Tony Blair: We will carry on as normal...
I knew it was over, I think, the day she got stuck on the next tube train into Edgware Road after the bombing, and I was in Germany drinking and watching U2 in concert. Ever since that day, we've been poles apart.

I definitely knew it was over last Friday night, when I got a text saying she'd been talking to her City-based ex, who at least "understood about London at the moment".
(sentinel, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:11, Reply)

I knew...
...when she said "I want the man I'm with to have two showers a day".
(skindley, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:04, Reply)

And I REALLY knew it was over...
shortly after we split up, when I'd heard that he'd moved in with the aforementioned sl*pper and he called me to deny everything (yet again).

When I burst into tears at his blatant lack of any kind of respect or consideration for my feelings (let alone the fact that a year of cheating had finally all come to light), he yelled down the phone at me asking how dare I cry on HIS time, and that he wasn't paying for a phone call to listen to me in tears... Nice huh?

Next QOTW please...
(spacecowgirl, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:02, Reply)

This chubby lass started yodelling.
Apparently it's a tell-tale sign.
( grey kid is breakdancing to save a community centre, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 10:36, Reply)

Psycho
I knew it was over long before I could actually get rid of her.
The day she started an arguement over a kebab (her demonic screams over a lack of a tomato on it cleared the room during a festive get together). A whole room had heard her request "everything except tomatoes, you know how I hate them . . ."
Her conversational skills bordered on tourettes. If you can imagine the rage-filled "infected" from 28 Days Later with no real speech, only wordless throat-wrenching screams and flailing arms.
She used to insist that every picture of me that I showed any friends had to have her in it with me - even my own personal MSN profile.
She had even moved in without asking me after only a few months, I came home and all her stuff was taking residence in my flat - she still refused to pay half of my rent.
Rather than bringing up any concerns, or even discuss anything, she'd wait till we were attending a good natured dinner party at a friend's house before publicly shouting things like: "this bastard refuses to buy me a new bed".
She bordered on violent when I wouldn't give the drunken bitch her car keys, and at christmas she spent 3 hours on my phone to her ex in Canada and asked to go on holiday with him and saying that he was the one true guy for her - she still refuses to see why this may annoy a current boyfriend.
So I knew it was over when it started, but the trick was getting rid of her in such a way that she wouldn't become agressive after I'd chucked her out and make my life hell.
Mission accomplished, but that's another story.
(Barry Subchimp, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 10:33, Reply)

I just knew
that they'd found out when they took me aside in my first week of my new job and told me I had to leave the building immediatly.

found out what u ask...not tellin. Dont want a repeat of that shite again.
(Oops....did I say that out loud cos I really bloody want to., Thu 28 Jul 2005, 10:30, Reply)

when it was liver
Oohhhh, was it when after 21 years marriage, she said

I dont love you in the same way anymore..nope
When she didnt want to go to counselling.nope
When she said she wasnt comfortable with me in the house..nope
When everything I said or did seemed to be wrong nope
When after getting stone-walled at every turn I finally took the bull by the horns and said to her Lets knock it on the head??.nope
When the house was getting sold and I was emptying the garage and I got an anonymous phone call from a woman telling her to leave her man alone.could be
(montyzuma, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 10:22, Reply)

When he told me
women shouldn't have jobs.
My mom's a lawyer and my aunt's a biochemist. I was in high school at the time, getting ready for college (looking towards my MA after this year), taking AP classes, competing in Speech and Debate, et cetera. The top students in our school were nearly all girls, and were also my best friends. I'm really not sure why he didn't think I would find his comment offensive.
Then he got melancholy when we drifted apart.
Dork.
(ladycat, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 9:23, Reply)

I held him in my hands....
After years of a fully functional relationship he just lay there, bleeding in my lap, the sex was always fantastic and he never complained even if i was a bit smelly. Poor richard was dead, hardly suprising as i had been physically abusing him for years when that night he.....*sniff sob*....he...... fell off.


Richard was a stupid name for a penis anyway........and now i get to be a lesbian!
(C.J Hixon L.I.P, The drinking man's shipping forecast., Thu 28 Jul 2005, 8:57, Reply)

I knew it was over
When i picked her up and threw her down my stairs - and followed that up by chucking her suitcase at her . . .

