrific but in all honesty was just a stupid ill advised crush that turned into something,I'm not remotely traumatized).

Of course after a few weeks the student union alcohol, freedom and the concept of other options opened my eyes and I ended it.

In those days we had a landline in our rooms , no mobiles to speak of , and I came home one night to hear a message left for me , he was singing that no doubt song "I'm losing my best friend" from beginning to end. Nothing else. No message. Just the song.

He was not a good singer.

If ever there was a moment where I knew I had made the right decision.

@OhTheRoses really? What a fun sponge you are

@LemonSqueezy0

Why are people being so snidey to OP?!

My worst breakup situation, (that is funny now) was when I was sat in my car in my work car park, texting my best friend that I had arrived at work and would be seeing my very recent Ex for the first time after breaking up a few nights before. I went into great detail about he was crap in bed, he was boring, he stank of cigarette smoke and I wouldn't miss tasting it when we kissed, he had crusty skin around his nose (it was winter) and hadn't he heard of moisturiser...and on, and on.. I was just trying to make myself feel better by listing every thing, embellished to make her laugh... I sent the text just as he had pulled up in the work car park, and he parked opposite me.. He got out of his car, and almost immediately reached for his pocket where his phone was.... He stared at his phone for a bit, and only then it hit me that I'd sent the bloody text to him as he was on my mind... He looked so sad, I felt awful, and he looked up and saw me looking at him.. we locked eyes, and then he slipped over on the ice, flat on his back😂😂

Omg I'm definitely going to hell! Couldn't help but laugh! Poor, hapless guy🤣

This isn't a break up story but when I was about 17, I went on with a rapper from East London that did those cringe grime type shit music 😂😂😂 we met in London and he was talking about all these gigs he was doing and how successful he was. His fb was full of those cringy music videos but back then, I didn't FB stalk him first to decide if he was date worthy or not, I was very gullible. I clearly remember him going through the whole day not eating or drinking which I thought it was odd for a date. We were literally hanging out on the streets in East London all day on a cold Autumn day. I got home and told my friend and she said she knew him and he was broke as shit, has 2 kids and what on earth was I thinking of. I was bombarded with texts throughout the night which I kept ignoring and a week later, I saw him outside my college. When I saw him, I ran out from the back and took a bus home and remember going home and literally hiding. Thank god I didn't tell him where I lived! I saw him a couple of more times where I literally ducked down to avoid him and of course changed my number. I was so freaked out. Last time I heard about him which was way over a decade that he was serving some prison time for theft, drugs and domestic abuse and just thought to myself what if I continued seeing him...

@Ghosts2020

I went out with this lad when I was a teenager, first serious boyfriend, pressured me into having sex, would always force me to take drugs, treated me like shit, flirted with other girls in front of me, would turn up at my school and eventually got me kicked out because he was making me miss so much school. I broke up him with after to put it bluntly he groped another girl in front of me and then assaulted me. He made me feel so shit I was hysterical when we broke up and ended up mc a baby I didn't know about.

What an asshole, I'm so sorry you had to go through that especially at such a young age, I was in a similar abusive relationship from 14-18 (different guy to op) and I know how it can stay with you. I hope things are better for you now

@Shinyletsbebadguys

When I went to university I was seeing a supremely unsuitable boyfriend (33 to my 17 which now seems horrific but in all honesty was just a stupid ill advised crush that turned into something,I'm not remotely traumatized).

Of course after a few weeks the student union alcohol, freedom and the concept of other options opened my eyes and I ended it.

In those days we had a landline in our rooms , no mobiles to speak of , and I came home one night to hear a message left for me , he was singing that no doubt song "I'm losing my best friend" from beginning to end. Nothing else. No message. Just the song.

He was not a good singer.

If ever there was a moment where I knew I had made the right decision.

I can just imagine you sat there wide eyed listening to this bloke singing way out of pitch down the phone some of these stories are sitcom worthy

Don't know why people are being so shitty for no reason!

Not really funny but embarrassing. When I was 18 I broke up with a guy I had been seeing for a couple of months. He turned up at my house with a guitar singing some shit song he had written for me. The embarrassing part was it was my little sisters birthday and lots of family had come round. They all sat in the front window watching him quite bemused, my grandparents don't understand english, so were a bit like wtf? He was out there for about an hour, before my mom took pity on him, fed up and dropped him off at home!! The worst of it all was I was 18 but he was 26, surely old enough to know better, we had only been together 2 months (and at the beginning I rarely saw him because of exams) and he wasn't drunk either. Really odd when I think about it now, although all my family still take the mick about it 20 years later!

