Unlucky in Love: Readers Tell of Romance Gone Wrong

Apparently, an awful lot of things can go wrong on Valentine’s Day. Last week, we asked you to reach into the darkest cranny of the heart-shaped box where you store your memories of romantic torment, and share a tainted bonbon or two with us. Many of you did. Here they are.


One Valentine’s Day, there was a huge snowstorm. My boyfriend called to urge me to stay at work (where my boss was offering to people up in the nearby hotel) rather than risk driving 35 miles home. But I had a special V-Day meal all prepped, and I insisted on going home. When I got there, I got stuck on the unplowed one-way road next to our apartment, and I called him to see if he’d help dig me out.

His response was a very startled “Where are you?!” I assured him I was safe — and just outside. He yelled at me for risking it. And then I saw him … sneaking out of a house a block away … and it turned out that yes, he’d been cheating. Worst part: he went back to her place after our “discussion” and spent the night there. Kathleen


I bought a box of fine chocolates for a boyfriend whom I had a date with for V-Day. He stood me up, I ate the entire box of chocolates, and got horribly sick.

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When I was in sixth grade, I was “going out” with a boy for the first time. He sat next to me in band – we both played alto saxophone. The relationship amounted to talking during band and holding hands between our lockers and getting on the bus each afternoon.

The day before the Valentine’s Day dance, I got to band class and sat down next to him, chattering away while I put my instrument together. I noticed something in my case that wasn’t normally there: a note. I opened it, and read it to myself. It was from him, telling me things “weren’t working out.”

I was speechless. I gathered up my things and moved down two seats to share a music stand with another friend. I couldn’t believe that he would put the note right where I would find it at the beginning of class! Even through the sting of rejection, I’d like to think I knew it was funny.

The next day, at the dance, I did what any jilted sixth grader would do. I went up to him in the middle of the gym and kicked him in the shins. Amy


I once took a guy out for a Valentine’s Day dinner. His eyes lit up when he saw our waiter! He then proceeded to flirt shamelessly with him. Needless to say it didn’t work out between the two of us.

And yes, I paid for dinner! AKD


My first-ever relationship was a doozy, with a PTSD-wracked alcoholic Vietnam vet who periodically broke up with me only to then come back begging for forgiveness. On our second VD, he had been unemployed for a while and borrowed $20 from me so he could “show me a good time” on the 14th. (Hey, it was a while ago, 20 bucks went further then.) On VD I waited expectantly, but never heard from him, and when I called to find out what the heck had happened, he told me he spent the $20 on some wood for new shelves in his apartment. That was the beginning of the end for us. Lisal.


Valentine’s Day, I called my boyfriend at college to see if he got my flowers and another woman answered the phone — at 8 am. sjl


About a year and a half after a boyfriend broke up with me, after not hearing from him for all that time, an e-mail from him popped into my inbox on Valentine’s Day with the headline “Please read: Very important.” My heart jumped, as I began thinking that he had been missing me and had chosen this most significant day to express his regret at ending the relationship.

But when I opened the e-mail … it was a mass-mailing he had sent out, rallying support for keeping the Pledge of Allegiance in schools! Jane


My fav. V.D.: When I found out a contracted VD from my date. Oh, the irony!!

Steven

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