What Was Your Worst Heartbreak [true] Story?

saitunes

Jun 6 2008, 11:07 AM

My deepest heartbreak I've experienced was a long saga, real long. Here is the short version:

1. We became close friends
2. She lied to me and didn't tell me that "That random guy" was her boyfriend
3. Her and "That random guy" broke up, he only wanted one thing

4. I was one of her only friends that weren't all "I told you so, older guys are only after one thing"
5. I asked her out, she said no (that wasn't the heartbreaking part)
6. Not long after that she started going out with a guy (who had a bad track record) and didn't tell me.
7. She said a few things like "Oh he is sooo sweet" or "HE is sooo great" while I was in earshot (insensitive much?)
8. We had a fight and a falling out
9. They broke up (well he just ignored her)
10. Again I was one of the few friends who weren't saying "I told you so"
11. Before our high school formal (like a prom for you Yankees) I said something (Which I think was a fair conclusion) which resulted in another tiff
12. I just gave up on trying to get her forgiveness
13. We got lost together on a school trip, and became friends again
14. After school finished we arranged to meet up, at the last minute (When I say last minute I mean about 15 mins after we were supposed to meet up) she cancelled (because she was too hung over to come)

That's the short version. If I wrote the long version I would probably get a million credits for it. But I don't feel like spilling my guts now.

My story stretches over about 10 months. and theyre the big points.

What about your worst experience of heartbreak?

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gisellebebegirl

Jun 6 2008, 04:22 PM

Thats really sad/messed up! im sorrryyyy well my last one, was bad.. well the eneding was

heres what happened..

there was this guy, he was cute, on the football team, blah blah blah, and well we had friends in common, just had never meet or been introduced, until one day, he found me in one of my friends top friends over at myspace, and was like oh shes cute and added me; at the point, i was just kinda like, oh boy another looser added me (i didnt know who he was), then we started talking (me still thinking he was a looser, so i was kinda playing him.. and i told my friends i was) then after talking to eachother a lot over myspace (i was really bored, and this was like 2 months of talking, and seeing eachother at high school. but not talking or anything) we decided to meet eachother.. and i really want to, i tought he was the sweetest/funniest guy ever! [specially when he told me, he would always see me, staring his way, my eyes on him, but looking at something behind him, almost as if he was invisible]

ok well, we meet, and i was really shy and freaked out, so when i saw him, i walked the opposite way, and he ran behind me, to catch up.. and was like heeeeeeeeeey, and well it all went from there, i guess.. now time for the heartbreak

he was on the football team. i was on summer school/had my friends etc, so we were both really busy, and had no time for eachother, so we grew apart, and one day, i signed on my messenger, and he was on, and he was like hey, and i was like, are im busy, or something, i was half awake, and had typos, but really meant to say.. your not busy?? and he took it completely the wrong way, which hurt him.. and he just went to his exgirlfriend, who was like, OMG GISELLE IS A B** dont talk to her.. blah blah, and she told him, about how i was "playing him" which i was on the beggining, but not anymore.. and as usual, he didnt let me explain myself, so that was the end of us.. and we havent talked ever since

confession: i miss him

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(G)hayley

Jun 8 2009, 07:00 PM

Well I realy liked this guy in school so yeh we got speaking.He told me he realy liked me and beleved him but found out he wa just sayin the same to other girls so I got back at him and went out with his best mate ..This is where The stuf starts.. Well we was going so well for 14 month it had been amazing I thought I couldnt speand my life with any other gy he was the one.So 14 month past and my fone went missing I acused him so he got mad and cheated on me.When I when back to school I found out id left it there and now I'm just so upset to even acuse him.If I just had beleved him and trusted him I wouldnt be going thorugh the pain I am still in now and maybe would still have him now.All I wanna do is at least be mates but I know now ive messed things up.. I miss him , I miss him millions.. -reply by hayley

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(G)..

