On today’s episode of What Could Possibly Go Wrong, a young, hypersexual girl announces to the internet that she is recently single. Let’s take it over to Kevin who’s live on the scene, and see how events unfold…

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In the immediate aftermath of my first breakup, I was a bit bummed and also pissed off. But within a day or so, I was really, really happy about it.

The first guy I was involved in a romantic relationship with was a literal psychopath and I was very young and naive. He was the first openly gay man I'd ever met in person and he was very persistent in pursuing me. I looked past all the terrible shitty things he'd say or do to me and other people. Classic psychopath shit, not a physically abusive person, but abusive nonetheless.

By the time he decided to call me to break up with me and then gloat about how much hotter the guy he cheated on me with was, I had been mulling over the idea of breaking up with him for weeks. I just didn't know the right way to go about it.

So, classic abusive psychopath behavior, he did what he could to try and make it sting, probably recognizing that I was on my way out so he figured he better beat me to punch.

The sting didn't last long. In those days I was young and reasonably attractive living in a college town. In less than a day, it was practically raining men. Hallelujah. Raining men. Amen.

anyone else never had one? married my first gf and it's been a couple decades now lol

I'm 37m now. I was with my first gf from age 18 to 24. I was a wreck for years. I didn't go on a date for at least a year. I didn't have sex for 2 years. I didn't get into another relationship for 5 years.

We had kinda been circling the drain for a while, so it shouldn't have been a surprise at the time, but I didn't know any world without her and I was scared to end it.

Looking back, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, but in the moment it was awful. I was a depressed wreck for years.

Really awful. We had been together for about 2 years and she just... disappeared. Lack of closure and not knowing if she was even safe was tough. Years later she contacted me and told me what happened.

First guy ended up gay. Not that I have an issue with that, it was the lies and using me as a cover for his very religious family that stung.

Second cheated. Also stung

Third was actually a decent guy, I ended things with him because we just weren't compatible. That also kinda hurt because I didn't want to hurt him!

It was very dumb and looking back I really can't understand why I felt so strongly, but when I was in high school it really felt like the end of the world/my life was ending. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe and blasted songs like this at full volume.

My girlfriend of 3 years simply ghosted me. I was 22. In my naivete I attempted to call her to at least make sure she was OK for about two weeks. She never answered the phone, never returned my calls. We also had started talking about marriage as well.

It was completely debilitating. Depression, anger, sadness, and a feeling of just being completely worthless. It catastrophically affected my dating life throughout my entire 20's. From the ages of 22 to 30, I had exactly one other girlfriend and she was more of a FWB than anything else as she was much older than me.

I did start dating around when I hit 30, but it was just one disaster after another. So much so, that I considered myself to be the common denominator and decided to just be a permanent bachelor. It was fairly obvious to me that there was something wrong with me and that's why I was having such bad luck.

Then I met the future Mrs CanopyFlyer in 2004. We've been together ever since. So it turned out that yeah, all those women I dated in my early thirties were all assholes. My wife is the best human being I have ever known.

Hmmm... Maybe that just gave her the patience to deal with such a jerk as myself.... NO, it was all the girls I dated that were the problem!

Intense emotional pain I couldn't get away from, which lasted a very long time. The sense that I can't trust anyone. Mild psychosis where I would temporarily convince myself we would get back together, despite trying hard to accept it and not think this way, just getting my thoughts overpowered by emotion. The feeling that who I am as a person does not exist anymore. Briefly feeling less pain by finding reasons to be angry, but not being able to maintain that anger. Eventually the pain subsided years later when I forgot what it felt like to be around her. Still have nightmares sometimes though.

Relieved, tbh. It wasn't working, and it hadn't for a long time. We somehow drifted from being a couple to friends with benefits. And over time, I am reluctant to claim there was much if a friendship involved either.

We did have a lot of mutual friends, though, so we didn't cut contact. And about a year and a half later I was back in the area, and a bunch of us were out drinking. She was making out with some dude she met that night, possibly/probably in an effort to make me jealous. One of my friends asked me if I had any opinion on the matter, and I don't think I've been so honest ever again: "Never before have I felt so indifferent".