Needless to say i had a bit of a guilt trip - i suppose the fact she threw my television and brand new Sony Vaio laptop out the window warrants an act of madness?

doesnt it ?
( awallafashagba Da da da da da Dah dah, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 8:46, Reply)

The early stuff was not enough...
the heavy drinking every night to get some sleep, the ongoing depression about my job looking after desktops and servers for a community organisation. Nope, the personal fragmentations didn't send me the message.

It wasn't until the fourth or fifth night of a bizarre dream sequence which had me cataloguing all the possible suicide venues and methods in my town, that I got the hint.

It was the morning after I'd dreamed about jumping off the large shopping complex near work.

That same morning a woman did a similar leap inside the complex, and ended her troubles.

I got the message and quit. Ironically, the organisation is involved in suicide prevention and counselling.

Apols for length, but this is the first time I've stuck it in here.
(Aspergernaut, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 8:22, Reply)

fucking greeks
was with a mad athenian girl who prefered argueing to conversation, she was also a biter and used to beat me up to pass the time.

after about 3 weeks together she saw me walk for the first time (i'm very lazy) and she asked me if there was something wrong with me, but i knew it was properly over at about the one month mark, we were in bed, i'd managed to get her clothes off without her hitting me, her jelly was receptive, mirrors checked. on searching for condom suddenly realised i was about to finish before i'd started and immediately asked her (politely) to mouth my pole
she punched me twice hard in the teeth and then ran to the shower

she's a violent drunk anyway, and she smells, but i still would, and i can nick cheap greek fags off her
(John Doe, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 4:21, Reply)

Jobs
I knew my last job was over when I stopped smoking so much weed and realised I was in the kitchen of Domino's Pizza. Apperently I was that high I don't remember how I started work there.....
After that I started taking weeks off at a time and fiddleing my wages. Then one week I went down to Dorset, and never returned to the pizza factory again.
( Captain Tripps is your taxloss lover from Liverpool, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 3:06, Reply)

I knew my chances of passing my first job interview were over when...
I was discussing the over-reliance on technology to solve problems without standing back and looking at the holistic picture.
I said, that it's easily possible to build a system so complex that no one undestands and becomes a burden rather than a productivity tool, and that proper training and a phased rollout of a new system with a trial first audience should be perfomed, or else people maybe scared of the new box...like that film demon seed.

At this point they seemed quite impressed, but then one of the interviewers asked "what is demon seed".

I said it's a film with Julie Christie with robert vaughn voicing an advanced intelligent computer.
He replied and why would people be scared of that? Tell us a bit about the film.

and then i felt oblidged to explain the plot about how the system realised it was abouts to be swiched off and thus end it's "life". So it transfers itself into Julie Christie's house, Tortures her with the robotic house hold appliances until she submits and then impregnates her to create some sort of hideous robot/human hybrid.

The interview panel stared at me with open mouths. And that's when i knew it was over.

The rejection letter simply stated "we regret that you are not the type we were looking for."
(Bendigeidfran, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 1:17, Reply)

My last girlfriend...
Everything went well for the first couple of weeks of our relationship, until I noticed periods where she'd ignore my texts/phonecalls/MSN messages. Time of the month? More like of the week. Turned out she was going through phases of depression and cut herself regularly. Nice.

Compliments such as 'your hair looks nice' or 'I'll miss you' (when about to go to Paris) were met with 'don't lie' or similar.

She also abused her 'powers' as a girlfriend by:
(a) insisting on drawing on me or attacking me with vaseline (don't ask) whenever I was near her. I walked away once during an attack to the face with a biro, only for her to run after me shouting at me
(b) being rude to me in front of my and her friends, but one day having a go at me for jokingly telling her to "fuck off" in front of... nobody!
(c) inferring things that were way off what I was actually saying: for some reason 'you treat me horribly' means the same as 'you're horrible' and 'my legs are dead' (when she'd been sitting on my lap for hours) means the same as 'get off me you fat slag'
(d) persuading me not to bugger off to my Dad's at half term so she could spend time with me, only to decide not to bother returning my texts/calls when I wanted to see her (see above)
(e) blocking me on MSN Messenger (I found this out when she signed in on my computer). Fucked if I know why...
(f) listening to the first three tracks of an album I decided to buy her before giving up. She even said she liked one of the songs. Why stop listening then?

We ended up splitting up almost exactly a week after I "met" another, much nicer, far better looking girl in London, also a couple of nights after a particularly drunken party. Apparently she was pissed off at me, because I wanted to spend "too much time" with her at said party, I think. She spent most of the evening crying in the toilets there. That prompted an almighty WTF - aren't partners supposed to spend a lot of time together?