Jul 26 2009, 05:15 AM

I met him at work. And at that moment, I had no idea. One day, he added me to MSN, and since then, we talked all night , EVERY night .. And then eventually we started to see each other outside of work. I did like him, but for some reason I did not think I wanted to be with him. He was one year younger than I was, which I did think was a little wierd, so I think that had a lot to do with it. But we grew closer and closer, and we had a really good relationship.. But nothing was official. Here is the thing; I also liked another boy. I don't know how this could happen. I really liked them both. But I told the younger boy I didn't want to be with him anymore. I didn't tell him exactly why, but it was because I wanted to be with the other guy.

What ended up happening was after I hung up the phone after telling him. I went blank, and one minute later I was crying my eyes out. I realized I really really did want to be with him. I may have even been in love. So I stopped talking to both of the guys, but all I really wanted to do was talk to the one. But he did not want anything to do with me. So time went by, and eventually we started talking again. I apologized thousands of times, and somehow it worked. We got back together, and it was soo perfect. We had the best relationship you could ask for. It was the first time I had been in love, and it was deep.

So all was good... So I thought.

On my birthday, I noticed something really wierd. It just seemed like he wanted to be somewhere else.. Nowhere in particular, but not with me. He got me a really beautiful heart/key diamond necklace, and it was really sweet.. But the way he was treating me wasn't. After that day, it got worse and worse. We talked less and less, and saw each other rarely. It eventually got to a point where he would not answer me at all. When I called, his parents would say he's not there, and when he was there, he said he was busy playing video games.

One day, we got in an argument, and he told me that he only told his parents to say that, and only said he was playing games so that he didn't have to talk to me. Then he said he stopped talking to me because someone better liked him. And when I asked him why this all started on my birthday, he told me it was because he was bored.

Everything just fell apart.

It has been a very long time since that all happened, but I still think about it ALL the time. .. I really really loved him

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(G)Susie Hortman

Sep 13 2009, 02:20 AM

I just finished my first book, "Abilene's Child/Tormented Hope" which is about gross childhood abuse.

I must say that I had terrible experiences with fathers.

My first father was killed at the hands of my mother. Both my parents were driving in a car around 2:00 AM in the morning. From what I understand, my mother was slapping and hitting my father and he was trying to fend her off, when she grabbed the steering wheel. The car flipped in the air and my father was killed instantly.

There were four young children at home all alone that morning. They were ages, 6, 5, 4, and 1. There were three little boys and a one year old girl. That girl is "Abilene's Child/Tormented Hope". My name is Susie and I am that girl that was taken in the night, at age one, into an unknown black world.

After my father's funeral, my mother waited until night, then picked me up and walked to the door. This part I remember. My mother turned and I turned and looked at my three beautiful brothers sitting under the kitchen table. Their parents both leaving them for one reason or another.

My goal is to share what it is like to be a step daughter. I would like to share with men and women the real effects of multiple partners in and out of the lives of children.

I would like to explain how important Step parents are and that they can make a difference.

When I remember watching different men fighting with my mother, and my mother fighting with them, I was certain that both parents had been small babies at one time. That was the only way that I could not hate them.

There are not many people who grow up and discuss the effects of domestic violence and trauma of battering, upon their lives and in their relationships. I think that it is very important to come together as a team--society--symbolizing the family----and begin to rebuild "family".

As I was listening to Erin Andrew's story of victimization, I became aware that we are no where near understanding "Rape and Respect" . It is time to confront our loose behaviors and any behaviors that affect others. I am "Pro-Therapy" all the way. We need to return to "respecting" our bodies and the fruits of our loins.

We as parents must truly stop and recognize our choices and decisions to divorce, to be unfaithful in our marriages, to control our desires and impulses, to become more disciplined and to have the means to be disciplined.

We must realize that having our children institutionalized in the day care system, requires double quality time in our children's lives.

I am so very concerned about the anger that is flowing through this country. I want so much to reach out to the little grown up adults and hold them as if they were tiny babies. When I speak, I am addressing those who during their childhood, witnessed their parents fighting.

