>Scandalous!
>If you haven’t checked out Suburban Turmoil Reviews for The Great Dump-Off, go! Now! The stories you guys are leaving are jaw-droppingly, gut wrenchingly incredible. If you’re in a good relationship right now, you’ll read them and be so very, very grateful for the man you’ve got. If you’re not in a good relationship, well honey, you are definitely not alone! Who knew men could be such assholes?
I’m going to let the contest run through Sunday at midnight, central time. I’ll choose ten finalists on Monday and will announce the winner on Tuesday afternoon, after playgroup. I know, professional, aren’t I?
And stay tuned- This contest has been so successful that I get to give away even more super cool stuff soon!
>Hello, I know I am a little late but I wanted to contribute my story the “The Great Dump Off.” Well I guess I shall start at the beginning. It all started when my best friend, me, “Big Red” and John went out. It was a blind “date” to set me and John up. Big Red (John’s best friend) and my best friend were just there to be the buffer, so to speak. Well it ended up actually Big Red and me getting together. At the time he was engaged, but he had told me that he was already going to break it off before he even knew me. So we started dating, now fast forward two years, I wasn’t the happiest camper at this time. We lived in a large farm house with two other couples, with only one bathroom may I mention. I wanted to move out and find a place of our own he didn’t want to, nor did he want to get a job. Also I was always sick all the time, later on I found out I was lactose and intolerant. So I felt nauseous all the time and not to mention bad diarrhea so I didn’t want to do too much. So he decided, while I was working overtime, to start “messing” around with my “best-friend”. Well I was so busy working and feeling like crap that I didn’t realize it until now all the signs. Like when she called, she called his cell phone to talk to him instead of me. She always kept coming over and visiting him. So one night I confronted him…he said that nothing was going on. To make a long story short (yes this is the short version) I ended up leaving him the next day, even though he never did confess that he cheated on me. A week after I left my “best friend” moved in. Oh yeah nothing was going on there! But my mutual friend informed me that they are very unhappy, and she had cheated on him a few times. I guess an eye for an eye, ok I don’t know if that metaphor fits but it sure sounds good!