>The First and Only Suburban Turmoil Dump-Off
>I was a serial dumper.
Afraid of dealing with the heartache, the humiliation that comes with being the dumpee, I would bail at the first sign of trouble. But it wasn’t any easier. I could always tell that it was only a matter of time before the relationship was going to end, whether I wanted it to or not.
And so I’d still end up lying in a bed littered with crumpled Kleenex, listening to Peter Gabriel and thinking about what might have been. I’d try desperately to remind myself that I, at least, had done the dumping. The fact that my dumpee hadn’t seemed all that upset? Well, I’d think about that tomorrow.
But what about those of you who’ve been dumped? Hardcore, earth shatteringly dumped? Well girls, you’re far from alone and now, your pain can be your gain. Head over here, leave your best dumped story in the comments and you just might win a fabulous prize. And at the very least, you’ll get to read some really good stories about the hell men put us through…
>Well, I’d be happy to share some of my pain with you…
>I’ve never been dumped. Of course, you have to go out with the guy first to get dumped! A better question, from my point of view, is how many times have you panted after a guy that wouldn’t give you a second look?It certainly doesn’t matter to me now, anyway, because my husband of nearly 25 years has never dumped me. And I panted after him pretty good back in the day (and up to this day, too!)
>Here is my story:I dated a guy in college whereby we had one of those -very bad for each other – type relationships. Everyone knew it was wrong – except us. Well, at 22 years old, I had to sneak out to move from my parents house to move 300 miles away to be with him, as we were engaged. (oh and needless to say the parents were NO help at all in this mess…) Anyway, I got a basement apartment – I had no furniture, no friends local and my family was estranged, and to live I worked 3 jobs: aerobics instructor, secretarial pool, and at night I worked in a bridal salon. Well, two months after I moved to be here with him, He decided to dump me for another woman. My notification? We were supposed to go out on friday night and he just called me up and said oh by the way it’s over. No warning – nothing. And I couldn’t go back home because then I would er, prove my parents right, so I decided to stay in town and be a thorn in his side LOL. I lost like 20 pounds (I think it all ended up from spewing tears into kleenexes) and I was soooooo PLEASANT to deal with as a bridal consultant (ooohhh yeah…) It all worked out in the end, and family relationships were repaired but it really, really, sucked at the time.
>im stupid – moving post LOL
>The best one? I was dumped on a First Date! YES! During dinner! The Dumper got up to the use the restroom, which meant one had to walk all the way through the martini/cigar bar. His ex-girlfriend was sitting in the bar, and they got back together. Right then and there. He sent a waiter over to inform me. Nice!
>I’ve never been dumped. I’m always the dumpee. I wonder if that means that I am truly that fabulous, or if it means that I used to dade losers? Hmmm… much to think about.~Amalia~
>I was dumped on my birthday. Yes, I paid money that I DIDN’T have to get my hair and nails done that afternoon … THEN, spent another hundo on a new outfit. Went home, got ready and waited. And waited. And waited. He never came. You’d think that would mean I was stood up. But no …I was called about 10pm … to inform me that he went to a ballgame … and that he didn’t want to “be involved” anymore.CRUSHED … I was.Ouch … I can still feel it … even though I am now happily married with 4 kids. A little part of me hopes he is miserable right now.Just sayin’. 🙂
>Well Lindsay, at least you’re listening to some damned fine “I just got dumped” music in Peter Gabriel. PG is indeed The Man for nearly any occasion, happy or sad. :)~Monica
>After coming out of a very bad 7 1/2 year relationship, I had no intentions of dating anytime soon. That was until I met G. We dated for 2 1/2 years. Had friends get married and we were the “next” in line to get engaged. At least that was my impression. We spent everyday together, his apartment was more for storing his stuff than for him to live in. For Christmas a year ago, he gave me a trip to NYC for Valentine’s. I was so excited to be going back and with the man that I loved. Everyone was thinking that this was it, I thought that he would propose at some point last year. We spent a wonderful weekend in the city, it snowed and we got stuck there. We kept telling each other how much we enjoyed traveling together. He even went as far as to make sure that we did something special for Valentine’s Day when we got back home. There was no proposal in NYC but I wasn’t that disappointed because I thought that it was just around the corner. We continued to have wonderful evenings together. We met up with his parents for dinner to show them the pictures of our trip. Two days later (three weeks after our trip) he called me from work and dumped me. He cried, came over but refused to take any of his stuff. We talked a few more times after that but there was no real explanation and he didn’t really want to talk about the relationship, more like stick his head in the sand hoping that I would just disappear. Eventually, after cleaning up his mess, going through everything at my place and returning everything to him I did disappear. To this day I could not tell you why he did what he did, it came as a shock to me and most of our friends. He did tell one friend before he dumped me and asked him to take care of all of his stuff. In hindsight, it was an okay relationship. He didn’t truly respect me and I was more than willing to keep my mouth shut instead of staying something when he did hurt my feelings. I learned a lot from the relationship but still am a little irritated that he just had to take me to NYC (my favorite city) and then dump me three weeks later. *I did end up going back to NYC this past winter, it was great and I am glad I didn’t let him ruin my memories of the city.