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that you put up with and you're not sure why
My long term ex used to shout positivity! every morning.
He was a right posh hippie twat.
he sounds hilarious
just in case
and similar rubbish.
Got my own back once by making him sit through an entire series of Jonathan Meades.
I think you got the better deal there. Apart from the Jeremy Kyle bit, that's just out of order.
I think the thing that annoyed me most is that I'd be expected to sit through all this shit, but if I wanted to watch the football or rugby I'd have to go to the bedroom to watch it on the telly in there (or go to the pub, which admittedly I didn't mind so much).
she might as well have posted 'the keys under the mat'.
used to insult me all the time.
I mean, we would barely have a proper conversation... it was just him insulting me/making fun of me all the time and me responding by half-heartedly insulting him back or just going quiet and saying nothing.
Then he'd ask what was wrong and if I told him I was sick of him insulting me, he'd just say "God, you're SO serious!"
He also liked to take digs at my dad (who's unemployed and claims incapacity benefits for his various health ailments).
When I was living at home I helped my dad out by paying digs money (not an extortionate amount but more than any of my friends paid their parents). My ex used to say he would NEVER pay his dad any money like that and blah blah blah, my dad should get a job.
Really wasn't his place and made me VERY angry to hear especially as he had all his stuff bought for him, paid no digs and talked to his mother like a spoiled brat.
Anyway, he was a prick.
after finishing her drink. Ugh.
Really good at manipulating people, and incredibly vindictive when things didn't go exactly how she had planned. Had/has a genuine need to create situations, for attention or control or whatever.
Completely devoid of emotion underneath it all though. Proper stone cold weirdo of the sort you usually see on ITV detective dramas.
oh God, we had so many arguments because we didn't mesh and about 99% of the things he did really ground my gears.
-he used to sing (badly) all the time and acted like he was great at it
-he would always interrupt me when I was talking, properly steamrolling over whatever I said as if what he had to say was too damn important to wait. Eventually when he did this too many times, I just stopped trying to finish my sentences if he'd interrupted me and just say "you'll never know what I was going to say now because you wouldn't let me TALK"
-he used to give me sad puppy-dog looks when we argued/he was upset. I have a heart of stone, this shit doesn't work with me and just makes me more angry
-he guilt tripped me into meeting his brother when I already had other plans (and didn't really want to meet him - we didn't have a good relationship so meeting family just seemed like a weird and awkward idea) and then proceeded to ignore me for the whole day (interrupting me etc) so when we went into the place my flatmate worked, I stood and chatted to her while the rest of them walked off and left me so I didn't bother joining them as they were ignoring me anyway.
They ended up leaving and we said goodbye - the next time I saw my ex he said his sister had phoned him up and shouted down the phone about how rude I had been.
The arguments we had could fill a book and were all SO ridiculous. This was the same guy that I had the "sausage sandwich" fight with
All my exes were lovely
When I pointed out she hadn't cleaned either bathroom during an entire twelve month tenancy, she accused me of "being picky".
as there's no way to properly summarise this shit.
We'd been arguing on and off about all these different things for months then going through "ok" periods, only to end up arguing again and bringing up all our old arguments.
One day my ex was coming round to mine so he picked me up from work and we started walking back to mine and he says "I have something to tell you, but I won't tell you until we're back at yours."
I go "Can't you just tell me now?", he goes "No." I go "????" and carry on.
So, we get back to mine and I'm a bit nervous wondering what he wants to talk about and I don't REALLY want to broach the subject but I do.
I ask him what he wanted to tell me and he says "I've been offered a job in China"
I go "Ok....", how do I react? A job? In CHINA? He only worked 8 hours a week (over 2 days) and it was basically a job cleaning glasses....hardly the most responsible job in the world and he seemed happy being lazy and skint all the time so why would he uproot to another country for a job?
He asks what I would 'feel' about that.
I end up getting angry/annoyed as, even though our relationship had been a lot of ups and downs (mostly downs), we had still been together for the best part of that year so for him to turn around and say he might just leave the country without much thought to what that would mean for us was quite infuriating.
So, I did what I did best and said very little other than "well, what about us?" etc etc (I was 'seeing how things went' with him so I wasn't actively envisaging a future with him. There's no way I would've asked him to stay for me anyway but I was miffed that he seemed a bit blasé about the subject).
Anyway, anyway, anyway. I go quiet and I serve my dinner (he doesn't want any). We go into my room and I put on Jonathan Creek whilst I eat my dinner. This lasts about 15 minutes or so until eventually, once my dinner is done, I realise we need to talk about this.
