What final moment led to the end of your past relationship?#breakup #relationship #laststraw
Have you ever experienced that pivotal moment that marked the end of a relationship? Maybe it was a disagreement that couldn’t be resolved or a breach of trust that shattered everything. Whatever it may be, we’ve all been there at some point. Let’s dive into the last straw that ended your former relationship.
The Final Moments
Was there a specific event or conversation that made you realize it was over?
Communication Breakdown
Did communication issues play a role in the demise of the relationship?
Trust Issues
Did trust play a significant factor in the breakup?
Moving On
How did you come to terms with the end of the relationship and move forward?
Share your story and let’s explore the common threads that connect us all when it comes to the end of a relationship. Let’s learn from each other’s experiences and grow together. #relationshipadvice #movingon
My boyfriend speaking down to his children and not for the first time. And I dont mean in a disciplinary way either. One of the most unattractive qualities in my opinion
I’ve realized it was over when I found out my partner had been lying to me about their whereabouts and spending time with someone else.
Just gut pain
Turns out he was gay. Heâs my best friend now but damn thereâs no working around that.
When he threatened to throw our 3months (was born 2.5months early) twins into the wall because “he didn’t sign up for this”
A girlâs name came up on some instant messaging app and I asked who that was and he absolutely lost it on me for asking. Funny how thatâs always such a telltale sign of cheating. Anyways, Iâm really glad that happened because he was so verbally abusive that I felt just nothing of myself and it took cheating for me to leave.
I read some of the other responses and this one is trivial but here it is. I broke up with someone I was dating for over two years because of a grilled cheese sandwich.
She had an insanely complicated relationship with food, but it wasnât because of weight or anything. She grew up poor (and so did I) and when she became an adult she got a job and only ate âgoodâ food. I however didnât care at all about food and I just ate whatever.
She took cooking classes, shopped at expensive grocery stores and had a fully decked out kitchen. She insisted on cooking and it would take her forever to make anything.
Anyways, I was coming off of a 12+ hour shift for the fifth day in a row and I just wanted to eat something because I hadnât eaten all day. So on my way to her place I picked up some Wonderbread and some Kraft singles. I got to her place, and started making a grilled cheese sandwich. She objected, said she would make me something real to eat. I wasnât interested. I finished making the sandwich and I went to quickly use the bathroom. When I came back she threw my food out and was looking for something in the fridge to make.
I was so mad I just grabbed my coat and said fuck this Iâm outta here.
She left for the third time with the words “fuck you we’re done” after a self-inflicted fight
As expected she came back after a few hours and I told her she could pack her stuff and leave again
Spent the night at her place. Woke up, had sex, and got in a stupid fight.
While she was in shower, it suddenly hit me that the only reason I was with her was the constant sex. We had nothing in common, and I didn’t actually like her. I think she liked me, but I wasn’t positive.
More of an epiphany than a straw, I guess, but I broke it off cold turkey.
I beat her at a game of Halo, she choked me against a door pissed off about it. I was done.
She made an ass of herself at my best friend’s wedding. I’ll take a lot of shit, but don’t disrespect my friends.
Would yell at me if I didnât praise him enough.
When my SO was not only cheating on me (and having unsafe sex with these women), but was telling me that he had to stand up for me with our shared friend group.
I made sure they knew about his cheating, then left. He lost MOST of the friend group, fwiw.
she started wearing a hoodie around the house that… wasn’t mine.. and was clearly from another guy.. Funny enough they just magically started talking to each other right after we got divorced.
Him: Itâs your turn to take me out, itâs always me taking you out.
Me: I took you out before you went on your last trip.
Him: (raising his voice) No, you didnât! I took you to lunch.
Me: And I took you to breakfast the next day.
Him: (pausing for a second) Hm, youâre right. I forgot.
Me: (hurt and annoyed) You seem to forget when I take you out, I remember at least 2-3 instances of you accusing me of never taking you out and me being able to point out recent times I took you out that have slipped your mind.
Him: (pausing, then raising his voice again) But I spent this much and you only spent that much!
Me: (suddenly hit with realization) Itâs never gonna be good enough for you, right? Anything I do?
He shrugged his shoulders and next thing I did was break up with him.
He beat me so badly i lost our baby
He told our daughter he never liked her and couldnât stand to be around her
He put his hands on me. He never saw me again
my ex slapped me after confronting she fucked her trainer. she did
He drove our only car, the one I (sole breadwinner) drove back and forth to work every day, drunk. He drove it through my Mom’s neighbors fence, then tried to lie and say it wasn’t him, when my brand new bumper was all scratched up…AND SHE HAD THE VIDEO ON HER RING CAMERA.
That and I went feral when he walked into my Mom’s house and called her “Mom”. I realized that if I got THAT angry over that, we were NOT meant to get married.
Broke up with him the next day, best decision I’ve made in a LONG time.
We had been circling the drain for awhile, stuck in a constant loop of toxicity and trying to make it work. She pulled a “disappearing act” one night and went out and got plastered and didn’t come home until the next day. I realized in that moment I resented her. “Disappearing acts” are something I have no tolerance for in a committed relationship. I get real anxious if my person says they will be home at a certain time, and then they not only don’t come home, but refuse to answer calls/texts. This was the second time she had pulled one of these on me, and that was it.
