"I told her I was molested, and she laughed about it" – The harshest thing your girlfriend ever did to you

We moved in together, and she insisted on handling the bills and sending payments. I covered the utilities because I earned more. When the gas was cut off, she said the provider must have made a mistake. It turned out she hadn’t paid a single bill from the money I gave her, and there were thousands of dollars in unpaid utilities. When I confronted her, she sulked and moved out—probably to the next unlucky guy.

It came out that she had a sugar daddy. When I got upset, she told me not to make a scene and that if I weren’t so broke, she wouldn’t need a “sponsor.” I was a student working alongside, spending all my money on her.

At the breakup, she told me straight to my face that she only stayed with me because she had nowhere else to live. I was head over heels for her, so that crushed me emotionally.

My mom is a quiet, reserved, and conservative woman who raised me with immense love. After a nasty fight, I told my girlfriend it was over and started packing my things. I heard her on the phone but didn’t think much—thought she was venting to a friend. But she was calling my mom, saying disgusting things about me—things no mother should ever hear, especially my reserved mom. She described our intimate moments, my fetishes, and even how I once begged her tearfully to take me back. I never forgave her for that and couldn’t look my mom in the eye for weeks.

She told me she wanted to break up by sending a video of herself with another man... pleasuring him. I still don’t understand why she couldn’t just say she didn’t want to be with me anymore.

We’d been together two years, and I felt she was my soulmate, the one who truly understood me and with whom I could share everything. I’d never told anyone before, but I confided in her that I was molested as a child by an elderly relative (now deceased). Her reaction was complete indifference; she felt very uncomfortable, which I understood—it’s not easy to hear. But what I can’t get over is that two days later, I came home to hear her laughing on the phone, sharing that story with a friend.

At the start of my birthday party, she pulled me aside and told me she was breaking up with me because she got together with my childhood friend. She also added—politely—that she only dated me to get closer to my best friend.

She got pregnant. I told her I wasn’t ready to be a dad at 25 and thought it was too soon since we’d only been together a year and a half. She said she was on birth control, so I wasn’t worried—then she told me she was pregnant. I wasn’t thrilled but accepted it, and I adore my little boy now. But my ex turned out to be a terrible mom—constantly glued to her phone, putting in minimal effort. Her brother told me she used to say as a teenager that she’d have a baby with someone who’d support her for life. Unfortunately, that “lucky” guy was me.

She cheated on me, but that wasn’t even the worst part. She knew I was in the middle of exams, broke, and had just lost my dad two weeks earlier. Yet she confessed without a shred of guilt that she’d been hooking up with my roommate for weeks. When I started crying, she was completely cold and told me she was moving in with him, so I should find another place.