I have two,

When I was 20 I dated this guy for a month, over the moon with him but it was never official. We were on a walk and he asked me "has anyone flirted with you since we've been together?" and without actually thinking I said "we're not together haha" and I just turn and see him looking very hurt. Obv I apologised, he said its okay, went home, ghosted me for 3 days and then sent me this long text about how much I hurt him and he can't see me anymore. I was devastated, blamed myself, and as I was missing him I decided to look at his pictures on Facebook (cringe I know). What do I find? The first day of the 3 he disappeared he went to a party and this girl posted a picture of her sitting on his lap. They were on a break, got back together, eloped the next month.

Second time,
I dated someone for 4 years. He was manipulative, emotionally abusive and caused me panic attacks. Every time I tried to break up he'd say he'll kill himself so I would get him back. (stupid I know). After 4 years of being together I moved to England and I was naive enough to tell him where I work. Broke up with him shortly after and blocked him on everything. One day my supervisor calls me and says your brother is here trying to surprise you asking for your address but I have to ask you first. I don't have a brother. He asked him to leave, he had a breakdown, police was called to remove him.
I moved soon after that, found another job and never heard of him again

I apparently forgot to break up with a boyfriend once.
Dated casually for a little while, he went off to travel Australia and communication fizzled.
I thought my text about breaking up was pretty clear but upon rereading it, it was very waffly and never actually mentioned breaking up.

By the time he got back (without telling me, as a ‘surprise reunion’) I was dating someone else.

Was very awkward when he showed up at my house with flowers and a suitcase and I was hosting a couples evening with my new partner

When I was 16 I had my first boyfriend, who was 22 and worked as a security guard. It was all very innocent, we only kissed and held hands. Anyway at Christmas I got this huge bottle of CKOne perfume off him and was really thrilled. Just after New Year though the house phone rang and it was the police - my dad answered it and shouted me, they were asking if I had been with my boyfriend the night before. Innocently I said no, I had been doing my homework and he had been at work. Turns out he had given me as an alibi because he had arranged with mates to steal cars from the dealership he was guarding and thought I would back him up. And the huge bottle of perfume had been stolen from Boots. My dad wouldn't let me answer the phone for ages after that in case the chap phoned, and when he did phone my dad gave him a piece of his mind and that was the end of that

@Betty94 Things are much better thankyou, I've been with my current partner 5 years, about to finish my degree and my relationship with my family is much better, the first bf ended up going to prison for 18 months for having a relationship with a 13 y/o and the last I saw him was near my parents house which made me feel really anxious. I feel bad you went similar too, it seems unfortunately far too common

I love this thread!

Are we allowed to have older break up stories, too? Would be great to read some cringey older ones!

Well I found it hilarious.

Lemon one miserable bastard always comes on when they see a new thread to take their lack of satisfaction at their life out on the OP, this sets the tone and others just join in because its sets off their join in the bullying so I dont become the bullied instinct. Happens on 75% of AIBU.

Op is using a regional accent, ohtheroses, thought id let you know incase you came across as a miserable bitter trout.

I've only got boring breakup stories but you've all got to read 'Secret Smile' by Nicki French! It is the ultimate breakup story and truly gut wrenching..

From 15 - 18 I went out with a controlling idiot who was 6 years older than me. He hated me seeing friends and would threaten to finish with me all the time. He even engineered an argument the day of my Great Grandma's funeral!

I finally saw the light and dumped him. He was devastated. He used to secretly follow me to college in his car, driving behind me. And he used to park outside my house all night. He sent numerous letters and flowers.

I bumped into him a couple of years later and, foolishly, agreed to go out for a drink. He picked me up and drove me into the middle of the Peak District to our pub, and proceeded to cry all evening begging me for another chance. I was mortified. Everyone in the pub was looking at us. He was a grown man of 27 FFS! In the end I agreed to see him again just to get out of there and so he'd take me home.

Like an utter idiot I actually agreed to meet him again. Went over to his house and he was all dressed up in suit and tie and told me he'd booked a table at the most expensive restaurant in town. I had a horrible feeling that he was going to propose! So, I pretended I'd left my jacket in my car, hurried outside, got in my car and drove to see my friend. She was just on her way out,invited me along, and that was the night I met my now DH! God knows what my ex thought had happened to me. I refused to take his calls after that

Not a break up story, but a never-got-together-no-way story.
I was about 17/18 and worked in a shop. A regular customer was an older Iranian man, in his 40s. He owned a restaurant/nightclub and used to tell me I was beautiful and would in a lot of money for him if I would work in his business.

One night at home the landline rings and my mum hands it to me.

