Few months back overheard my ex on the phone to her best friend saying how much she fancied her yoga teacher and how she was thinking of a way to break up with me. I guess that her mate suggested that she take a short hols with said yoga teacher and tell me when she got back
Wasnt until a few days later that I noticed a booking confirmation sticking out from under a pile of papers for a weekend trip to France. Albeit not actually a verbal confirmation of been dumped it wasnt until I waved it under her nose that she admitted that she had been seeing him for "ahem" extra after class lessons and that she didnt want to be with me.
I mean, really!!! couldnt she have had the balls or should I say fanny to tell me first and then go to her yoga retreat with him afterwards :fuckinghell: :kick:
Worst way to be dumped?
My story is a bit of a cross over between the two threads.
When I first left home at 17 I started seeing a lad a few years older than me and after a few months moved in with him. This lad was unemployed but insisted he really wanted a job. I was on a YT in a recruitment company at the time, so wrote him a fantastic CV, sent it to all the local emloyment agencies and all the local factory units. I then bought him trousers, a shirt and a jacket out of my YT allowance. Within a few weeks I had secured him a temp/perm position with a gas company working in the credit control department - it was a permenant position but employed through the agency. After about a fortnight he had went back to the agency asking to be removed because he was being picked on, which at the time I believed.
I then secured him a position assembling furniture in a factory. After a few weeks he began complaining it was too hard (aww poor bairn). He came off the phone from his mam one night and said that she had advised him to go to the Dr's complaining of a bad back, he could get signed off on the sick and eventually go onto incapacity benefit (this was when I found out that his whole family were claiming one benefit or another and were completely work shy). I hit the roof and told him in no uncertain terms, that there was nothing wrong with him and he could do an honest days work and contribute to society like everyone else. He continued to work for another couple of weeks then came home sick complaining of a bad back.
By then I realised that he was just a work shy lay about who had no intention of working. He was really lazy too and wouldn't help with housework even though I was working full time. He turned into a total slob too and it was a complete mission to persuade him to even have a bath.
I decided to leave him but because the flat was in joint names, if I upped and left and he decided not to pay the bills or rent, I would be liable. I spun some story about not being able to afford the rent together (I refused to claim benefits and was trying to make up his shortfall in housing benefit and pay all the bills out of my £35 a week YT allowance) so we would have to get a council flat where the rent would be fully paid. I then managed to persuade him that I didn't feel safe living in any of the areas where we had been offered to be placed by the council (there had been a lot of murders in the area at the time which I used to sway my argument), so he should take the flat and I would stay with a relative until he managed to get a swap to a better area. In the meantime I had found myself a council bedsit in a different town.
When it came to packing up to move he refused to help, claiming his back was too sore (yeah right, pull the other one it has bells on) and couldn't help me clean the flat either. So, as I packed up the boxes, I took everything I wanted and sealed them in boxes with my name on. I then packed him, 1 knife, 1 fork, 1 spoon, 1 plate, 1 cup and 1 bowl, along with a couple of items of heavy tat and all of his clothes in loads of boxes and sealed them up. He was too lazy to check the contents of any of the boxes.
When it came to actually moving out I gave him a false address and telephone number for the "relative" I was moving in with. I also told him that the phone wasn't working as it had been cut off by mistake so not to try and contact me for a few days..........then disappeared.
I just wish I had been a fly on the wall when he unpacked his belongings.
Les x
When I first left home at 17 I started seeing a lad a few years older than me and after a few months moved in with him. This lad was unemployed but insisted he really wanted a job. I was on a YT in a recruitment company at the time, so wrote him a fantastic CV, sent it to all the local emloyment agencies and all the local factory units. I then bought him trousers, a shirt and a jacket out of my YT allowance. Within a few weeks I had secured him a temp/perm position with a gas company working in the credit control department - it was a permenant position but employed through the agency. After about a fortnight he had went back to the agency asking to be removed because he was being picked on, which at the time I believed.
I then secured him a position assembling furniture in a factory. After a few weeks he began complaining it was too hard (aww poor bairn). He came off the phone from his mam one night and said that she had advised him to go to the Dr's complaining of a bad back, he could get signed off on the sick and eventually go onto incapacity benefit (this was when I found out that his whole family were claiming one benefit or another and were completely work shy). I hit the roof and told him in no uncertain terms, that there was nothing wrong with him and he could do an honest days work and contribute to society like everyone else. He continued to work for another couple of weeks then came home sick complaining of a bad back.
By then I realised that he was just a work shy lay about who had no intention of working. He was really lazy too and wouldn't help with housework even though I was working full time. He turned into a total slob too and it was a complete mission to persuade him to even have a bath.