He had a public screaming meltdown at a screening of Sonic the Hedgehog 2 because a family was accidentally sitting in our assigned seats.
He moved out to be closer to his new job (after repeatedly threatening to move out during our year of living together), but after making dinner for him at my/our old place thinking it was a date night, he left to “help a friend with his resume.”
When her phone vibrated on the chair next to me and it was a text from her ex, “I miss you too”
“too” implied she said it first.
Yeah, no, bye.
he said he was going to take the weekend to think about us and he took my paycheck to okc and spent it on strippers.
Essentially, I did something I thought was funny. Got told I was being embarrassing and to stop, fair enough, things can be taken a little too far sometimes and boundaries are good to be spoken about.
My friend who was at the bar at the time, who had no idea of what went down, came back and happened to do the exact thing I did and she burst out laughing and about how funny it was.
Her fifth suicide attempt and refusal to get help with her drug addiction…
She hit me with a car. On purpose.
After 3 years together I asked what we were doing and he said “I don’t know”.
So I said “let’s start from first principles then, do you love me?”
And he said “I don’t know”
Said she was going home (several states away) to visit family for two weeks. Saw her doing lines off the back of a toilet three days into said trip at a party in the town we lived in.
Not a romantic relationship, donât know if it counts? Ended the relationship with my mom because I was in the hospital, having major surgery. She was here to help care for my very worried kids. She hit my 4 year old in the face, at least twice. She admitted doing it, and told me itâs fine because she apologized. She used to hit me. She never hit my older kids, so I never expected this to happen. But it was like she waited for me to be weak enough to not be able to defend them? I tried to find any excuse but I just couldnât see her name or hear her voice ever again without intense dread and panic
Punched a hole in the wall when I asked him to wash his hands before.. ya know.. touching me there.. and I added, âplease respect my body.â I âruined everythingâ, he destroyed my furniture as pay back for breaking up with him over it. Then spent a solid year trying to win me back, and then became outraged that I broke up with him âover a chairâ. Weâd dated three years.Â
Note to anyone dating someone that gets increasingly violent: when they get comfortable enough to break things in front of you, youâre next.Â
Anytime I try to communicate times I felt disrespected or angry with her, she would do the same 3 things.
1. Not listen or not understand.
2. Turn it around and make it about her being a victim somehow.
3. just throw out random shit until she could find something that I did wrong, and then act like that made her win the discussion.
fucking childish bullshit. Just listen, admit you did something wrong and apologize. fuck.
She would establish boundaries, I would accept them. Did this like 3 times when I finally realized all she was doing was moving her fence line to the point she wasn’t respecting my own boundaries.
she accused me of cheating with some blonde girl after she found blonde hair in my bed
plot twist: i wasn’t
plot twist: she was blonde since 4-5 days
She moved out and tried to take 2 of our 4 kids with her. She was moving in with a guy from her work, and her brilliant idea was that she’d take the two younger kids and I’d take the two older ones. Her sister helped me talk her into returning the kids, and I won custody of all 4 in the divorce.
It was already leading up to it, but how he treated my cat. Initially he’d ‘play’ with her, but she didn’t like it and she made it known after a few warnings, which would in turn tick him off and he’d try to punish her. One day I came home from work and he was in my house with a friend he’d invited but hadn’t told me about. They started talking about how feral cats should be put down, and if it had been then, they’d have put her down (she’s not feral. She spent like, two weeks of her life was spent outside, she just has boundaries). But yeah, after hearing that conversation was I just done.
I broke up with my girlfriend of 5 years because she made the Subway guy cry. She had asked for light mayo and he put too much, so he scraped off the extra. She scolded him until he was holding back tears and that’s when I realized that she wasn’t just ambitious, she was an asshole.
Many months beforehand, we had had an argument about him messaging other women and perving on thirst traps on social media. I thought that all was done and over with and that we were past that hiccup. I was wrong! đ
One day, while driving, he starts telling me how his colleague (in his sixties) cheated on his wife with someone a third his age. He ends the story with an amused âwhat a boy!â, sort of saying his colleague is pretty cool to have managed to pull a girl so young.
I obviously find this disgusting and I just calmly and quietly say, âwell Iâm not sure I can condone cheating⌠itâs better to just break up if youâre having such problemsâ.
At this, my bf completely blows up, starts yelling at how I am âclearly in a moodâ, âshould shut up until youâre in a better moodâ, and how he would ânever judge anyone for cheatingâ and âmen canât wander around wearing sun glasses you knowâ. He then proceeds to bang on about how most women donât âget in a huffâ about their men messaging other women and how he should be perfectly fine to flirt and message with as many women as he wants. I quietly say âI seeâ and he starts yelling about how itâd be âmuch nicer to just sit at home for myself!â than listening to me âwhiningâ. I still hadnât even raised my voice at this point.
He keeps yelling and yelling and yelling, and Iâm just sat in the passenger seat in silence. Eventually he swings the car around in a dangerous U-turn and demands I get out of the car and walk home. When I refuse to get out, he walks round the car, pulls me out of the car and drives off.
I walked all the way back home (we lived in separate houses thank goodness), changed the locks and blocked him everywhere.
A few days later I receive a hand written letter from him, apologising for his âunacceptable behaviourâ but also again trying to justify why he was messaging other women.
Letâs just say I never spoke to the guy again. đ¤Ł
Oh and he was in his mid thirties! Some peopleâŚ