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The first one I ever had. I was 11 or something. He wouldn't stop begging me to go out with him and this made me feel sorry for him, so I did. Bad ******** idea. rolleyes He ended up being an emotionally abusive jerk. And when we broke up he was like, "We're still friends right?" and I said sure. With in days of saying that he started bullying me in front of everyone which caused a chain reaction of everyone else bullying me which left years of emotional scarring. mrgreen

He never actually stopped annoying me until our last year of highschool... after he got a girl pregnant. And I must say (at least at school anyway) he treated that girl like a queen. It was nice to see him finally mature.

I'm still in high school, so I haven't exactly been in a lot of relationships, much less bad. The worst relationship I had with a guy is when he broke up with me because I wouldn't kiss him after two-weeks of going out with him. I have a few personal restrictions and drama I still had to deal with. He wouldn't listen to me though, and just avoided me. He still does and it's been about 3 years now.

The worst relationship I had with a girl was with an ex that wouldn't even let me hold her hand if we were in public. Her family members are a bunch of homophobes like mine, so I can understand to a level, but she was just much more paranoid than I could ever imagine. She would only kiss me if we were in a locked bathroom or a closet; so we were literally in the closet.

Like I said, not that bad.

I'm only in high school, but despite that, I have had some pretty not-so-good relationships.

About a year ago I was in a relationshipwith a girl. A mutual friend had tried to set us up, but I felt nothing for the girl... however, it seemed as if she fell for me quite easily. She always seemed so depressed and lost... except when she was around me. At this point I saw her like a kitten in the rain, cold, sad, in need. I couldn't bear to see her so sad all the time, so I idiodically agreed to be her girlfriend. I dragged on the relationship for three months, trying to convince myself that she was wonderful (in reality, she was a pretty decent girl... sweet, loyal, caring), but in reality there were some things which I just couldn't get over about her... for one, I wasn't physically attracted to her, and to top that there was a vast intellectual gap between us (not to say she was stupid, she was quick to learn, but she wasn't the deep-thinker type whom I was used to conversing with), and those two factors combined spelled out our demise.

The end of the relationship, however, was defineately worse than the relationship itself. Eventually I couldn't stand living in a world of deception any longer, so I dumped her. I tried to suger-coat my excuse, saying that our personalaties were much too different to be fully compatible with one another, but things turned extremely sour after that, I then cut off nearly all communication with her.

She kept trying to change herself, trying to get me to come back, and as she struggled with that I was going through my own inner battle. For months I loated myself, thinking myself to be a brute and a b***h due to how I had ended the relationship, and how I could not look her in the face and speak with her to try to ease her pain. I sent her letters every now and then, trying to convince her that she should move on, and that I did not hate her (nor did I love her), but she would have none of it. I later found out that soon after the break-up she had attempted suicide, and that upset me even more (had I known of it sooner, I would have noyified her parents and told them that she needed mental help).


After that predicament, a sweet-talking young lad began to fancy me. Initally he seemed wonderful... handsome, seemingly very sweet and affectionate, a deep thinker (despite a bit of a language barrier, he had only been living in the US for a little over two years)... I just seemed to fall for him. From the start his face, his scent, the feel of his lips upon mine... it all simply intoxicated me. We were happy together... until one fateful day.

We had done certian things together... you can likely guess the nature of such... and despite this physical intamacy he had always respected my boundaries. I had never had sex with a guy before, and I wasn't about to jump into such a situation after only two months, yet one day he began to ask me about it. I told him no, so he dropped the topic for a while. However, later in the day, when we were alone, kissing and doing the things we normally did, he began to pester me again. I backed away from him, telling him I wasn't ready, but he started to become more forceful. I immediately left his house (where we had been), never to speak to him again. He never physically tried to force me into it, but since he didn't seem to understand that no means NO, I realized that no matter how intelligent, nor how handsome and supposedly sweet he was, he was not worth my while.


Those are really the only sucky relationships I've ever had... but for now, I'm happily single. I've matured a great deal since those incidents, and learned that I shouldn't enter relationships so easily and foolishly.