Mine happened over the phone back in 2012. One of the best decisions I've made was to break up with her. We were arguing about something (no idea about what, anymore) and I angrily shouted (in ptbr) "You don't need to call me anymore, ever again, it's over for us! Good bye!" - She was very angry at me and tried to call me back several times, I turned off my cell phone and disconnected the cord of the home phone. Since those weren't working, she called my mom, to which I replied "Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear.", finishing the call without letting her speak.

The relief I felt then was HUGE.

Absolutely devastated. I got on my bike and pedaled away as fast as my little legs could go. I dried my eyes and went to my grandma's house and had some cookies.

Despite being in my mid 30s I never had one. But I was rejected by someone I fell head over heels for. That was… bad enough, really.

The same way as you. I was really proud I did it so well.

Miserable. But as the old saying goes: nothing gets you over the last one like getting under the next one.

Love lost hurts, but love isn't rare. You'll find it.

I initiated it, but she readily agreed. I think we both knew after 5 years together that it wasn't working. I remember hugging and driving away and then suddenly feeling really upset. It was the uncertainty I didn't like. I'd grown used to having a partner for events, movies etc.

I'm married now with a family and, surprisingly, never really think of any of my exes. But at the time, yeah, I found it quite unsettling.

Devastated.

You're really young and it was a long distance thing, right? Breakups around then are really manageable. The way you describe feeling sounds reasonable. I've felt similar following breakups, even big ones. My first serious girlfriend that I broke up with was actually exciting. She and I weren't really meshing and her friend (the one who got us together) had a thing for me. Ended up dating the friend within the same week (ah to be 15 again). That one ended way worse with cheating and all kinds of bullshit. It doesn't real get brutal until you're living with someone for years and then breakup.

I had no idea it was coming and was destroyed. Pretty sure it was my tism that made me any hints, but still. There was a lot of ugly crying. I honestly don't remember much else, but I also don't remember a lot of my life. I was around 16 or 17 so that was 20 years ago.

First one was reasonably calm. We figured out that it would not work in the long run, cried a bit, and stayed friends for a few years.

Second breakup threw me completely off. I was sad for years, one could use the word depressed but I'll refrain from doing so unless someone professional issues the diagnose.

I was devistated when my first girlfriend left me, I briefly considered suicide and was depressed for half a year. But ended up being a good thing, my second partner I've been with for much longer now and love to death.

(Male 37)

When I finally broke up with my first love in ninth grade after having endured her cheating on me with my best friend for two years - which I was aware of but didn't know how to deal with - I felt worthless, stupid, ugly, like a failure and I wanted to kill myself. Did some real damage to my hands to numb the pain. Even now, 25 years later, the whole ordeal still hurts mentally and physically. I know she was an incredibly horrible human being and I shouldn't punish myself for it, but that's easier said than done.

I've also broken up and got divorced about five years ago. We were together for eight years and married for four. This time, it was kind of amicable - we just had to go our separate ways even though we loved each other still - but it still felt horrible. I felt like puking for days after. It also shoved me into moderately severe depression and now I'm on meds for it.

I wish I didn't have feelings.

I wasn't too upset, I'm the one who wanted it and this was in middle school. We just went our separate ways as best as I can remember, no one was particularly hurt. In my limited experience breakups go a lot smoother when you're both ready to call it quits, it's just a problem when it's only one of you that's done.

I had high school “relationships” that were kids stuff. The first real relationship I had was in college. We dated over two years and when it ended I was.. RELIEVED.

I was just sick of her bullshit and she was pretty much just as sick of my bullshit.

The relationships ended when our lease ended and I was so happy to put her in my rear view.

I'm also curious about this. I never had a breakup. Been married for 12 years.

I actually felt similar after the end of my last relationship. It was causing me a fair amount of stress and when I ended it, I felt relief. My first break up was way too long ago to really recall my exact feelings. But normally it's anger or sadness instead of relief. For me, the relief or feeling refreshed typically happens on reflection instead of immediately after.

She prompted it and I accepted because what are you going to do? Stay in a one-sided relationship?

Honestly, it was the right call even if I immediately went into emotional triage to figure out when I had fucked up.

My first? Deeply hurt, confused, betrayed, bewildered, etc. It kicked off a delightful bout of depression that lasted almost a year and only ended because I had bigger things to worry about.

Was it the male best friend that caused the breakup?

Lemmy is so thirsty they don't even stop to think about lemmy.today being a troll instance.

fine

wasn't much of a breakup but then it wasn't much of a relationship