Strange Cats That Came To People's Houses
Relationships are difficult and sometimes breakups are inevitable. Relationships can end in a multitude of ways. From quick fling went horribly wrong to a long-term relationship that fizzled, a breakup brings heartbreak and regret that accompanies a breakup. Even worse than that? When the breakup somehow goes horribly wrong. Here are some breakups Reddit users have experienced.
The phone rang from an area code 8 hours away. It was her parents' area code so I answered. "who the hell do you think you are texting my girlfriend like you've been". She had been dating this guy for four months.
All the while I thought she was recovering from heart surgery at her parents' house. We had been dating for 4 years. both the other dude and I dumped her after a lengthy conversation. He seemed like a cool guy. I'd buy him a beer if I ever saw him.
"I was at a party by myself and met a friend of a friend: Her: "My boyfriend goes to your school!" Me: "Oh I probably know him, it's a smaller school!" Her: "His name is: insert my boyfriend's name here."
Instadumpage! It got awkward when I had to sit right next to her at the same friend's wedding reception a few years later. It's always the dry weddings where you need the open bar the worst." And that's why you should always bring your own flask when invited to a wedding.
My girlfriend (at the time) said she was going out to a party with some people from work. She had even introduced me to one of her (male) co-workers that evening. I thought it a bit odd that I wasn't invited, but showing how self-confident I was, I didn't make a deal out of it.
I told her I'd see her later that evening. As the night grew later, I hadn't heard from her, so I went over to her place. She previously had given me a key to her apartment. The exact moment I realized was when I put the key in the lock and I heard her voice exclaim, "NO!"
This was abruptly followed by her showing up at the door, stark naked. Ordinarily, this would be a good thing. But this was because I had interrupted her sleeping with the very guy she had introduced me to earlier that evening. But other than that, it was a great night.
"I've told this story before, but one of the moments that make me realize my first boyfriend was a dud was when I asked him why he never looked around before crossing the street and he said if a car hit him, he'd just sue them and be set for life.
I asked how he planned to do that with his body mangled and he said he'd manage to roll over and look at the license plate. Real winner, that one." Not the sharpest tool in the shed, I would say. But, hey, at least the guy's got "some" ideas. Maybe one of them will work, before getting himself killed.
"When he left me at his house to go out to the club with his friends because he didn't want me to go with him. And then when he came home at 5 am, turning on the lights and making a racket, waking me up so his friends could smoke up.
And me finding a huge bite mark on his shoulder left by the chick he used to be in love with really sealed the deal." Man sounds like a total scum bag to me. Good riddance. It's a good thing you got out of that one, who knows how much worse it could have gotten for you.
I left her dorm room to go get to a canceled class. I decided to go back to her room only to hear her sleeping with another guy (she was very loud). I knocked on the door and she answered thinking someone was going to ask them to keep it down.
I once commented on a social media post and made a joke, saying that I went back to a girl’s house to play Uno and talk about politics. Clearly just a harmless joke. Then one day, I get into an argument with my girlfriend.
In the middle of the argument, she screams out, “AND I KNOW YOU WENT BACK TO THAT GIRL’S HOUSE TO PLAY UNO AND TALK ABOUT POLITICS!!” But the moment was so ridiculous that our relationship could never recover.
The moment I knew we had to break up was when he made fun of me for a failed suicide attempt to the girl he had a “love child” with—during our marriage—after 10 years of being gaslighted and abused. There’s more, but I really don’t care to relive any of it. I recently got remarried to my best friend.
My ex-wife cheated on me, lit my house on fire, took my daughter to Puerto Rico without telling me, abandoned her daughter, ran away to Barcelona and shacked up with a guy, came back and expected me to forgive her… That’s only the tip of the iceberg.
My ex-girlfriend, who was 25, never invited me into her place. We would always hang out at my place and I would drop her off at her place. She didn’t have a car either. I hung out with her and her roommate Ashley at the bar a few times. Though I wondered why she never invited me to hers I never asked.
After we broke up, a girl my ex-girlfriend knew told me why. She said that it wasn’t my ex-girlfriend’s apartment, it was Ashely’s apartment and my ex-girlfriend just slept on the couch like a sponge so she couldn't invite me over.
My ex’s friend took a Snapchat of my ex (while she was still my girlfriend) hooking up with a dude at a party and sent it to me. Needless to say, the relationship ended very quickly after that message was received.
The moment that killed my relationship was when I discovered that my ex-girlfriend had secretly made a Reddit account without telling me, and started commenting on posts of mine asking how I felt about my girlfriend. Any relationship with that little trust and that much deception is in trouble.
