I’m making the most scathing, bewildered, plaintive, bitter, angry, and deeply sad breakup mixtape for a friend. I had a request to send it along to my sister Jules. So I figure, I’ll make three others, limited editions. If you’d like one, comment here or shoot me an email at kelly AT hogaboom DOT org. Three lucky readers/Tweeps/friends will get one!
Fair warning: content will contain bad language and in some cases, descriptions of even worse behavior.
Oh, and: your pathetic breakup stories are welcome in the comments, should you want to share.
I don’t need the tape (hopefully) but have had a pathetic break up. After four years of cohabitation, and directly after I returned from a vacation alone, my then-boyfriend broke up with me because I, “seemed so much happier without him”? LAME. Shortly after the break-up I ran into him at the cash-machine on his way clubbing, the kind of “fun-me” activity that I couldn’t have done with him? Well there he was doing it, with another girl- a friend no less. Then months later he said that he had never loved me anyway (regardless of the thousands of times he said it during our nearly 1500 days living together). It was all VERY pathetic- except for the part where I started my life anew and stayed away from jerks like that.
And you’ve got this thread off to a great start right out of the gate. OOF. I’ll have to think of my MOST pathetic breakup & post it.
Oh, and I should say, no one needs to be breakup to to enjoy these songs. They are cathartic and fun and painful. But I’ll post the playlist after I get mailsies out.
I was 20. I had been living with her for about a year and a half. A very ex-boyfriend of hers (but still friends) needed an escort to a military ball. She asked me if I objected to her going. I was trying to be mature about the whole thing, even though it was an overnight deal and I trusted the guy about as far as I could throw his heaviest grandfather. I spent the entire weekend with my guts in knots. When she got back, I picked her up at his house in her car. We chit-chatted on the way home, but she didn’t say much about the ball. I pulled up in the driveway and shut off the car. My stomach was even worse than it had been while she was gone and I thought I might puke if I didn’t say something.
I asked, “Did you have a good time?” She replied in the affirmative, but she didn’t look right.
I pressed, “Are you ok? You look…guilty” because she did. She said that she was fine.
I asked if something happened and she said, “Yes.”
I wasn’t doing very well, so I cut to the chase and asked, “Did you sleep with him?’
She said, “Yes…”
Why the elipsis? Well, in my opinion, the word “yes” was more than sufficient to ruin my day, but she decided to pause for what seemed to be the most devastating amount of time, 3 or 4 seconds while I processed what she had said and then added, “…twice.”
I spent some time in the street punching the asphalt (it was childish, but seemed necessary at the time), then I went in the house, collected my stuff and split.
So yeah, send me that mixtape if you still have any left. 🙂
I love the photo BTW. Makes me laugh every time I look at it.
And I always though an elipsis could be used as a pause, but this post made me look it up and now I know its true purpose. Thanks!
Also, I’m starting to write fiction, so heads up. I may need an editor/critic if I ever write anything that I think is worth sending out.
Mixtape! Yes! I have so many pathetic stories…. How about this? I fell in love with a guy who would only see me when he chose, never around his friends or family. Eventually he moved to CA and I got the idea that I would move there too, with him, though he did not encourage this, at least that I can remember. Anyway I moved there, spending all my time in motels until the money ran out and then I had to move back home. And it took me years to realize how pathetic it was! (And to figure out the definition of self-esteem apparently….)
I would love a good melancholic, weepy/angry breakup mix! I’m super happy in my current relationship, but I do have a monster breakup in my past. This guy that I totally fell head over heels for, basically obsessed about him and thought he was the love of my life (totally not my style at all, so I’m not sure why it happened with this dude) dropped me on my ass put of the blue one afternoon. And then as he was breaking my heart he had the nerve to tell me that if I needed to talk to someone he was always there, at which point I told him to get out. I think I was 25 at the time, but I had to call my mom and she packed a duffle bag and came and spent the night and then she and one of her lady friends took me out to breakfast the next morning and spent the day with me. (god bless mothers and their lady friends!) I can’t even explain how crushed I was. I felt like I had turned into ash. Terrible, but he was an “artist” and an alcoholic and I’m glad I dodged that bullet.