So yeah, I knew it was over more or less from the start. Although I managed to last 5 weeks going out with an utter psycho. Result!
(SJH, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 0:26, Reply)

I knew it was over when....
I was given a formal warning and councilling session over a comment I made about a co-workers "mail-order" bride at an informal company dinner. This from the bloke who spent 3 years tweeking my arse and suggesting sex in the copy room several times a week. Oh the irony!!!
( sheraloonytunes, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 0:12, Reply)

when
i told the manager of a well known pizza restraunt chain, in no uncertain terms to "shove the job up her f**king fat arse" and promptly went to walk out. only to find hitlers sister (aka ex boss) blocking my way and trying to escort me out the back entrance. then, she demanded the shirt i was wearing (staff uniform). i told her where to go and stormed out.
and ive still got the shirts (3 of them).
and i made her cry.
serves her right, stupid bint.
(Geoff Leopard, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 0:12, Reply)

Over
I'm afraid I don't have an anecdote about a painful breakup, but I *did* just find a 1/16 size violin in back of my attic and am having loads of fun playing it like a midget's double-bass. I shall never get bored of doing this: my summer holiday ennui is over forever!
Hurrah!
(Dogbox, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 23:54, Reply)

I know it will be over tomorrow
when my peadophile stepfather's coffin is lowered into the ground.

I'd piss on his grave, but apparently it's illegal.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 23:44, Reply)

I knew my career as a classical musician was over....
when i picked up my drum sticks and stuck a cigarette in my mouth...

So much for the Piano and two Choirs...
( Donkey Rhubarb, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 23:32, Reply)

i knew it was over
when ntl started being utter cunts, your bill is £100 for 1 month of broadband
( hooker1uk Filth monger of the lowest degree!, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 23:08, Reply)

Seconds anyone?
When my recent ex said we could still be sex buddies - while she still slept with her other recent ex (Who she dumped me for)... Hey, she's hot but I'm not one to share! I did make her shower and hit that ass more time though.
I should've probably told her that earlier that day I woke up hungover with her best friend and no condom packet in sight, thankfully she was on the pill but I didn't bother to shower for my meetup later that night with the ex. I can't help but laugh with manic glee.
( TN, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 22:59, Reply)

When I reached the bottom of the bottle
looked up and still felt like crap...

that's probably when I decided alcohol was no substitute for support

shame the support I got came 2 years after I needed it most.
( GrandmaOfShoes, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 21:40, Reply)

my 1st serious gf (the one who has my v plates)...
... started seeing one of my then friends after aother (well, two, but anyway...) the second one shagged her for a year. i knew it was over between them when she rang me and called him 3-inch daniel.

how we laughed.
( bierbelly, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 20:23, Reply)

I knew it was over when...
I figured out what a two faced, lyin', selfish, back stabbin', untrustworthy, materialistic, immature wee scumbag he was...

Nice and simple really.
(popmybubble, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 20:11, Reply)

I knew it was over when
he phoned me during the World Cup Final.

And it wasn't to talk about the footie.
(Pachey, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 19:31, Reply)

How I found out...
Damn, this won't post...
( Butters and his titanium codsocket, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 19:03, Reply)

I knew it was finally over
when after seven years lost in the Delta Quadrant, we had finally returned home.

Oh wait, that was Captain Janeway.

My life is still shit
( nnnndave, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 18:11, Reply)

Depressing? Bloodyhellfire no!
A good chum of mine (no, not me!) drove from London to Newcastle to see this lass who he had been seeing for a short while, hoping for some legover. He duly arrived at her student house, where she greeted him thusly, "Sorry, I'm busy tonight.". Poor bugger then drove to Stirling to see a friend. No legover.



No apologies for fruitiness, am bored with length.
(CdrVimes, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 17:43, Reply)

I knew it was over
when my recent ex (we'd been together seven and a half years) called me because we needed a 'chat', doom and gloom, I knew what was going to follow by sheer intuition.
She needed to tell me she'd been sleeping with my best friend since we split up, he'd been constantly round at my flat consoling me and giving me advice and listening to how I felt about her, sitting on my sofa, watching my telly, eating my food, drinking my beer, sleeping on my floor, playing my guitar and generally acting normal.

The bastard. Nevermind. Two good friendships over.
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Wed 27 Jul 2005, 17:26, Reply)