When I stopped by her house on the way to work to drop off flowers on her doorstep as a surprise and saw my “friend’s” car parked out front. This was at 5 in the morning. My “friend” was married with a pregnant wife at the time.
One of my exes was overly conscious about money and it felt petty. Every time we went out to eat, even after two years of dating, he would call the waiter and say, “We need the check split in half. Evenly.” If we would spend $5 at the grocery store buying spaghetti and sauce, he would ask me to pay half.
Anyway, my 17-year-old cat was dying, and I was heartbroken. The day I said goodbye to her, my ex—then boyfriend—took me out for ice cream. We shared a $5 sundae at Dairy Queen. He paid! I was so happy and touched by the small gesture during the worst day of my life.
But then in the car afterward, he asked me if we should “settle up now or… because, I mean… the sundae was $4.95 and I don’t think you gave me any money for it,” and I lost it. I threw a $20 at him and cried.
This was 8 years ago, and I've moved on. I'm now engaged to a wonderful and generous man! We share money wonderfully and I think I’m even more appreciative of him because of my experience with this particular ex.
I doubt I’ll ever get the truth on it, but my ex (we were together for six years, engaged for a year and a half) went on a work trip to Vegas. We were eight months away from our wedding, half of it was paid for already.
When she got back from the trip, she said: “I don’t love you anymore.” Kicked me out of the apartment and had a new guy move in three weeks later and was engaged to him a few months ago (about a year and a half after the split). Either she had been cheating for a while or thinking about it.
Either way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, while simultaneously being the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I’m MUCH better off now and MUCH happier and healthier as well. I’m finally over it (almost two years later) and although she hurt me pretty freaking bad, I look back and realize that I hated myself.
I was severely overweight and wasn’t in any position to love someone the way they needed because I didn’t love myself. Life will dump on you, and you can either wipe it off and learn from it, or sit and play in it and get used to the stench until no one wants to be around you. It’s your choice!
Had a suspicion that the wife was seeing someone else because she was acting “off” for about a week. We would be sitting together and she would get messages supposedly from a female friend but she always set the phone face down. Then one night she said she is covering a shift for a nurse co-worker who just had a miscarriage.
That night I woke up out of a dead sleep with my heart racing and feeling that something was wrong. I snuck over to her side of the bed, took her phone and went out into the living room to go through her text messages. Sure enough, she had detailed plans to meet up with a guy at a hotel.
I took photos of the texts with my phone as evidence. I went back to bed, returned her phone and contemplated my next move. I laid awake for about four hours until it was time for me to get up for work. I knew they were planning on meeting in the afternoon at the hotel.
When I arrived at work I told my boss that I needed a half day and possibly a few days off afterward. About an hour before their planned meetup time, I drove to my brother-in-law’s house. I let him know what was going on and asked to borrow his truck so that I could witness their arrival with my own eyes.
He made me promise not to confront them. I showed up at the hotel parking lot and about 30 minutes later, they both arrive in his truck. She was dressed in her work outfit. After they went in, I snuck around to his truck and deflated all his tires (not slashed because that’s a bigger crime).
She had carefully planned to cover her tracks. She took our two kids to the babysitter dressed in her scrubs to appear like she is going to work. Then drove her car to the parking garage to have him pick her up there, knowing I might drive by her work to see if her car was there.
I left the hotel, went back home, piled every picture we had together along with photos of our kids on the kitchen table. I packed a bag for myself and the girls and drove down to my hometown to stay with some friends. On the way there, I called the hotel and asked to be connected to the room under her name.
She answered and I don’t remember exactly what I said, but something to the effect of “I know where you are and I know what you’re doing…” She wasn’t really phased until she heard our girls in the backseat laughing and signing. Then she broke down and begged me to come back.
I told her we needed a few days away and that they deserve a better mother than her and hung up. She called me constantly and I just sent it straight to voicemail for the next few days.
I went to the gym but forgot my headphones! The house is five minutes away so I went back but noticed my work friend’s car out front. Walk in the house through the open garage. My son was coloring at the kitchen table so I ask him where's his mother. He points at the stairs.
As I walk to the stairs, I hear inappropriate noises. I had been suspecting she was cheating but had no proof. I knew I had to catch her or she would say I overreacted. I went upstairs and heard them in the spare bedroom. I walked in and said “well this is awkward.” They panic and start denying it.
I walk out to my car and have ex-buddy chase me out and tell me to hit him. I go to my command (I’m in the military) the next day. Report him and have the command force him to call his wife that day and let her know. I am now divorced and much happier!
My friend was studying in Paris. We were out to dinner with a mutual friend, and both began talking about this guy they went to school with and both had dated. This couple were dating for a few months, but they broke it off when she got a really weird vibe off their last few arguments. My friend agreed.
