| aparajita | he destroyed my ability to ever trust completely again. for a while i even let him have the core and essence of me. got that back now... hoping maybe the other will follow someday. maybe. |
| B.K. | In the summer before the eleventh grade I fell in love with a geeky looking guy that I told to get contacts and dress a little differently. Well he did and came back to school looking like a movie star. You can guess the rest, the girls went ga ga and he broke it off with me. It hurt something awful. He came back in six months but it was too late. I had outgrown high school boys and was dating college guys with fast cars. bk (true story) |
| darwin | i was dating someone who just couldn't commit. he even hated to hold hands in public, lest we look like a couple. i made him dinner for his birthday, over which he fell asleep. then in the morning when he woke up he broke up with me. he wanted to sleep with his ex girlfriend. |
| chris | That's an easy one. It had to be Katie T------, my sixth grade crush and California blonde newly-arrived in New York. My best friend and I both had a thing for her - and she knew it - so she proceeded to toy with our emotions for the better part of that school year. We didn't stay best friends for very long. I suspect she was fully aware of what she was doing, which in retrospect makes it all the more hurtful. For some reason I was fascinated by sadistic girls back then. |
| ladyinwaiting | I fell in love within a year of my divorce. We dated for 3 years and he could never commit. He told me I would never trust again before he was finished with me. Those words haunted me for years after we parted. I was the one to call it quits and put him out of my car and made him walk home in the rain. He was engaged within 3 months. Then mental damage lasted much longer than the love. I still write about him at times, but the pain is long gone and his marriage lasted less time than we dated and he has since been through another wife. We are still friends and he did ask me out again after 13 years. I had to smile as I was thinking 'sweet revenge' but I said NO thank you I remember when. |
| Chances | Me. I have hurt myself more than anyone else would ever want to hurt me. Although having expectations is a good way to let other people hurt you - but I still think that comes under the heading of hurting yourself. |
| mosh | Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit. Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering, Love proceeds like a millstone, hard surfaced and straightforward. Having died of self-interest, she risks everything and asks for nothing. Love gambles away every gift God bestows. Without cause God gave us Being; without cause, give it back again. |
| Chances | ^ If writings are not your own work, please attribute authorship. Written by Rumi 1207 - 1273 |
| lonesome_day01 | my ex i suppose...she chose drink over her family...i'm not sure i ever really loved her, but it hurt nonetheless. It hurt me because of my children and i'll never forgive her for that |
| blakey | We built what I thought was lifetime relationship based on solid friendship. As our time together increased, we became closer and exchanged secret vows of being together forever – not at the present time, but in the future. Then after 5 years of not knowing where one of us began and the other one ended, she broke all contact – not even a goodbye. It wasn’t until many months later that I ran into her, all the while still trying to establish communication, and found out that, as she put it “was in a very good place in her life” and hoped I would find the same happiness. Her happiness happened to be with an associate of mine whom I had known for almost 17 years and, at one time, been described by her as anything but a potential partner. Love may be blind, but it also has a cruel streak. |
| ~Harem~ | He was my High School Sweetheart. The kindest, most loving person I knew. He taught me how to open up and express myself. He was my best friend. He was the first man that I ever made love to. We dated for three years before we married. I thought I knew him. We were married for 11 years and had four children together. I felt sorry for all the unhappy people in the world. I felt almost guilty for being so happily married to the most wonderful man in the world. Then one day, he told me that he didn't love me anymore. He told me that he never loved me, not even when he married me. He told me that he cheated on me, the night of our wedding day (when I thought he was at an all night bar, because he was having trouble sleeping). He told me that our waitress had slipped him her phone number. He told me that he had been cheating on me the entire eleven years that we were married and even before that, while we were dating. He told me that he had been having an affair with my sister, three of my closest friends, with two of our neighbors, with his secretary at work, with women near his job, and with the wives of some of his friends. He told me that he had affairs with some of our teenage babysitters, and with women he picked up at bars. I had to stop him, because I began to feel the food in my stomach - beginning to surface. ENOUGH, ENOUGH .... I didn't want to hear anymore - That Was Quite Enough. I was amazed that I never even surmised. I never had a clue. I trusted him completely, always. That night, he packed his things, and moved out. He stopped as he walked down the hallway, to tell me that he was sorry that it didn't work out. He made me feel like we had just been bowling partners, and our mixed doubles team was over - end of season or something like that. It was so easy for him to just walk out. Just like that. He stopped to say goodbye to the children, two boys and two girls, 9,5,3,2. And then he was gone. A week later, he came by the house on the Harley motorcycle that I bought him (saved my pocket change for years to get). He had one of his girlfriends on the back, and she was wearing my helmet. She needed to use the bathroom, and after they left, I found that all my good jewelry was missing from my jewelry box. I could go one - because the story doesn't end here, but I think you get the picture. It doesn't hurt anymore - as long as I don't dwell on it - or write stories like this one. ~Harem~ `` |
| lilla | Myself. For the clumsiness. The carelessness. The stubbornness. The persistence. The lingering. The wanting. My own misgivings. The filthy thoughts. The long wait. That procrastination. This leaving. |
| Kirk | Sometimes hot, sometimes cold is the most painful thing in romance. But I don't think she did it on purpose. |
| softreign | |
| softreign | I can't say he hurt me the most, but I can say he hurt me the deepest....my son's father. We were together 6 years. When my friends or family ask what went wrong, my answer is simple, he neglected me. If I were his child instead of his lover he most certainly would have been in jail. He raped me of my self esteem, my selfworth, and my sense of humor. I became the opposite of him in everyway. So much that I didn't know myself in the end. I, unknowingly created the balance for his recklessness, by losing my own self. Thankfully he did leave me with one blessed gift, my son. With his birth I became strong. My life changed in so many ways. Not only was it the birth of a new life, it was the rebirth of me. I could linger in the dissappointment accumulated in 6 years with his father, but instead I dwell in the love my son creates each day. This love is far greater than any I have ever known and no man's love will ever surpass it. |
| i'm just him | She let someone in a place I thought I shared alone. It was a long distance thing, but still nothing has pierced my heart as much and I promise nothing else ever will (My Threat to Love) ~i'm just him~ tru story |
| Misti | Richard Simmons. He snatched the sprinkled donut right out of my hand, the bastard. |
| twisted_lie | Hhhmmm let's see..well he was the kind of guy that every girl would dream of..Romatic,sensitive,funny..blah blah blah..well these guys dont exist,coz the fact is that they'll always be the ones to break your heart,i'd rather go out with a jerk,at least I know what his real face looks like,guys suck! |
| Cryingshame58 | that's too painful to remember... |
| abogadalbny | Back in the early '90's in Northeastern Ohio, I dated a guy who looked like Axl Rose (well, sort of!) I remember thinking he was totally hot, because he had long hair and just turned 21--old enough to buy beer! He was my first kiss and my first inspiration for hot poetry. I showed up unannounced at his house one afternoon and found him kissing another girl from the neighborhood. Ah--true, young heartbreak! Ya never forget it! Even now, I still sigh and turn up "November Rain" LMAO!!! |
| Sarah143 | I was hurt the most recently by my husband, when he chose to confide in and love another woman, it hurt so bad that I still can barely breathe. |
| Jon | Me; not being able to let go, not loving/trusting enough or too much, countless other things. I really don't tend to blame the object of my affection, because, in the end, it was my choice to be hurt. |