Him: hello Toad. It is . I am ringing to ask you out for dinner tomorrow night.
Me: . Thank you but I can’t.
Him: why can you not come to dinner tomorrow?
Me: I’m sorry but I’m busy.
Him: ok. Then I will take you to dinner on Sunday night.
Me: I’m sorry I can’t do Sunday.
Him: ok. Then I will take you to dinner on Monday night.
Me:

I’m sorry but I don’t want to go to dinner with you. I will never want to go to dinner with you.

Silence. Then:
Him; why don’t we discuss it over dinner on Tuesday?

😂😂😂

Went out with a guy when I was 20. He broke up with me by asking my advice on how to hook up with his house mate. When I objected he was like "oh yeah I think we are better as friends" less than a month later he came down to London to try it on with my best friend who has had met once.

Yeah he was a charmer... But I think I got off lightly.

Later in mid 20s he dated someone for three years. He broke up with her two weeks after she was diagnosed with overian cancer.

(for the record she survive cancer and moved on and found an amazing guy by all accounts whose also a survivor and they are now married and seem very happy). Both best friend and I are happily married and thr guy is still single

My boyfriend of 2 yrs and I had spent Christmas separately, he with his family and I at my dad's house. We had agreed to meet at Paddington Station around 28th December to catch the train and spend New Years together at my mum's house.

I'd come to the conclusion, while we were apart, that it just wasn't working and I wanted to break up. It was my first serious relationship and I'd never dumped anyone before so was really nervous. He was a lovely bloke just not right for me. For some reason I decided the adult thing to do would be to do tell him in person rather than text or phone so kept the arrangement to meet at Paddington (he lived outskirts of London so I wasn't making him travel too far).

When I saw him appear on the platform with a rucksack and two big bags of presents I felt so nervous I could hardly speak and he could tell something was amiss.

I led him to a bench and as gently as I could broke up with him. Understandably, he was hurt and also pissed off that I'd made him trek all the way into London with 3 heavy bags. He stood up and said angrily, "you can keep those bags of presents, they're from my family. I don't want them." I protested I didn't want them, there was no way I should keep them and he should take them back but he stormed off to catch a train home.

I was quite emotional after breaking-up and I just couldn't think straight about what to do with these 2 huge bags of presents that I didn't want. If I left them on a station bench would it cause a bomb alert?! Should I hand them to members of staff or random members of the public? Would they take them or just be suspicious and creeped out? And I couldn't face explaining my predicament as I knew I would ugly cry all over the place.

I wondered around the station for what seemed like ages, my head spinning, dragging these huge bags behind me like a bedraggled Christmas elf, with no earthly idea what to do with them. I tried to find a bin or anywhere I could dump them but there was nowhere.

Eventually I had to board my train so ended up lugging these presents with me to my mum's house, where they sat in the corner of my bedroom for a week, making me feel bad, while I decided what to do with them.

In the end I got over my guilt fairly quickly and just couldn't resist opening them. They were all cheap and cheerful gifts from his family, like bubble bath sets, so I didn't feel too bad keeping them. They mainly got regifted.

This is,I'm sure,a light hearted post,why are some posters being so spiteful?😁
Remember,if you can't find something nice to say(type),say nothing.

I once had a first date arranged with a guy from a dating app. We’d previously discussed our mutual love for sushi so I was very pleased (and quite surprised) when he told me he’d booked a very fancy sushi restaurant for our first date.

He text me all day on the day of the date as usual. I met my friends for lunch and then went shopping for a new outfit. Went home and started getting ready and then never heard from him again

This was in the early days of online dating when I was also quite naive and I was convinced something awful must have happened to him. So I found him on Facebook and sent him a concerned message but of course not no reply

Ffs some of these responses are a bit bitchy! Bad day ladies? Take no notice OP

I broke up with a guy once because over time, I came to realise he was really stingy and I knew I couldn’t tolerate that longterm. He wasn’t great in the sack either, plus he wasn’t really my type physically. Nice bloke overall, and an interesting enough person.

So I gave him the ole “it’s not you it’s me”line, waved byebye and got on with my life.

I ran into him on the street maybe 5 years later, and we ended up going for a pint, which led to him basically following me back to the village I lived in (for more pints. In the pub where my partner and all my mates were also having pints. He sat there and gave me the 3rd degree about how awful I was for breaking up with him. In front of my partner and all my mates.

Everyone fell into a mortified silence and then everyone started talking all at once. Finally he got up and left. I’m still cringing 😬
Last I heard he’d moved down the country and has a nice life so a happy ending thank fuck

Op this is a great thread and has me thinking of a particular old story (that I couldn't possibly share) so thank you. Don't let the miserable thread pests get you down.