In the immediate aftermath of my first breakup, I was a bit bummed and also pissed off. But within a day or so, I was really, really happy about it.

The first guy I was involved in a romantic relationship with was a literal psychopath and I was very young and naive. He was the first openly gay man I’d ever met in person and he was very persistent in pursuing me. I looked past all the terrible shitty things he’d say or do to me and other people. Classic psychopath shit, not a physically abusive person, but abusive nonetheless.

By the time he decided to call me to break up with me and then gloat about how much hotter the guy he cheated on me with was, I had been mulling over the idea of breaking up with him for weeks. I just didn’t know the right way to go about it.

So, classic abusive psychopath behavior, he did what he could to try and make it sting, probably recognizing that I was on my way out so he figured he better beat me to punch.

The sting didn’t last long. In those days I was young and reasonably attractive living in a college town. In less than a day, it was practically raining men. Hallelujah. Raining men. Amen.

On today’s episode of What Could Possibly Go Wrong, a young, hypersexual girl announces to the internet that she is recently single. Let’s take it over to Kevin who’s live on the scene, and see how events unfold…

I felt the same. I feel free and like I had a new energy for life. It was a bad relationship and was depressing me.

My girlfriend of 3 years simply ghosted me. I was 22. In my naivete I attempted to call her to at least make sure she was OK for about two weeks. She never answered the phone, never returned my calls. We also had started talking about marriage as well.

It was completely debilitating. Depression, anger, sadness, and a feeling of just being completely worthless. It catastrophically affected my dating life throughout my entire 20’s. From the ages of 22 to 30, I had exactly one other girlfriend and she was more of a FWB than anything else as she was much older than me.

I did start dating around when I hit 30, but it was just one disaster after another. So much so, that I considered myself to be the common denominator and decided to just be a permanent bachelor. It was fairly obvious to me that there was something wrong with me and that’s why I was having such bad luck.

Then I met the future Mrs CanopyFlyer in 2004. We’ve been together ever since. So it turned out that yeah, all those women I dated in my early thirties were all assholes. My wife is the best human being I have ever known.

Hmmm… Maybe that just gave her the patience to deal with such a jerk as myself… NO, it was all the girls I dated that were the problem!

Mine happened over the phone back in 2012. One of the best decisions I’ve made was to break up with her. We were arguing about something (no idea about what, anymore) and I angrily shouted (in ptbr) “You don’t need to call me anymore, ever again, it’s over for us! Good bye!” - She was very angry at me and tried to call me back several times, I turned off my cell phone and disconnected the cord of the home phone. Since those weren’t working, she called my mom, to which I replied “Whatever you have to say, I don’t want to hear.”, finishing the call without letting her speak.

The relief I felt then was HUGE.

anyone else never had one? married my first gf and it’s been a couple decades now lol

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It was very dumb and looking back I really can’t understand why I felt so strongly, but when I was in high school it really felt like the end of the world/my life was ending. I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe and blasted songs like this at full volume.

I’m 37m now. I was with my first gf from age 18 to 24. I was a wreck for years. I didn’t go on a date for at least a year. I didn’t have sex for 2 years. I didn’t get into another relationship for 5 years.

We had kinda been circling the drain for a while, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise at the time, but I didn’t know any world without her and I was scared to end it.

Looking back, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, but in the moment it was awful. I was a depressed wreck for years.

I initiated it, but she readily agreed. I think we both knew after 5 years together that it wasn’t working. I remember hugging and driving away and then suddenly feeling really upset. It was the uncertainty I didn’t like. I’d grown used to having a partner for events, movies etc.

I’m married now with a family and, surprisingly, never really think of any of my exes. But at the time, yeah, I found it quite unsettling.

First guy ended up gay. Not that I have an issue with that, it was the lies and using me as a cover for his very religious family that stung.

Second cheated. Also stung

Third was actually a decent guy, I ended things with him because we just weren’t compatible. That also kinda hurt because I didn’t want to hurt him!

Confused and conflicted. My first long term relationship was with a woman where we realistically had little chance of a future – she had become unemployed during our time together, and she didnt see any reason to get another job for the two years it dragged on for after that. Then she started saying I, as the guy, should pay for a house for us to move into together, even though it’s unrealistic for a regular guy to buy a house in his early adulthood, especially on a single salary.

Shortly after that, she had what I can only describe as some sort of mental break down. She started claiming she was an angel from another planet, and that her time playing mmos was preparing her for the true reality that every person is just an avatar and shit. She started self-harming/cutting. I couldn’t support her in this, and I couldn’t really see a clean way to get her help other than informing her immediate family (who all sorta noped out of helping). She still continued to imply I should be buying us a house together etc, which I absolutely couldn’t do, nor would I want to cohabitate with a nutter. So we split.

Saw her months after the breakup for coffee/catchup, said she was training to be an exorcist through some shady guy who was paying her $5 a day to take care of his severely disabled parents. She implied exorcisms were done through certain sexual acts sometimes. So she seemed like she was clearly getting seriously taken advantage of due to her broken mental state.

Felt bad for her, glad that I’d ‘dodged a bullet’. Though really the scars from that whole thing likely contributed to the reason I’m an old single person who’s noped out of dating ;p

The same way as you. I was really proud I did it so well.

Oh, awful. We dated for several years. He moved across the country on short notice. Just let me know one day after work he was moving back to his moms. I felt that abandonment for multiple years. But inadvertently ended up with several degrees and a nice job because I didn’t stay with him and continue doing whatever I could to be next to him like a puppy. Now I realize relationships aren’t everything. To be honest he didn’t deserve my love and it’s sickening that I’ve never liked anyone nearly as much even decades later.

Confused.

I didn’t even know we were dating. I took a friend to see LOTR because she was just as into fantasy as me. A few days later, she “broke up” with me saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship. I was like “What? but we’re not dating?”