They both proceeded to tell stories, but the girl's was way more messed up. The guy stalked her for weeks after, showing up near her apartment “coincidentally” and tipping her off that he was following her by asking her about certain events. One day she came to her apartment to find her knives had all gone missing.
She remembered she had given him a set of keys. A few days later, she found the knives in the freezer. She changed her locks immediately out of fear. Shortly thereafter, an old lady who lived downstairs was reportedly murdered. The girl was so creeped out she moved as soon as she could.
I was on a “break” with my girlfriend when I got a text from a girl that had mutual friends with me and we were kind of close. Things escalated but it turned out my girlfriend had gotten a burner phone with a different number and was the one sending me the texts the whole time. She was not pleased.
I overheard my girlfriend telling a friend that she wasn’t really interested in me long term and just saw me as a familiar old friend to have some fun with for a bit. It was hard, but I couldn’t go on dating her after hearing that.
When he admitted, with a sigh of relief, that he had recently cheated on me with my sorority sister while I was gone for work. Immediately, he hugged me and told me how much better he felt now and said he knew that we would grow stronger together from that point on.
He was wrong. It was like one of those movie moments where the camera should have panned from his relieved smile during the embrace to my dead eyes. I ended the relationship shortly after and have since moved on.
I’m a live-in nanny and the parents are going through a particularly nasty divorce (mostly because she’s totally insane). Either way, she decided one day that she didn’t give a damn anymore, and started bringing this dude she’s seeing to the house, sometimes even while the Dad is home.
She says “they are just friends,” but I’ve caught them in compromising situations on multiple occasions but she simply denies it. She’s also encouraged the kids (while the Dad isn’t home) to call this new guy “daddy.” Thankfully the Dad has finally realized just how crazy she is and is getting a divorce.
Thank God he’s going for full custody, and that the kids are still really young (and that I’m going with him and the kids). It terrifies me what those kids are going to have to deal with in their lives because she is their mom. She is an incredibly selfish, narcissistic person and I hope all this karma comes back to bite her on the behind really hard someday.
I picked up his phone to change the channel on Chromecast. It unlocked and opened the Messenger app where he was making plans with my roommate to hook up while I was at work the next day.
I dated a guy I worked with at a restaurant. He was a bartender and I was a server. We’d hooked up after a few months of heavy flirting. It was extremely casual and only went on for a few weeks.
Then, for reasons unknown but likely mundane he decided to call it quits, but his method for doing this was to “ghost” me, as in to quit responding and otherwise acknowledging that I exist. Now, that is doable when you communicate mostly by phone/email to get together, but WE WORKED TOGETHER, on the same shift!
So this ghosting would result in bizarre instances where he would work service bar, I would ring up drinks for my tables, and he would act like I didn’t exist, standing there right in front of him and asking him to make the drinks I rang up, which he wouldn’t do because that would break the illusion that I didn’t exist.
This inexplicable behavior went on for weeks. Someone must have finally asked him why he was acting so weird, because after several weeks he finally sat me down and gave me this overly wordy apology about how he hoped I wasn’t too crushed and heartbroken, but he didn’t see us working out.
I informed him that I was never heartbroken as our time together was never very serious. He seemed let down at my lack of pining away for our lost love. Anyway, literally a week after that conversation, I met and started dating the man who would eventually be my husband.
The girl the previous guy liked dated him briefly, then ghosted him (and quit too, so it was actual ghosting, not pretend) so he tried to revive our heavy flirting routine to no avail. It wasn’t the most psycho experience, but considering we were all grown adults in our late 20s at the time, it was just bizarre.
We went out to lunch, she wasn’t able to hold a conversation. I repeated myself multiple times because she was so enticed in the hilarious thing she was reading. I asked what was funny but she insisted nothing. As I was on my way to dropping her off at her place, her phone, sitting in the cupholder, started ringing.
The number wasn’t registered in her contacts. I went to answer it expecting a telemarketer or someone who simply had the wrong number with the intent of messing with them to have some fun. I went to grab the phone. She has never had a problem with me answering calls like that before, she even found it entertaining.
Anyway, she freaking attacked me, started screaming at me, and ripped the phone from my hand. We didn’t speak for the rest of the ride, needless to say, it was obvious what was going on. Shame. Turns out it was my only friend at the time. Lost two people I thought I could trust that day.
My moment of truth was when I told her I loved her for the umpteenth time, and she said, once again, “Who are you trying to convince—me or yourself?” This was from a woman with whom I was planning to marry.
