50 People Share The Wildest, Pettiest, And Most Unexpected Breakups They’ve Ever Been Through

I broke up with my ex-wife because she cheated on me with some random guy she met at a sci-fi convention. She took off with him. She shaved half her head and dyed the other half purple. She started wearing a dog collar and joined the carnival with him. Thankfully, she and I did not have any children. I am not kidding. This really happened. Fast-forward 7 years. I am happily remarried to a wonderful woman. We have four children (two from her previous marriage), and we have never been happier.

She was in love with my best friend. And they were both in denial about it. They were engaged a month after we broke up.

They both told me nothing physical happened, and I believe them, but they hung out a lot (which was pretty normal because we were all friends in high school). I'm pretty sure they were already emotionally involved because she started to drift away (emotionally). They were both nice about it and asked if I'd be okay. I said yes because they seemed like they would be happy together, and I cared about them both. However, I don't hang out with them all that much, as nice as I try to be about it, because I still feel betrayed. I still talk to my best friend every once in a while, but it doesn't ever really get any deeper than the "what are you up to these days?" texts.

We had been dating for three years, constantly talked about getting married, and what our life would be like. He went back into the military and wouldn’t commit to having a long-distance relationship with me. Because it would be “way too distracting when he’s in the field and I pop up on his mind,” and he didn’t want to commit to a relationship while in the army. So we broke it off.

The real kicker is that a couple of months after being away in another state, he started dating a new girl who apparently lives in the same state as me. So...

He was obsessed with making me look/speak better. He would control my food intake and make me exercise every day. Whenever I was out with him, I had to wear heels, dress well, and he would point out what other girls were wearing and that I should try on. Putting on makeup is a must, even when I'm on a plane. I wasn't allowed to speak other language aside from English, and was not allowed to watch dramas that are trash to him.

My last straw was him asking me to consider getting a [plastic surgery] when I lost so much weight from all the exercise/controlled diet. I realized I cannot live this way anymore, and he will never be satisfied ever. Even though I still love him but I was mentally drained and constantly felt that I was ugly and unworthy.

I was engaged to a guy I'd dated for 3 years and was planning a destination wedding. He cheated with a mutual friend one night. His mom (who he lived with while we were apartment hunting) accidentally walked in on them in the middle of it while letting the dogs out. He didn't know his mom had seen, but his mom called me and told me what happened. He denied it when I confronted him, which made it worse. Called off the wedding and broke up.

Weirdly enough, he got married about 5 years later to someone else in the exact same destination wedding location/venue/package/colors I had always dreamed of and planned out for us. He must have kept my planning binder and just reused it or something.

He sent me a list of reasons why he couldn't be with me as a Word document over Facebook Messenger. All the reasons were about him.

She got into a car with 2 men she met at a bar on a whim and drove 300 miles with them to a party city. Later, she bragged to me about how adventurous she was. I'm glad she was ok, but I knew at that moment that she wasn't right for me.

She started making out with another dude while we were at a party, all sitting on the same couch. That deflates the romance pretty quickly.

Girlfriend of 5 years wanted to move into a new house on the nicer side of town. We looked and looked and found a place nearly twice as expensive but in our price range. The day we got the keys, I went to work for the day, got off work, and all her stuff was gone. She said things weren’t working out and moved back home with her parents (we were only 23/23). Also, she never sent me a penny for rent that year after the breakup. Fun year that was.

I got a new haircut (I used to always have my hair long and cut it quite short this time), and this girl I was seeing told me she didn't like it and that she didn't find me attractive anymore. In my desperate teenage self, I tried to tell her it was just a haircut and that it would grow back in no time. But she was having none of it; she dumped me right there.