Deciding to break up with someone can be pretty stressful. Not only do you have to completely cut someone out of your life, but you try to do so in the least painful way possible. While some breakups are amicable and agreed on, there are others that completely blindside the other person.
What are you to do when your breakup plan doesn’t exactly fall into place? Well, improvise, of course. BuzzFeed users shared their traumatic stories of how their breakup didn’t exactly go as planned–and, maybe it’ll help you come up with 4 different backups for when you dump your significant other.
I was going to breakup with my boyfriend, so I asked his friend for advice on how to do it. He liked me and got mad whenever I decided not to breakup with him. He then told everyone that I was planning on leaving my boyfriend for him, and because of that, my boyfriend broke up with me.
I dated a guy for 3 years (I think it was that long…it’s been forever since then), he sprung the idea of him going away for 3.5 months to work in Wyoming, but it was just for the summer and he was always promising he’d come back. Not even a month into it we were talking about how difficult the long distance was, but we would talk about it the next morning. Long story short, I literally did not speak to him for an ENTIRE month because he repeatedly told me his phone “didn’t work anymore”. He changed his Facebook status to single and then posted pictures of him with his new girlfriend. Oh. Ok. Thanks for the heads up, ass. And he also literally never made it back to town that I’m aware of. Hindsight, best thing to EVER happen to me. He was the worst.
Had this boyfriend in college who was super clingy and the worst kisser in the entire universe. I broke up with him over the phone and he called and texted all night. 7am rolls around and low and behold he shows up at my house with a McDonald’s bag and an apology letter that equated my love to “smooth pudding”. He finally got the hint we were over when my mom went out and told him. Never heard from him again. I also ate the McDonald’s (which was cold). And my sister still refers to me as “Smooth Puddin’”
My first real relationship (back in high school) was incredibly unhealthy, but I felt trapped in it because of my partner’s emotional issues. I dragged it out way longer than necessary and we were both miserable, so our mutual friend finally put her foot down after watching from the sidelines for WEEKS and told me to end it. Emboldened, I caught my girlfriend before she left for the day and told her that I needed to talk to her in private. No matter what I said, she insisted that I say it where we already were, in the crowded band hall. Once I broke the news to her, she was livid and sobbing all at once. She screamed at me for dumping her in front of our acquaintances and moved in like she was going to push or hit me or something. So I ran the fuck out of the building. I didn’t stop until I reached the Starbucks down the street. I sat there for hours, TERRIFIED that her or one of her friends would storm in looking for me. She never followed, and so began my Starbucks addiction that persists to this day.
A boy I used to go out with told me he visited his high school sweetheart once when they were in college. He drove an hour and a half from his college to hers, after calling her friends to make sure she’d be there, and being very secretive about why he was going to visit her. She thought he was visiting to propose, he was actually visiting to break up with her. Oh also, it was April Fools’ Day, so he maybe should have looked more closely at the calendar.
My boyfriend broke up with me while we were at Disneyland. A man saw me sobbing and asked if I was ok. Through my sobs I said “he dumped me” while pointing to my boyfriend. Apparently the man thought I said “he punched me” as he immediately went over to my boyfriend and punched him right in the middle of Cars Land. Disneyland police had to haul both of them to Disneyland jail.
I tried to break up with my (ex)boyfriend and he started having a seizure. At the hospital his parents kept saying how they were so happy that he had someone like me in his life and had to break it to them that I had been trying to break up with him.
This was in the 10th grade, and I had been dating my (now ex) boyfriend for almost three months. So our relationship was good and everything, until one day I found out that he had been cheating on me from a friend. So I decided to break up with him over Instagram. I posted a cute selfie and captioned it “Love being single!”. My boyfriend saw it of course, and proceeded to reply with “LOL AUTOCORRECT!”, apparently, he thought I meant to type “love pringles” or something. When he found out the truth he sent me videos and pics of him kissing another girl who he was cheating on me with.
I had been seeing this guy for a couple months, he was very sweet but quite a bit older than me and quite obviously (to me now, at least) an alcoholic. One night, I invited him out to a bar with my best friend and her boyfriend. He was already there when we arrived and so drunk that he must have forgotten he was even supposed to meet me there. After 30 minutes of him not approaching me, I finally went up to him and told him this wasn’t going to work out. His words were so drunkenly slurred, I couldn’t even make out what he was trying to say to me. The next morning, he called me but I didn’t answer. He left a voicemail saying he had almost just been arrested after waking up in his after drunkenly falling asleep before he could drive home. He said he would see me that night for plans we had previously made, obviously forgetting I had broken up with him. I never spoke to him again.
I’m in my bedroom in a college apartment with my ex, trying to break up with him. He’d failed out of school, was moving to further away because of it, and I felt like I’d moved on. He’s telling me he’ll change and that he will go back for his degree, work harder, etc. to keep me. Cue my roommate/best friend start blasting Taylor Swift’s “we are never getting back together” just in time for the chorus (she knew I was breaking up with him). He breaks down crying even harder, I’m laughing now because how can I not. And my roommate offers him cookies on the way out.