It just hurt me so much that she could think that way after all we’d been through and overcome. I never recovered emotionally from her doubts. I ended up breaking off our engagement some months later as a result.
My fiancé left me two days before Christmas. She told me she needed to move out for a bit and get space. That she was moving to her friend’s house. This went on for a week, until, because we have a family Apple plan, I looked up her location.
I wasn’t surprised when I found out she was not at her friend’s house…I’m now a single dad of a one-year-old and she’s moving out West to be with the guy she was with… Not the Merry Christmas I had in mind.
I broke up with her at her house, but she decided to follow/race me back to mine. As we were both driving, she sped past me going 20 MPH over the limit in the wrong lane trying to get to my place first.
She almost got into a head-on collision with another car. We get back to my house. I’m trying to figure out how the heck to get rid of her without hurting herself/me/my property. After she yells at me for an hour or so, she cries, smacks herself, tells me not to do this, etc.
Then she grabs a box of Nerds from the coffee table and hurls it at me. She missed me, but the box of Nerds exploded into my couch. She stormed off…and then basically harassed and stalked me for months. There are still Nerds in that couch.
My dad was recently caught cheating on my mom after 27 years. While using his laptop, my mom noticed that Facebook said: “Hello Mike Long, can we log you back in?” My sweet mom still had no idea he was cheating.
She only found out when my teenage sister finally broke it to her that he’s using a fake account. But that was only the beginning and opened a whole other world of nasty surprises. Love you dad, but I also hate you.
My ex-girlfriend who I was still relatively good friends with swiped my debit card when we were hanging out one time. She then proceeded to wipe out my bank account. When I confronted her, she told me it was to help pay for an abortion.
She claimed her current boyfriend got her pregnant. Anyways, I stopped hanging out with her and the last I heard she had joined the army but was later kicked out a couple of years after joining due to problems with substance abuse.
My relationship ended when I caught my then-girlfriend cheating at a party. I was visiting her from out of town and was having a pretty fun time. After a while, I told my girlfriend I needed to turn in, and she was like, “Yeah, go crash in my bedroom. The party’s basically over anyway.”
So I got into bed and closed my eyes. Then, I noticed that it had gotten really quiet in the living room. Like, no one was talking at all. That was a bit odd, so I got up and walked out…
I found my girlfriend kissing a random guy on the couch. They were so intent that they didn’t even see me standing there looking at them until I said “What the heck??” out loud. I’ll never forget her jumping away from the guy and wiped her mouth and tried to deny it. Despite some dramatic attempts to keep me there, I left.
Going to share a story on behalf of my manager. He had recently broken his foot when a car jack broke on him and the car came landing down. One of my co-workers decided to buy him a plant as a “get well” gift.
His (now ex) girlfriend was convinced that that was my co-worker making a move, so she peed on the plant to kill it. Also tried to get pregnant by not taking her BC pills to trap him into a marriage.
It happened to a friend of mine. We were all on vacation (about seven friends) and everybody was drinking. We were the only two who didn’t. He managed to snag his girlfriend’s phone while she was passed out and pulled me to the side.
He said, “she’s cheating on me, some guy named Joey has been texting her and meeting her after work for sex every day.” We ended up searching for names and mutual friends via Facebook. Turned out Joey was a girl.
I asked my ex to please stop hurting my dog, which he had started to do for no apparent reason. He refused. He then accused me of hitting him out of the blue. I know I did not. He was “gaslighting” me.
A specific form of abuse that is very mentally harmful. At first, I questioned if I actually did it and forgot. Then later, I figured out what was going on and knew I had to go as soon as I could afford to move to another place. I am now gone and happy.
My boyfriend really looked up to Captain America, who always did the right thing and stuck to his morals. One day, he said that he wasn’t happy with me because I was not living up to Captain America’s standards of good behavior. That was it for me.
When she came home from work one day and the first thing that popped into my mind was “Well, there went my day.” Just a normal day, no fight the night before, no stress, just my subconscious finally making himself heard.
The biggest moment I remember is the night of my sorority initiation ceremony. I didn’t have my phone for a few hours and in response to him not being able to get a hold of me he went and got two sleeve tattoos. They were done in his friend’s basement and they looked like it too.
When my mom called me and said that I needed to come to the house (30 minutes away) because she didn’t know how much longer my grandfather was going to make it. She insisted that I let my girlfriend at the time drive me because she didn’t want me driving upset, as I was very close with my pawpaw.
My girlfriend agreed… I threw on some shoes and was ready to go. Girlfriend proceeded to get in the shower, blow dry and straighten her hair and do makeup. My mother called when we were 15 minutes away and told me that he’d passed. Her delay cost me my chance to say goodbye.
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