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

I really like this thread OP, reminds me of cringy times when I was younger that I can laugh about now. Thinking about the kittens jumping on and off his knee

These men who can’t take no for an answer amaze me! It’s so arrogant isn’t it.

I broke up with a guy who was completely obsessed with me. He had broken his leg the week before and he would wait at my bus stop to accompany me home. The day after we broke up he waited at my bus stop like usual but I didn't want to see him. He saw me on the bus and started shouting my name, I pretended not to see him and as the bus pulled away he started chasing after it. On his crutches. Up a hill. Shouting my name. It was so embarrassing.

I think he thought it would be a huge romantic gesture but it wasn't. It was mortifying.

When I was 20, I'd been seeing a guy for a few months and we got on well. One night he's gone for a drink with a girl friend ( and that's all she was - their families had known each other for years). I played holy hell about it. Kept going on and on about it.
Not surprisingly, he dumped me.
I cringe just thinking about it now. Urgh!
If I saw him again, I'd probably apologise and hope that all these years later he'd just smile and shrug it off and we'd wish each other well.
Or I'd just hide.

This wasn't me but a colleague. She'd met a guy, they had a date. It seemed to go well. At the next date it was snowing and he romantically lent her his big scarf to keep warm.

A couple of days later he rang her at work and asked if she happened to have his scarf with her (she did). He was near the office and asked if he could stop by and meet her and get it. She was about to finish work so went down to reception to meet him assuming this was the third, impromptu date. Scarf handed over, they left the building and set off down the road. He suddenly whirled round and asked why she was following him. She was mortified and realised it wasn't an excuse for a date, he literally just wanted his (designer) scarf back because he WASN'T planning on seeing her again.

@Joswis , 'If I'm going to get beaten up by your ex, I don't want to be naked' 😂😂😂

Mine is more weird than funny but my first boyfriend broke up with me but was still weirdly controlling. Anyway, it was really hard for me and I was devastated so I went to work abroad for the holidays after hearing he’d started dating a girl we both knew from college.
I left a whole host of jewellery and clothes he had deemed unsuitable ( yes I know) at his flat and he wouldn’t return them
Anyway fast forward and I came back from the resort I was working at.. I saw ex and new gf in town and she was wearing my top and jewellery 🤣🤣🤣So weird!! They broke up soon after, poor girl

Actually really feel for the guy, my god that breakup must have been awful for him.

I don’t find it funny to laugh at other people’s expense. He obviously was in a bad way after

@Hellin301

Actually really feel for the guy, my god that breakup must have been awful for him.

I don’t find it funny to laugh at other people’s expense. He obviously was in a bad way after

Again without knowing the history it's hard to judge which I'm not going to go into because that's not the point, it's a cringe break up story and I'm sure we all have to them but i appreciate it wasn't brilliant for him at the time, it wasn't for me either - the only people who know about it is my friend and husband (and strangers on mumsnet) he's absolutely fine now, this was almost five years ago, no harm done.

[quote Henio]@Joswis , 'If I'm going to get beaten up by your ex, I don't want to be naked' 😂😂😂[/quote]
I still tell that story at times. He hates it. Thinks it makes him sound pathetic. I think it's hilarious.

I went out with a twin once in my younger days (the hotter and brighter one of the pair). He lost his phone and while waiting for it to be replaced, would use his brothers phone to text me.

It started to fizzle out, but I started getting odd texts from the brother, saying goodnight etc... After I split with the hot brother, I got a text from the other one asking me out.

Well, I was mortified and immediately texted my friend saying how awful it was, like something out of Jerry Springer, and why on Earth would I move onto the less attractive, thicker one of the pair. At least I thought I texted my friend... To be fair he took it like a champ, texted back to say not to worry, and I never saw either again.

I felt like a total cow though - was really unnecessary and hurtful. But I did learn to double check text and email addresses in the future.

It looks like the kittens are vogueing in that photo

Feel sorry for him? he was clearly faking 'fainting'. Thats just manipulative bollocks. Its thanks to romantic comedies that men feel like they can force somebody to stay with them through some god awful cringy romantic gesture.

The guy who had more than hinted about marriage (he'd said definitely before year blah). I proposed to him, on holiday, Valentine's day in a country where he was fluent in the language. He freaked out, said no, freaked out that I would tell people (?) So refuses to give me my passport (!). Eventually get home after being dragged to meet some member of his family in said foreign country.

Got home, moved out, find out in baby steps he was searching online dating, screwing his best friends' wife AND had assaulted our lodger.

It wasn't the best year for me.

