We broke up because you deserve someone who knows what they want and, incidentally, so do I.
Someone who knows what they want is like someone who knows how to tame a tiger. It’s much more interesting it they’re wrong.
We broke up because i refused to call him daddy. He said all his previous girlfriends called him that and it was considered a norm. Unfortunately, i don’t think calling a man daddy is normal!
I live with someone who calls me “Daddy.” I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was “normal,” but his second-grade teacher finds him meeting expectations.
We broke up because it became more about lust than love. And he thought it was acceptable to flirt with other women because he always came back to me in the end. What a pillock.
I had to look up the term “pillock,” and learned it comes from the Scandinavian, meaning “penis.” I offer this because it may be of interest.
My boyfriend used to write me weird cryptic German love notes. I used to tell him: “I don’t know German. I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.” And he’d say: “You don’t need to know German, you just need to know Love.” I thought that sentiment was maudlin and impractical, so we broke up.
Eine Trennung ist wie das Lesen Deutsch: viele schwierigeSilben füllen dein Gehirn und Mund.
I’m a straight-A student, never done drugs, I have an amazing sense of humor, we have a lot in common, we are the same age, and she helped me find Jesus. Her parents still managed to convince her that she could do better. The person she’s with now has a D+ average, has a history of violence, drug use is questionable, and is a few years older … but “he’s a total sweetheart.”
As they said to Jesus, your day will come.
I realized that we were breaking up when I saw Her wearing His oversized watch. That was my cute little thing, and it really bothered me. Then I looked closer and realized that she was pregnant, and it was all over.
Please read packaging more carefully. Watches are not what one wears to prevent pregnancy.
He reappeared after completely disappearing for weeks and not only used the ultra-religious group he’d just joined as a justification for repeatedly cheating on me, but he was wearing a really ugly jacket. At the time I was basically desperate enough to overlook everything, so it was the ugly jacket that got through to me.
Give him a break. The Pope is required to wear that outfit.
In a downpour, you turned to me and said, “I don’t really think this umbrella was made for two.”
“No,” I said. And you let me walk through the drenching rain across campus.
I don’t really this relationship was made for two either. That’s why we broke up.
Relationships are like umbrellas - too many of them are made cheaply and fall apart when the first cloud appears.