Hmmm ... my most entertaining breakup (in retrospect) is when I let boyfriend #1 know we were over by showing up at the bar with boyfriend #2. Only #2 didn't know there was a #1. I hadn't quite got around to telling him yet. There was almost a fistfight - interesting since they were 6'6" and 6'4" respectively - but everyone came out intact and not bleeding. A day or two later a note gets shoved under my dorm room door by boyfriend #1 telling me what a beeotch I am. Very elementary school. I should have saved it because really? A college dude writing a bitter break up note is just tooooooo funny. But boyfriend #1 was an arsewipe, forgot my birthday and only hung around when he wanted "something." Boyfriend #2 worshipped the ground I walked on. Dated him for over a year, was engaged and everything, before I dumped him. But that's a whole other break up story ...

Alesia--

I do solemnly swear to have an extra piece of chocolate cake in your honor today. Just because I love you that much. (And I also love chocolate cake. But that's, you know, irrelevant here...)

The sacrifices I make for my fellow LCs!

I dated a guy for several years and really wanted to break it off with him, but his mom was dying and I didn't have the heart to do that to her. (his mom loved me) So I stayed with him...miserably...then his mom died. Well...I couldn't just up and break it off with him then! So I decided that I would give it a decent amount of time then suggest to him that we break up OR wait till one of the many times he would get upset and say "maybe we should split up" which I ignored previously because I knew he didn't really mean it. I was getting really disguested and tired of his drinking and other crap, so was anticipating his "breaking up with me" Well...I'll be damned, but he quit saying it!!! I couldn't really do it without feeling like a coldhearted b...uh...witch. Imagine, everytime he would get annoyed with me, I'd be sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation thinking..."say it dammit, say it!" with no luck. Finally, about 6 months later, he was getting disgusted with me (LOL I wouldn't go anywhere with him anymore or have sex either...I was in college and used the excuse I was too tired...which actually wasn't far from the truth) and he FINALLY said "maybe we should just split up" and I jumped on it in a heartbeat with a "Yes, you are probably right. I think we should split up too." Well...then he was trying to "take it back" but I finally had my chance and I took it!!!

Sadly, the man couldn't get it thru his head that we were split up and wouldn't date anyone else and seemed to think I was (well, he confirmed it later---nother story) just waiting to get back with him....and people somehow seem to think that women are the diehards! LOL That was the LONGEST I ever knew of someone actively trying to split up with someone. I guess if I had been more coldhearted I'd have left him 2 years before I did....sigh...

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LOL! And since I don't like chocolate very much (yes, I know that's strange) I ate some French cheese in your honor yesterday in Paris.

Don't really have a strange break up, more of a cold-hearted b-watch one.

Flat out told him I didn't love him anymore and that I wanted him to leave.

He didn't believe me, and tried to ignore it all the next day. Finally asked him when he planned to pack his shit and go.

OH yeah, and this is the father of my son.

Mother of the YEAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR here

This doesn't count, because it's not about me, but here goes.

My sister just broke up with her fiance last week. He's in Greece and she's in the states. She called me and asked if she should call him or send him an email. I said sending an email was bad (one step above a post-it note to me--did you ever see that episode of Sex in the City?) and she should talk to him. She planned on calling him the next day, but he called her that night and she told him then. He didn't take it too well and the worst part was that it was the day before he had his interview with the embassy (he was applying for US citizenship so that they could get married and live in the states). Turns out he still went to the interview and has been approved. Now my sister is worried he is going to show up at her front door one of these days.

I love my sister and I am very sympathetic to her situation, but I gotta say--I am so glad I am not her right now.

I've always been dumped, never done the deed myself. And I've heard everything from "I thought I loved you but I was wrong" to "I thought I loved you but I changed my mind". Same guy a few years apart so I only have myself to blame for the second one : ) But the worst one was the guy who broke up with me at our friend's funeral. Several of us were congregated on the stairs trying to figure out how we came to be there when he looked down from the top step and said, in front of our grieving friends, "I don't want to see you anymore. I need something better." I threw a drink in his face and walked out.

I made my parents take his ring back to him when they went to a Rolling Stones concert with him in St. Louis. I was four hours away, safely ensconced in my college apartment, refusing to answer my phone!

Teble, the gutless wonder

No spectacular break-ups for me but one time I let a boyfriend know that I would be going to a good friend's wedding with another guy since he wouldn't change his plans and that was the end of that.

I got my very first boyfriend when I was at a youth retreat in Oregon. Not sure how we even met--five days of fun and meetings and my mind was mush, so I have to blame it on that! Anyway. He lived in Michigan, I lived in California, seemed safe enough. I wrote him a couple of letters and he wrote me and I realized that we really had nothing in common and he was kind of a geek and just ewww. So I stopped writing to him. What the heck--we were like 15 years old and 2000 miles apart--what were the chances we would ever see each other again, right? WRONG! My cousin decided to get married and the whole family had to be there--she was older and this was a BIG DEAL (Dad's only sister's only daughter sort of thing). And guess where they all lived? Yep, Michigan. So stupid me writes and tells him I will be there--yeah, yeah, "absence makes the heart grow fonder" has some truth to it. Again, I am thinking this is no big deal--he lived in Holland, my uncle and aunt lived in Grand Rapids, no license, can't drive. Safe.

Sunday we go to church and guess who shows up at my uncle's church with a big stupid grin on his face?! ARGH! And I might have been ok with it except 1)he sat WAY too close during the service and 2) he put his arm around me outside afterwards and introduced me to his friends as "his girlfriend from California". No name to go with it, like I was a possession or something. That just ticked me off, to say the least!

So HE made plans to come over to my uncle's and since I had no idea how to deal with him I said ok--yeah, I'm a wimp, sue me.
Did I mention it was Christmas time? Yeah, it gets better. He BOUGHT ME A PRESENT. Oh crap. How do you split up with a boy at Christmas time who buys you jewelry? ID bracelet, all the rage with my age group. I felt horrible.

How did I break up with him, you ask? I made my COUSIN do it for me! She is a year younger than me and had actually had more experience with boys than I had. (Still does, as a matter of fact! *grin*) And let me tell you, she wasn't nice! She told him he was a geek and I didn't like him and to never, ever call me or write me again!!! How cruel was THAT? AND at Christmas--I still feel guilty! 20 years later. I should have been Jewish--I do guilt SO well! LOL

What's weird is I STILL get an "ewww-y" feeling when I think of him! How icky is that?! I think he was just a stalker-in-training.... LOL!

I didn't date another guy until I was living in Chicago and was out of college. And THAT wasn't a good experience either. I don't think I was cut out for the dating game! LOL!

Jen I can *almost* top you. I kissed my ex (husband) good bye, saw him off to work, went and met my mom and gave her the kids then went and signed the lease on my new condo. Called him at work to tell him I'd left. =) Best decission I ever made.

Congratulations on the book release, babe!

These are all GREAT!! I couldn't choose, so since there were 12, I rolled dice. It came out 6 and 11, so Christina (although you must share with your poor sister!!) and Cee Cee - please email me at alesia@alesiaholliday.com with your snail mail addy and your book will be on the way!

Holy Breakups Batman. Thanks so much Alesia!