I decided to leave him but because the flat was in joint names, if I upped and left and he decided not to pay the bills or rent, I would be liable. I spun some story about not being able to afford the rent together (I refused to claim benefits and was trying to make up his shortfall in housing benefit and pay all the bills out of my £35 a week YT allowance) so we would have to get a council flat where the rent would be fully paid. I then managed to persuade him that I didn't feel safe living in any of the areas where we had been offered to be placed by the council (there had been a lot of murders in the area at the time which I used to sway my argument), so he should take the flat and I would stay with a relative until he managed to get a swap to a better area. In the meantime I had found myself a council bedsit in a different town.
When it came to packing up to move he refused to help, claiming his back was too sore (yeah right, pull the other one it has bells on) and couldn't help me clean the flat either. So, as I packed up the boxes, I took everything I wanted and sealed them in boxes with my name on. I then packed him, 1 knife, 1 fork, 1 spoon, 1 plate, 1 cup and 1 bowl, along with a couple of items of heavy tat and all of his clothes in loads of boxes and sealed them up. He was too lazy to check the contents of any of the boxes.
When it came to actually moving out I gave him a false address and telephone number for the "relative" I was moving in with. I also told him that the phone wasn't working as it had been cut off by mistake so not to try and contact me for a few days..........then disappeared.
I just wish I had been a fly on the wall when he unpacked his belongings.
Les x
we were sitting quite comfortable in chat one night, clicking on cams (as you do) when we clicked one one guys cam who seemed to be having a telephone conversation and had obviously forgotton he had his sound on on the cam.
we sat and we listened, and lo and behold he was trying to
a) either dump his girlfriend or
b) get rid of his estranged wife (and i dont mean via a hitman)
its bad enuff being dumped in the first place (so people tell me lol) but to have it done on sh and on cam, well the humiliation lol. one thing i will say, he was very nice about it.
we have since looked for the nice SINGLE (so he claimed) guy in search but to no avail. he has gone off the fsce of sh, red faced no doubt
lesson to be learnt: always turn off yr bloody sound when answering the phone lol.
we sat and we listened, and lo and behold he was trying to
a) either dump his girlfriend or
b) get rid of his estranged wife (and i dont mean via a hitman)
its bad enuff being dumped in the first place (so people tell me lol) but to have it done on sh and on cam, well the humiliation lol. one thing i will say, he was very nice about it.
we have since looked for the nice SINGLE (so he claimed) guy in search but to no avail. he has gone off the fsce of sh, red faced no doubt
lesson to be learnt: always turn off yr bloody sound when answering the phone lol.
Master of Sex
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Is there a worse way to be dumped?
What about logging on and realising that your partner is now posting as elleanddee? :shock:
Orgasminator
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Inertesting twist but whats the "best" way to be dumpedat the end of the day ur still DUMPED
I recently broke up with my boyfriend (baby's dad). I wasn't intending to do so but we were on the phone and I told him about my swinging experiences of late and he got terribly upset. I, in turn, got upset and told him that he couldn't hold me down when he was not even able to guarantee me a happily ever after future. I had a lot of anger brewing up in me for so long that breaking up seemed the only possible solution. He got abusive on the phone at which point I put the phone down. Then he began ringing me incessantly until I got so fed up with it that I had to tell him that I had no desire to talk to him any more after what he had said. We did talk about it when we both calmed down eventually and I tried to explain to him my reasons for wanting to be free, not that it made much difference to the way he felt. He maintained that I was doing to him what my ex partner had done to me and then it dawned upon me that all relationships have a time limit and sooner or later one or the other party will say goodbye.
I couldn't go on living a life of pretending any more. I know that I used swinging as an excuse and I am not proud of it but he is the type who always needs a reason why and telling him that I didn't love him any more and I couldn't stand being with him would have be more devastating than pretending that I am in touch with my inner slut. :cry:
Ya know ya dumped:
1) When you see a message in a swingers forum (not this one) telling the whole world ya fella took erotic pics of a couple... an no, he didnt have sex with em!
2) When you find out in yet another swingers forum, via the couples profile that yes he did have sex with em... cos he's in the pic!!! :shock:
xanaisx
1) When you see a message in a swingers forum (not this one) telling the whole world ya fella took erotic pics of a couple... an no, he didnt have sex with em!
2) When you find out in yet another swingers forum, via the couples profile that yes he did have sex with em... cos he's in the pic!!! :shock:
xanaisx
Sex God
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I got dumped out of a chatroom once by a welsh bint
So did I by the chatroom itself
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