When you go through a bad breakup, there are a lot of things that can happen.Most of the time, you feel like a complete piece of sh*t afterward – like, “Why did I do this/stay with this person for so long/how did I not know they were such a complete douchebag?” It’s inevitable to want some sweet, sweet revenge on them — because who doesn’t want to inflict pain on the people who have hurt them? And, even though we all feel like we need 1,000 showers after a breakup to wash off the petty dirtiness, it’s important to remember that some people have it far worse. Some people have exes who deserve an extra-special place in hell …
Caught an ex fucking his ex girlfriend on our anniversary. Then he had the balls to call me the next day to say we should still hang out so I could “wean myself” off of him.
My now ex husband and I were on the same cell phone plan. After we separated he went online and unknowingly, to me, changed my caller ID to “DICKHEAD.”
I don’t know how long this was for, and I only found out after my boss at the time confronted me about changing it to be more professional!
My ex-fiancé left our daughter’s baptism party to “run home and grab the gift he left there,” but, my friend found him outside in his car f*cking one of my cousins. I have full custody now and he doesn’t even make an effort with our daughter.
I met my ex at the barber shop I worked at. He became my client and we eventually started dating.
Fast forward 8 months and he breaks up with me out of the blue through a text— douche bag thing #1.
3 days later he walks into the shop and requests that I cut his hair —douche bag thing #2.
After an awkward haircut including shampoo and massage, I walk him to the counter to check out he still expected a free hair cut as if we were dating — douche bag thing #3 .
3 years later he still calls me crying or sends me dick pics bragging about how he was the best dick I ever had. He was not in fact he never got me off once something I never told a soul even after the messy break up. Because I’m not a douche bag.
My ex and I did the deed (very unsatisfactory if I may add!) and I had rolled over to go to the bathroom and saw that he was on tinder… immediately after having sex with me and three months into dating.
He wasn’t hiding it either, he had his phone out and I could clearly see the app being used.
He didn’t understand why I was mad because he said and I quote “it wasn’t a big deal.”
Ex spent our last $20 on pot and alcohol for his other girlfriend instead of diapers. My son was 6 months maybe and I was home alone with no car and not a penny. My ex was supposed to buy diapers with a $20 I borrowed from my mom before going to work that evening (he worked at a bar so usually got off at 3am) because I only had one left and it wasn’t going to last obvs. Long story short, 7 am rolls around, no sign of ex since he left for work at 6 the previous evening and my friend stops by to bring diapers because my baby has already gone through 6 of my shirts as diapers through the night. Ex sauntered in at 11am drunk and stoned. I was too ashamed to ask my mom for more diaper money help after that. Thank God for friends!
My ex fiancé went on the dating site we met (Plenty of Fish) after a fight we had because I “nagged him too much”. When I moved out he slept with the girl he was talking to before me. Three days later.
I was married to and financially supported my husband for 9 years so he could follow his dream of becoming a professional musician. We needed our deck stained and he told me he would do it for $700, which he saw as a bargain! Really? Really. We’re both single now.
He liked to go out drinking and partying with his ex, and finally admitted he was cheating on me with her. We worked things out and he went away for work, I drove 8 hours to visit, and 15 minutes into seeing him he admits to cheating with 3 other women, all on the same day! We split and he knocked some girl up a few years later. They had their baby exactly 1 year after my husband and i had our daughter- to the day.
The kicker, he named the baby boy the baby name I told him I was going to name my first born boy!
I was in college and my boyfriend at the time was a student at the same school. We both lived with friends off campus. For a full semester, he didn’t have a car for whatever reason, so I was picking him up at his house, dropping him off at campus for class, then picking him up at the end of his class and bringing him home, 2-3 times per week. If I had plans, I would rearrange them around his schedule so I could be there to pick him up and drop him off.
Long after we broke up, I learned that he had dropped out of school as soon as the semester began (or before for all I know) and for nearly 6 months, he didn’t tell me. He would have me pick him up at home, drop him off at school, then one of his roommates would leave their house, pick him up at school, bring him back to their house, they would play video games and eat McDonalds for nearly 3 hours, then BRING HIM BACK TO SCHOOL, where I would meet him to pick him up and bring him back home.
This went on from the start to the end of the semester. He told me he was afraid I would judge him for dropping out, so instead, he orchestrated this charade for months that caused me to completely waste my time, energy, and gas mileage for someone who had no redeeming qualities other than the fact that he was working towards his own future and had the skills to be manipulative enough to carry on such an elaborate lie for so long.
He even carried a fake notebook and text book to “class”.