share your stories about the person who broke your heart

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I'll start (I have 2 of them):
1. Tony (not his real name) was my best friend at high school. We would talk about everything. He had a calm temper and a positive outlook on things, which was at a sharp contrast to my short temper and chronic pessimism. I loved the way he always looked at me with the deepest compassion (I deluded myself into thinking that he loved me). He was very smart, and read a lot of books. Then he returned to his country, without even saying goodbye to me. Pathetic as it was, I found his email address and wrote to him. He even wrote back, but after a week of exchanging emails, he stopped responding, which broke my heart. It was painful to realize that he didn't care a bit for me while I loved him; it was even more painful to lose a friendship.
2. Josh (not his real name) was the first guy I met in college who did not try to date me, or have sex with me, or propose marriage to me. He was the first guy I met who was my purely platonic friend. He was very smart, funny, and creative. It was always very easy to talk to him--no awkward silence whatsoever. I liked his calm temper, and how he would always find a solution in a seemingly hopeless situation. I am not sure when I fell in love with him. It was a gradual process. I think this is the first real love in my life, because I love him truly as a human being--not as some stupid fantasy of mine about who I want him to be. Well, he graduated. I thought we would get together before graduation for dinner or something, but that didn't happen. Sometimes I chat with him online, which doesn't happen very often. Obviously he doesn't care two cents for me, which is depressing.

Oh well. Falling in love with smart guys who don't give a crap about me seems to be my fate. People, please share your stories about who broke your heart so that I don't feel so alone.

I have been in two relationships, but only my first one broke my heart.

Her name was Claudia. I met her in high school, I was 17 and she was 16. She would hold my hand and was very affectionate. But that summer (1997), she suddenly tried to trick me into doing things that were illegal, like drive my parents' car without a license. She promised to go to the senior prom with me, but in reality, she went with someone else. When I graduated from high school in 1998, I gave her my phone number so we could keep in touch (she wouldn't give me hers, and she still had another year of high school to go).

She never called me. I started college in August of 1998. Suddenly, on January 2, 1999, shortly after my 19th birthday, I went with my family to see a movie. I had to go to the restroom, and when I got out, I saw Claudia with another guy at the snack bar. She had been cheating on me. My worst fears had come true. For about a year, I could not hear that name on TV or the radio without having a meltdown. I found out that the guy she had been cheating on me with was in a gang, and that she was going out with him only because of his car.

Because of Claudia, NTs very rarely enter my dating pool.

Tim

Too many to recount.

How many heart breaks? Im with calandale on that one.
Sometimes I wish I was burdened with ugliness so no one would make the mistake that I would be up to their standards, would save me a lot of pain.

I dunno, I dont know what to think anymore..
I cant believe how obsessive Im being about this, I dont know why its something I just have to be SO sensitive about.. You would think someone sent me to prison for 50 years and sent me to my death or something, via torture. Thats a bit unreasonable dont you think? Well, I really appreciate my looks a lot and Im glad in a way that others do too, but my point was that I cant even handle the pain that goes along with it.. Im really torturing myself this way, Im too sensitive for life but not ready for death.. I dont know why I keep thinking that Ill ever have a chance in the world.. But thats just me I guess. At the same time I still feel very hopeless.. Im so confused..

I've only been in one "relationship" and I actually broke her heart.

I've attempted to start a couple of relationships, where I've grown attatched to someone before they rejected me.

Both were painful and confusing, because on the surface it appears we should be great together. But the standard... "I just don't feel about you that way" stuff happens and I'm back at square one.

Just the basic nice guy's lament.

The more painful experience happened in High School with a girl named Rebeca. I worked with her, liked her from afar, got up the gumption to talk and become friends, and find out we have much in common (religiously and personality wise).

Never feeling anything like this before (or at least with someone I actually was comfortable talking to) I asked her out to a school dance. She turned me down, stating problems with her Mom... not allowing her to date... bah...

I notice her on the way out of a restaurant with a guy the night of the dance.

