It's never nice to end a relationship, whether you're on the receiving end or the one delivering the soul-crushing news, but just thank your lucky stars that your breakup didn't look like any of these.
Cheers, Reddit, for these:1. Say my name.
The woman that I was dating for two months found out that I had no idea of what her name was. We'd met at a party. We never went to her place so I couldn't check the mail. She ended up standing on a sidewalk in Denver screaming, "What is my name? What is my fucking name?" Awkward? Yeah, that reached the epitome of awkward breakup.
2. At least mutual!
"This conversation took place on the 5th of July at a Ruby's Diner in Southern California at 7:30 PM...
Me: So, today we've been together 3 months huh?
Me: What do you think...wanna shoot for 3 more?
Me: Yeah, I think I feel the same way..."
[Via]3. A Series Of Unfortunate Events
"One of my best friends introduced me to this girl. She seemed nice (sort of sugary sweet nice), and we started dating. After a couple of weeks, I was kissing her goodnight and think I went for a sly butt grab or something, she stopped and said 'No, that's naughty.'
This carried on every time I tried anything vaguely sexual. When it finally came to actually having sex (which was pretty dull), I only really saw her as a friend than anything, so it was pretty awkward.
She'd suggested going down to London for a weekend and I agreed. She booked trains and a hotel, and we went on a Friday night. We met up with my cousin who lives down there, and had a good time. We went back to our hotel, got in bed, and she wanted sex, but I didn't have condoms. She went a bit mad, saying that it was the guy's job to do that. We argued and then went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I broke up with her, and said I only saw her as a friend.
Cue FLOODS of tears. I didn't have a clue what to do. It was Saturday morning, and our train wasn't until the evening. So after about two hours of crying, I finally calmed her down. We were supposed to go out and meet her friends from college later that afternoon, but I found a bar and stayed in there all day.
Her mom and brother picked us up at the train station, and I got death stares all the way home. Plus, her mom kept saying, "Ahh it wasn't meant to be. You'll be great friends. You never know in the future."
Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, I'm in the bar with the friend who set us up. She tells me I'm a douchebag (understandable), and says it's much worse than I thought.
It turns out the girl had a boyfriend previously, and she had gone to London with him. He broke up with her in London, too—and I broke up with her on the same day and in the same hotel! Couldn't help but laugh..."
"Long story short, I went to prom with this girl. She told me she was going to the bathroom then she never came back, and I was unable to find her all night."
[Via]5. The Valentine's Day Massacre
"After several months of dating, I told this guy that I didn't want to see him anymore. I guess I wasn't firm enough, because I came home from work on Valentine's Day to find him waiting for me.
"[I live in a] small town, so don't lock my doors. So the guy scattered rose petals all over, cooked dinner, prepared my bath, and scattered that with more rose petals. There were rose petals on the bed, along with handcuffs and a blindfold.
"He was harmless, but he just really didn't get that I broke up with him. I led him out to the front porch where I spelled it out quite clearly. Then I started locking my doors."