I can’t post mine because it was always me acting like a nutter

In my defence I was 16! My second boyfriend who dumped me I managed to refrain from begging but I did still end a few nights out in tears where he’d ‘coincidentally’ ended up in the same bar as me with his new girlfriend

Oh and he married the friend's wife down the line had a child then she left him as she was cheating (not a big shock), no idea what's happened to him since.

Oh I forgot. I moved out. He moved into a rental five doors down from.me yeah. That was a weird time in my life.

How did she find the time (mental and physical) to do all that cheating? who can be bothered with all that?

A while ago I dipped my toe into the dating game and became friendly again with a guy who I hadnt seen for a few years. Him and his wife used to be friends with exH and I but they moved away and we had lost contact. They had split up and were divorcing.

So he visited my area and we had a couple of dates, then he decided that due to his messy divorce he would concentrate on that and get back in contact once it was over. Fine, no worries about that. We kept in contact with whatsapp etc, but quite sporadic.

A few months later i was wondering how his family was doing as I had met his sister once, so looked on her FB to see his wedding pics - he had got married the month before !!

I stalked saw his wife's FB recently and she has done some kind of photo collage thing - you could see the dates of the pics and he had been sending us both the same pics at the same time We were obviously in a competition that I had no idea about - and realising what he was really like plus looking at him now I obviously won

@BluntAndToThePoint80

I went out with a twin once in my younger days (the hotter and brighter one of the pair). He lost his phone and while waiting for it to be replaced, would use his brothers phone to text me.

It started to fizzle out, but I started getting odd texts from the brother, saying goodnight etc... After I split with the hot brother, I got a text from the other one asking me out.

Well, I was mortified and immediately texted my friend saying how awful it was, like something out of Jerry Springer, and why on Earth would I move onto the less attractive, thicker one of the pair. At least I thought I texted my friend... To be fair he took it like a champ, texted back to say not to worry, and I never saw either again.

I felt like a total cow though - was really unnecessary and hurtful. But I did learn to double check text and email addresses in the future.

I know twins that have shared a man.... was a fuck buddy for one and then the other married and had a kid with him. No one else found it odd apart from me.

When I was in 6th form I had a couple of dates in the space of about a week with a guy I really really liked. The following week was half term and my mum had booked for us to go away on holiday so I told him that I would see him at college the week after. I spent most of my holiday looking forward to seeing him again, but I couldn't phone him as it was before mobiles were a thing, and his parents didn't have a landline (more unusual in the mid-late nineties). When I got to college the following week I looked out for him everywhere but he was nowhere to be found - this went on for 2/3 days when I finally got the courage to ask one of his mates if he was ill. Turns out that while I was away he had gone out clubbing, and a girl in my friendship group had started talking to him while he was very drunk and they had ended up kissing. Rather than face any possible outcome, he ghosted me by dropping out of college AND screwed up his gcse maths and english re-sits by dropping out. When I was told that he had quit college, I was baffled - its not like we were even in a proper relationship it had literally been a couple of dates. I even ended up asking his mate if I was really that scary?! His mate said 'nah, it's cos you're really nice and he feels really bad' leaving me even more confused, as I most probably would have forgiven him (back then I was a bit daft like that).

I lost my virginity at sixth form to a lad the same age as me. We dated on and off for six months, he obviously put more gravitas on fact we had lost our virginity together and called it the "Special time" 🤢.........it really was shit.
He proposed to me twice as it was what he felt the honourable thing to be (I didn't get pregnant) and I don't think it was because he loved me.
I just stopped talking to him we were in some of the same classes he was pretty intense amd I wasn't up for that.

Ok, how’s this one?

I went on a 3 month language exchange at 17 to Switzerland, staying with family friends. Both the parents in my host family were high school teachers, so they introduced me to some of the student group. I had a great time, was shown the local area and taken to festivals, etc, by a varied mix of 8-10 kids. One guy seemed a little keen on me, but wasn’t my type. I made sure I brought other kids along to whatever he invited me too. He gave me roses and a very twee pendant at my going-away party. I barely remembered his name in time to say a polite ‘thankyou’, then promptly forgot about him.

I dropped in on my family in Italy, then returned home to Australia. A week after I got home, my grandmother rings me from Milan and says she’d had a bizarre visit from this Swiss lad AND HIS MOTHER, who had come (3.5hrs by car) to tell my family how cross they were that I had made him fall in love with me, then mercilessly abandoned him. They were prepared to forgive me, but I had better make it clear quick smart if I was coming back, or if he should come to me. In Australia. At 18. To build a life together.

My Nonna said it was the best fun of her year ‘breaking up’ with him for me. She did it in 4 languages, just to be crystal clear!

Talk about mortifying.

Why do Swiss people have to go on language exchange? cant they just go a few metres down the road?