Well much later, I sign up for EHarmony and we actually get matched on the site. I'm thinking great we were meant to be together... websites tell us so.

Turns out she has a kid, I think from the very same guy she was at the restaurant with. The father's a real deadbeat too...

I run over in my head just if I can go with her considering she has a kid. I come to the conclusion that I can be with her, I'm not going to reject her.

Well turns out all my mental ruminating was for not, it was not in my cards to be rejecting her... she rejected me. She just doesn't see me in that way... future dead beat fathers do... I guess...

I still see her on dating sites... still searching for love. She could have found it with me, but she had to reject me. I still have considerations that after years of searching in vain she will mature and be able to see me "in that way."

But it's all a pipe dream for when I'm at my most lonely.

Mine is really dumb...

I had just moved out on my own at 22 and I had ended a 6 year relationship with the guitar player of my band...(i started young)

Um...I went to work at this dumb telemarketing job and on my first day there, in walks this loud, short, silly bespectacled, big nose guy in an "army" shirt..He takes off his stocking cap to reveal this head full of dark algae green hair. He is very hyperactive and all over the place...I didn't really talk to him, but when I leave, he follows me to the elevator and tells me that our bands played together years ago...

Anywhoo...the next day i find a note in my folder addressed "For a goddess"....so my first thought was that I must have grabbed the wrong folder....my second thought was "Who would give this thing to me...? On the outside of the note I wrote "sorry, but you probably wouldn't like me much once you got to know me"

I forgot what happened after that.....
I was on the day shift and he was on the night shift....

Inevitably we started dating...i was completely smitten...and completely naieve to what a shifty sleazy scumbag he was......everything about him simply glowed to me even though most of my acquaintances...um....expressed their reservations.....Anywhoo...meanwhile I met his friends who thought i was totally weird and simply dissapproved altogether...they were these snooty upper-middle class bohemian types...blah blah blah....and then...somehow in the course of the relationship...I went through this horrible emotional meltdown...and if that didn't cause him to dump me after 3 months....it could have been anyone of a number of other things...

Anywhoo....we remained friends....but it really warped my mind...I was completely fixated on him for years....It made me really crazy.... In all it took me 5 years to get over him...and he ended up using me alot....because he would occasionally briefly date me and then dump me again...I was such a slobbering fool....

that's the short version of the story.

There have been times when I've had my heart broken quite stupidly... quite embarrassing because they were people I weren't really in with a shot with...

I have had my heart broken with a good cause on 2 occasions... although the first one I really should've got over better... thing is that was my first relationship I guess I was naive and soft... 2006 it was. As for the second one well... that was nasty.
I think I took it relatively well but bejesus... it was a horrible feeling. The one I hate, my former ex... lol I deleted her from my life.

It was nasty... she was nasty... :/

she had an abortion for her birthday. i didnt get to know until later, by witch time she had moved on to f*****g the shop manager.
b***h.

#1 First love, his mom thought I was weird....he stopped answering my calls.

#2 Mild-mannered psycho nut-case...he would be sweet then suddenly start screaming at me (usually on long car rides when there was no means of escape, all the while he would drive like a nut during the whole thing)...usually for something I said or did earlier that to him "wasn't right"....basically I stopped saying anything after awhile and ran before he ended up killing me.

#3 He was divorced with a son who was 1 at the time, we got along great, his son adored me. He cheated with anything that gave him the time of day. I waited for him to pick me up after we had spent a previous evening planning the day together...he never came, and he never answered my calls. My mom finally told me she had run into him that morning with someone else hanging all over him...she was hoping he would tell me instead of her having to.

#4 Soul mate...or so I really thought. I fell hard. Bought him expensive gifts, gold chains, diamond pinky ring, watches, that he kept losing... I later found out he sold them for his coke problem that he kept so well-hidden even his best friends and family didn't have a clue about...until he crashed and ended up calling me from rehab.