Seems that there is factual proof that if a family is being destroyed by domestic violence, there is a great chance that there is also sexual child abuse going on. Now what relation does incest and domestic violence have in common? The common picture: father physically beats his wife. He is in control. There is a high probability that he is abusing his children, either physically, sexually, mentally, and emotionally. He keeps his family in constant fear and it is supposed to make him feel important. Why is it that this man demands respect and importance from his family? Women suffer from these same needs. How did this dysfunction began in America? How many men and women are in prison because of violence towards their families? Is there more action that we can be taking? How do we encourage and help direct these violators who are acting out the movie that they had seen in their past? What generation started it, if any? Where did the root come from? (Mother's family or Father's family).

The first fifteen years of my life, I had many violators. I was beaten by several men, when I was a little girl. I was sexually violated by many men, as a child. My mother attracted pedophiles. Healthy men who see children as needing protection to not play with violators. There is two different groups of men. The protector and the violator, or maybe their is another type, the uncaring and passive father. By the way, when I say father, I mean mother also. I also mean siblings, for we are family and when we all are loved, we all feel loved. When we are all beaten, we all are beaten.

My first step father thought I was in love with him, gross gross. My second step father had the idea that mind games would break my spirit down, perhaps driving me to him. My first adopted dad didn't ask, he hit me in the face and demanded me to strip. My brother sexually violated my body because he had watched his mother allow men to violate her. She could have taught him how to respect women because she respected herself as a woman.

It is time to lay things out on the table--------I love "RAW Stuff". Secrets ignite violence. Truth causes the poison to drain. Sex is not a hobby. If you have ever loved someone and watched them die from AIDS, you learn a new meaning of respect for the human body.

My passion is in recovery. My passion is in hoping and determining to move on a healing path.

Susie Hortman

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Okara KAmi

Nov 1 2009, 12:24 AM

Me and my girlfriend had been going out for for about 4 months when she tells me not to talk to some guy, because he was a jerk. It was pretty random and I didn't quite get it until finally, rumors began spreading that he was talking 'smack' behind my back. Which was cool I guess, a lot of people do that, but wary of him from what my girlfriend said, I confronted him about it. I'm not the type to shy away at things like that, party because I'm bold, party because I'm tall, partly because I'm crazy. He was quite underhanded about it, and wouldn't man up to what he had said until finally I said something like, "hey it's not alright to talk **** behind people's backs if you can't back it up." It was basically an open invitation for him to either punch me, or back down and admit that he was a dog with his tail between his feet. So yes, I was somewhat aggressive. I'm not the type to sit around and take insults from someone who lacks a backbone.

This is when he says, "well it ain't alright to have a girlfriend that keeps textin' me saying she loves me and how she wishes she was single so she could be with me." Now I'm not a very metaphysical man, so I never really knew how it felt to have a broken heart. But I honestly felt it shatter in place when he said that. I don't act touchy, I don't read romance novels, I don't even believe in half of the flowery mumbo jumpo out there, but there was a gaping hole in me right when he said that. I walked away, trying pretty hard not to punch him (again, we are just teenagers, I don't claim to behave like a grown adult), and talked to my girlfriend. Lo and behold, she denied every such accusation as if the very thought of it was preposterous. I began gaining hope, because what she said made sense. The other guy was just trying to push a wedge between us, the other guy was lying, the other guy was this, the other guy was that. Then, because I so daringly disregard my emotions at times, I took a venture and said, "he gave me proof."

Now if my girlfriend was telling the truth, her reaction would be something like "what proof? There's no way..." or something. But if she was guilty, then she was caught. And that's when she began her sentence with "I was really mad at you..." So no, I was wrong about that experience I felt when the guy told me about her. That wasn't heartbreak, this was. And I'm pretty sure of it. This all happened about 7.5 months ago, and I still think about it. I think it hurt more because I never talked to anyone about it. I just kept it to myself, because I'm supposed to be tough, but I'm not, and it kinda feels nice knowing that someone is reading this.

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