One day she randomly decided to visit my home when I was living with my dad. She was like my very first real girlfriend and real ex. But she was also one of those people who couldn’t decide for herself as to whether she was done with anyone or not completely. But I was open to chances at the time.

Anyways, she randomly came to my home, with her dad parked on the other side of the driveway. There was no violence or anything, I think we were a bit of time removed from our breakup so we allowed things to let time and whatnot decide itself. My dad was gone for however long and I knew he didn’t like the idea of any visitors coming over and didn’t seem keen on me having relationships (for some reason).

So we are talking, I’m trying to understand her and why she came over. Over the period of an half hour though, we’d be upstairs and I noticed she has tried multiple times into seducing me into fucking her. Rubbing her ass against my thigh, allowing me to grope her and everything. For all I knew, she was just tempting me to come back to her and we can restart whatever flinging and whatnot our relationship had going. After all of that, I had to remind her that my dad was out and could come back any moment, additionally I was thinking about her father too as to what the hell he’s probably thinking being here in this random ass encounter. Not like I knew him well.

She took the hint and finally decided to leave, before leaving me with something to think about and to talk sometime. Quite frankly, I still feel like this was a bullet dodged because I think she was trying to seduce me to fuck her in my home, to get some blackmail on me. Because we never got back together after this, we never had anything close to this again either. On the other hand, if I had a vasectomy and know I’d never get anyone pregnant, I probably would’ve caved into having sex with her. But then again I knew her well enough that even if that was the case, she’d probably scream rape.

Long ago now - ex but in the same friend group so we ended up going back to her place one night. It was all nice until we had an argument, she kicked me out but KEPT MY CAR KEYS.

I ended up walking many Kms (this was before everyone owned a cell phone) to a mutual friends house, eventually they managed to convince her to give the keys back. Apparently it was all my fault.

Well I won’t even bother writing an answer because that wins by default. Holy shit.

Lazy ass hobosexeual played the part of a caring partner for 2 years. He was in someone else’s bed whenever I wasn’t home at night, I worked the night shift so that was pretty much every night. I was constantly exhausted after working 12-14 hour shifts all the time, so I asked him to get a job or do anything to bring money in. He didn’t want to so he found some lady who made more than me to take his lazy ass in. I (sadly) begged him to stay and kept in touch.

One day, he came over to help me fix my brakes and tried to kiss me. I turned my check because fuck that noise. He had the BIGGEST crocodile tears I’ve ever seen in someone over the age of 5. Told me that he still loved me, just wanted to feel like I wanted him there (me begging wasn’t enough I guess), said he didn’t love her, she had “gross fake tits”, said he only cared about her money and her boat he was living on, said he had to sleep in his car when HE left because he had nowhere to go, blah blah blah. I told him to leave and then I found her on Facebook. I told her everything he had just told me. That dumbass still went on to marry his lazy ass and he still doesn’t work.

That’s ok though, my current partner of 10+ years is a massive improvement. He’s not an alcoholic and he has a job, so I won that one 😁

Also. Fuck you Levi.

Right at the very end of college, I had a casual dating thing that was artificially extended by covid - he lost his job and ended up moving in to my studio, I lost all my in-person classes and hobbies - and we spent entirely too much time together for two people with so little in common. About a month before graduation, I had a big think about my future, realized this wasn’t the guy I was meant to marry, and ended things. I spoke with my ex once or twice right after the breakup, and he seemed to be taking it well. He said he saw it as an opportunity to make some life changes of his own, and he thought it would be good for him in the long run. Good, thats exactly what I’d hoped for.

Well, a few weeks later, after two months of no contact, he started sending me 10 minute voice messages where he was just weeping and begging for me back. I tried to send some supportive replies to my ex, but I kept it brief to not lead him on. Fast forward a few months. When we’d been together, my ex and I had traded laptops. My old laptop, which he still had, still had my old pictures on it. I contacted him and asked for my old laptop back, even temporarily, to get my pictures.

Well. He was furious. He said I had some nerve to ask him for anything after mistreating him in the relationship (???) and in the breakup (???). He said he could not consider doing me any favors until he got a real apology. Sigh. I apologized. Not good enough. I apologized harder. Nope, not good enough. Ugh, fine. I groveled. Finally satisfied, he announced that he would give me the laptop … over a romantic candlelit dinner.

I was able to make up some excuse about a work trip, get him to give the laptop to my friend, and then cancel dinner (which lead to more sobbing over voice notes). But wow, the nerve!

These are interesting to me, I never got a chance to experience this stuff myself. I have only 1 ex and it was from a relatively short relationship in high school, I got married to the second girl I ever dated and we’re still married decades later.

That first girl did cheat on me, so that sucked, but we never spoke again and I have no idea where she even is at this point.

My ex wife contacted me last year claiming she found out she had syphillis and had it the whole time we were married. I got checked, was fine, and started wondering if she was just trying to fuck with me.

My mentally ill ex husband, who kept a heroin and serial cheating habit quiet for over a year before I put the pieces together and kicked him out, created a website to make it look like he’d started a successful company and sent it to my friends and family members asking them to forward it to me since I had successfully blocked any form of direct contact with me.

It was pretty sad. You could tell that it was hastily thrown together, probably while he was high/manic. It also resulted in a large chunk of the people he initially sent it to blocking him as well, which likely increased his isolation etc.

Word to the wise, friends, you cannot save people from themselves, no matter how much you want to or how hard you try. Not everyone with mental illness and/or addiction issues will treat you badly, but, if they are not actively pursuing help on their own, there’s not much to be done. Life is short, don’t set yourself on fire to keep someone else warm.

My girlfriend in college, who was really my first real love. I move to a bigger city for a job, we get engaged and make plans for her to move to the city then… She just ghosts me.

She calls me at work out of the blue two years later. Turned out she met some guy with a nicer car than me… However, apparently having a nice car does not equate to being treated well… Which I did treat her well.

When she called me, I was in the middle of job burn out, almost no social life and just really not in the mood for bullshit. So no, we never got back together and I’m glad.

Divorced over a decade, no contact since. My ex and I were in a stupid cult when we married, and apparently he still is. They don’t allow remarriage unless one partner has “committed adultery.” He wrote saying he sees online that I’m living with another dude, but can I confirm whether or not I’ve had sex?

I ignored it.

One of my exes once sent me a Facebook friendship request more than 10 years after we’d split up. I’m still traumatised.

A woman I lived with for nearly 10 years fell under her fundamentalist family’s influence, and went off the deep end. We split up, and a few months later I get a call.

Now, first I have to tell you, the closest thing to a swear word they allowed themselves was “man.” So she calls me (she and her pre-existing kids were living there by now) and tells me that she and I were “married in gawd’s sight” which meant I needed to start sending her money. Well, you can imagine my response. And when she shouted behind her “he ain’t going to do it,” I heard her father scream “MAN!” Made my day, it did.

Booty call over PlayStation network DMs

I’ve only had amicable breakups (37, male, single), except for this one: when I was still figuring things out in eighth grade, a girl that I had broken up with threatened to pour coke on me - which she was holding in her hand - which made me miss a final exam and the teacher wouldn’t have it so I failed the class. Dafuq.

Just realized your question was about exes trying to come back to our lives. Never mind.

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