Only, he starts putting on his shoes and I ask him what's he's doing and he says he's going to go because I'm not talking.
I say I was about to start talking, but it's too late. We snap a little at each other and he walks out the door. I shout his name and I hear him leave the flat.
I don't have shoes on and it's too late to grab any so I grab my keys and race out the flat onto the street outside. I shout on him again but he's crossed the road and is marching away at top speed. He glances back at me but keeps going without stopping like the massive drama queen he was.
I storm back into my flat and I'm so angry that I pick up my mobile and ring him (no answer) and just start screaming abuse and nonsense down the phone (I have never, in my life, been so enraged at a person and had that feeling pour out of me onto voicemail or something similar).
I basically shout "JUST BREAK UP WITH ME, JUST DO IT" blah blah blah "YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE" "YOU JUST WALKED OUT" "ARHGHGHGHGBLARRRRRGHGHGHGHALARGH".
I try calling a few more times and eventually he does answer and we keep talking but it gets heated quickly with him saying things like "And then YOU PUT JONATHAN CREEK ON. You know I HATE JONATHAN CREEK" (did I?)
A few times I lose my rag and snap at him and he responds by hanging up on me, then when I call back he answers and tells me not to snap again or he'll hang up (like he was trying to teach a disobedient child).
Anyway, we talk/argue on the phone while he walks to 40-odd minutes home and then we hang up semi-amicably.
I'd never been so angry at anyone in my life and if he had been there when I was that enraged I may have had to give him more than a kidney-punch.
Anyway, we broke up a few days later and I've never regretted it. That guy made my blood BOIL.
And then set fire to it or something?
I have too many of my own! But I DO want to hear all of yours so I feel less like a crazy woman.
Last time I bitched about an ex here said ex found the thread. Whoops.
Fortunately that was quite some time ago.
there's only one guy out there who'll recognise the Jonathan Creek hate and the sausage sandwich debacle. He'll know, HE'LL KNOW.
And complain about his embarrassing genital defects now tbh
Even though this is all happening online my chief instinct here is to go for another bottle of pinot.
Like a BOOMERANG that was STARING at me.
Until a month on you find yourself apologising for penis slash Jonathan Creek overshare.
has #cat_race_gate taught you nothing?
did he go to China?
it turned out he never really wanted to and knew he probably wouldn't. He just considered it briefly and decided to ask me about it in a super-cereal way.
hedgehog I think it might be you that's actually the crazy one
I get annoyed by really small things sometimes so this guy basically pushed all the wrong buttons.
My current thinly-veiled is wonderful though and I don't get irrationally angry and kidney punch him. I'm only crazy sometimes, guys.
Can suddenly turn one into a not-insane non-aggressive not-dick head.
I really saw a side of me that I didn't like - I was so angry/annoyed all the time so I spent all my time snapping at him for being so irritating and winding me up all the time.
I'm much calmer now, and happy. Zen hedgehog.
you sound mental
mostly male friends...
but she tried to insinuate that a white boy like me shouldn't just listen to D'Angelo, Erykah Badu and The-Dream all the time and that such behaviour might be indicative of an identity crisis. Pondered this for a second, decided I had to let her go.
Does that mean good?
relating to a star or stars.
"stellar structure and evolution"
featuring or having the quality of a star performer or performers.
"a stellar cast had been assembled"
But I guess I didn't have much choice about putting up with it or not
drove me spare, it did
American Dad is on now anyway.
For benefit of thread: one of them must have farted once without saying excuse me. What a cunt.
fuck off, I hate exercising when other people are about.
I told him this whenever he tried to convince me to ride a tandem with him (he was obsessed with cycling), and then he'd look all sad and vulnerable and say "but we always do things YOU'RE good at, like talking and watching films".
then one day I made a throwaway comment about being fat, he started hassling me to weigh myself in front of him and was so insistent/intense about it that eventually I did it just to get him to shut up, was so upset by the result that I cried, and he used this as an opportunity to manipulate me into going running with him in a field behind his house. did a bit of running but I was in a dress and tights and had hopeless shoes on, so I stopped and said I was done. he told me he wasn't letting me back into his house to get my stuff until I did a full lap of the field.
dumped him soon afterwards.
he sounds quite the catch
quite a compliment
so I can understand why he needed to share HIS hobbies too.
