If you’re just not feeling Valentine’s Day this year, you’ll fall in love with this article: The Washingtonian has cobbled together a treasure trove of breakup stories that are by turns insane and relatively normal (but no less sucky). Here’s our favorite:
I deployed to Iraq for six months, and was there for my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I didn’t get a phone call from my boyfriend for any of those days but thought maybe he was just busy. (Oh, he was busy, all right.) Finally in February, when it was time for me to come home, he told me he couldn’t pick me up at the airport. I was livid but couldn’t wait to see him again to work things out. We weren’t living together, so I kept calling for a week after I got home. At that point I knew something was going on, but we had been in a relationship for a year and a half; he had all my stuff at his place. Eventually I got in touch with him—or rather, his new girlfriend. She broke up with me while he sat next to her; he’d never had the guts to do it himself. Loser.
Ouch. For the rest of the DC breakup stories, read the entire article here.
To wallow in even more heartbreak, check out the New York Times City Room’s 2011 collection of Valentine’s Day “date disasters” here.
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