#5 Marriage from he$$...similar story as #3 with a healthy helping of verbal abuse, after a weekend of drinking...ended finding him and one of his employees having a sleepover in the living room...later he told me he has been seeing someone else (not the sleepover buddy) for quite some time, the sleepover was just a ploy to see if I would totally lose it.

Well hope that makes you feel less alone. Basically I've given up on men...cats are so much easier to live with.

I couldn't agree with you more...

the autographed card that i could never afford,

ahem.

Once uppon a time i went to the lovely card shop, i walked in and like a beam of light from heaven shown on a pirticular autographed sportscard. now this wasnt any autographed card, oh no. it was a 2001 albert pujols rookie! asking price? too much. love is expencive this i know, so i had to settle for a little less love and a missing autograph

i was totally depressed for like two weeks man!

The numbers are in chronological order of how the events happened in real life, but I'm taking them out of order to put the more serious ones at the end...

Anyway:
#2: A girl asked me out in sophomore year of High school, and then three seconds later said nevermind... If I consider it a technicality, then yes that means I have actually had a girlfriend, albeit for only three seconds...

#5: There was a girl in the college I'm going to. I was, to say the least, slightly interested in her, but then she dropped the boyfriend
line and that was that. No real feelings developed over that one, so I put that behind me quickly.

#3: I was actually dealing the heartbreak for this one, although it was all very shallow and I didn't really want to get involved anyway. There were these girl in my HS biology class that was always hitting on me. I knew that she was (I had enough knowledge of subtlety by this time to understand such things), but I knew she was only doing it because I actually knew the course material. Anyway, the day before valentines day she asks me to be her valentine and get her flowers and all that related valentines day stuff. I'm like "Why do you want me to get you flowers" and she responds with more hitting on me. Anyway, this continues for about 15 minutes until I'm like "Fine, I'll get you flowers." Now what she didn't know is that i'm afraid of flowers (more an extension of my fear of bees, but I'm still afraid of flowers), and that I utterly DESPISE valentine's day (and have done so for the past 6 years as of now...) Anyway, the next day shes like "where's my flower" and I go all as*hole on her delibrately just to get her to stop annoying me. After that, she hooked up with a football player the next day, so in retrospect, I probably would not have wanted to go out with her, since a relationship with her wouldn't have lasted anyway...

#4: I was doing an acting stint 2 summers back, and my character had a wife in the show. I started hanging around the person playing the wife of my character, if only to provide a more convincing performance in the show. By the time the actual performances were underway, I had developed a deep attraction for her (the only person after #1 shown below that I ever had genuine feelings for), but I just couldn't bring myself to say it. And then the show ended, and I never saw her again...

And that brings me to the big one...
#1: I was about 14, and there was this girl that I had been hanging out with for like a year... I had no practical experience with women at this point (although, suffice it to say, I have little more now than I did then...) Anyway, I finally got the nerve to ask her out. At this point in my life, this was the only girl I had ever had real feelings for. And she just brushed me aside, almost not paying attention to me. Having never dealt with heartbreak before, I slipped into a masive depression for 3 years. I ended up developing suicidal thoughts all the time (although I never carried them out, obviously), assaulted people at school that even looked at me funny, and pretty much blowing off any other advances (in retrospect, some of them were sincere) made by other women in High school owing to some naive thought that she would eventually change her mind (#2 and #3 happened during this depression). The worst part was, she was still around. She was a member of the same church I was (which is where I met her actually), which meant she was still very much around in my life, which only served to worsen the situation. The thing that finally shook her from my mind was a rather charged political debate, where we found out that our political opinions on just about everything are polar opposites. I don't think there has ever been a single event that rapidly switched a person's opinion of another person from extreme love to extreme hate. She still dwelled in my mind for a month or so after that, but diminished and I eventually was able to move on with my life after that... One of the weirdest things, though, is that she's still around from time to time, and our interactions are, well, weird to say the least. I don't hate her anymore (the depression I was mentioning earlier was what made me a political activist for some time), but its like that awkward memory you share with someone, just one that spans 3 years...

PS: She's also the reason I hate valentine's day so much...