talk about under-selling myself all these years
What an utter fucking prick
- time he turned up uninvited to a mutual friend's house to scream at me for wanting to spend time with MALE FRIENDS to watch England v Slovakia instead of him. he doesn't even like football
- time at another friend's house that he decided to comfort me when i was crying (thought my football team were relegated for sure) by trying to get me to give him a handy on our friend's bed. i said no, he put it away all dejected - just as well because the friend came in 30 secs later to check that I was ok
- time when I was dumping him and he wouldn't 'let' me because he had made a graph that PROVED beyond all doubt that staying together was the right thing to do. not sure how that is something you can put in a graph.
tl;dr - what was I doing aged 18? making poor life decisions, evidently
this isn't a funny joke but i just want to get it out of my head
That *is* good. Don't ever doubt yourself again
he told me over the phone about it when I was trying to explain that things weren't working out. (he wouldn't meet up with me so I could dump him in person.) when this did not convince me, he then tried the old "you don't know what you're doing, you're just hormonal, you can't make decisions right now" tactic <3 such a charmer.
I can't really believe there is more than one guy out there doing this, but apparently so.
(I presume it was a line one with downward trajectory where X was something like 'fun we have together' or 'amount I can be bothered with this')
for setting up a sizeable lsd deal (which never ended up happening). explained it all to my folks over a sunday dinner and they were like 'yeah, ok, it be reet'.
daft levels of innocence and naivety on all sides, tbf tbh.
To the extent that she'd use the phrase 'towel-heads' in casual conversation. Depressing.
She once drank so hard at a very quiet, very calm wedding that I had to shoulder carry her out.
Basically what I initially thought was attractive self confidence was in fact powerful ignorance.
coz they were fit, duh
very, very debateable
We couldn't go anywhere without her nicking something and putting it in her bag. It kind of took the gloss off things when every time we went to places I'd be trying to avoid her getting us thrown out or me beaten up.
wanted to watch something, or even listen to something because there was a girl in it I fancied. Got to the stage where it wasn't even worth suggesting we watch anything as she'd tie it back to the lead female role and how I just wanted to look at her.
See also; at the pub. Was alright for her to talk to anyone, but if I was ever lost in thought she'd always claim I was staring at a girl. Had to actively make sure my gaze was not heading in the direction of any females. She would even think I fancied her close friends. I remember some came round one night, when I came home I sat down and my hand happened to play with someone else's sweater on the back of the chair. Once everyone left she claimed I was playing with it as I liked that girl. Ridiculous.
I spent the rest of it quickly flicking passed ads of her and feeling awkward if you she was on tele. I could feel my ex's brain ticking.
Stupid thing is, I don't think she is attractive at all.
Isn't She Lovely? to ITV weather girl Jo Blythe and I still get dagger eyes if she's ever on.
The shit thing she's looking better than ever nowadays.
So hard to let slide for 4 years. :\
live in texas
you people are all mad
that was annoying.
All the others were probably far less annoying than I ever was.
without knowing any of the details, I'm sure you had it coming
but that's not really for here, some time over several drinks, perhaps.
Was half-Greek Cypriot and we thought it was a good idea to move to Cyprus for 6 months to do nothing but enjoy the sun and sea. We stayed in a small village in the middle of nowhere and being so pale and blonde made me stick out like a sore thumb amongst the villagers. Anyway, my ex was the jealous type and he got that jealous that I ended up spending most of my time looking down so I didn't 'eye up' any of the guys that were after me.
He's the same guy that drove the moped in to the sea.
Cyprus really is a beautiful country, mind you.
though if we're going down that particular avenue, every time my ex would chuck me for some new bloke (yes repeatedly) and I had to beg and plead not to be dumped, every time was a torturous game of what the hell is going on, down to "are you in love with him/have you been shagging him behind my back", which would be answered nonchalantly with "maybe... maybe not..."
I was a fucking awful person with her, then when she was gone for good I realised that all of this was not normal behaviour and every girl wasn't like it at all. It was a revelation..! And a bit annoying.
we're mates again now, after all
punching me in the face over and over one time. after i'd had to physically carry her her out of a wrap party for a film she'd just made at which it was made clear to me that she'd behaved so terribly she'd never work with anyone there again. she hasn't either.
last time I had a fresh 'ex' was 1995. I was a different person then and whilst I was never a bastard I was utterly selfish and thoughtless.
The worst thing any of my exes did was to probably be fully rounded human beings who I dumped for being 'complicated'.