We're so excited for our new release, MUSTANG SASSY as it deals
with something we all dread and hate... break ups. On the one hand, it can be
good to dump all that unwanted weight of a cheating boyfriend. But being the
dumpee? *Shudders* That's when things sometimes go bad. It got us to thinking.
Everyone has a worst break up story, and so we are challenging you to share that
story. The worse the better, hold no punches... Although it may be tough to beat
Sass's story, so good luck!
Share your worst break up story in the comments below! Entries will get 10 extra
points in the giveaway below for a kindle paperwhite.
In the meantime, we've got a story of our own from Casey. She's kicking things
off with her worst break up story. It's the story of how she broke up with her
high school boyfriend...
"My senior year of high school, I started dating my friend's older brother.
(Yeah, I was the cool high school student dating a college boy.) He was so sweet
and attentive, never pressured me to do anything - basically, he was perfect and
I was content. I wasn't in love with him, by any means, but I did enjoy hanging
out with him. (Hint #1 that the relationship was doomed.)
Well, one night just over two months into our relationship, I was talking about
where I wanted to go for college. A Very Important decision for all high school
seniors. I told him that I didn't want to stay in our small hometown and go to
the same university as him, but would rather go somewhere else in the state.
Where? I had no idea. I hadn't even started the applications for any school. I
was being like almost every other teenager, saying I wanted to leave and travel.
Being the perfect boyfriend that he was, his response was, "Okay, I'll transfer
schools and move with you."
Um. What?
Let me reiterate that we'd been together for about two months, I was not in love
with him, I had no idea where I wanted to go, let alone been accepted anywhere
and apparently, I have commitment issues. After the date was over, I went home
and cried to my mom for over an hour about how
weird/crazy/holy-crap-what-just-happened that conversation was. (Huge hint #2
that the relationship was
DOOMED.)
I didn't break up with him then, like I really should have, but we ended up
dating for two more months. You know how when you're mad at someone and suddenly
everything they do is awful? That's pretty much what happened to me. He was
still being oh, so perfect and helpful. He tried helping me work on applications
for schools (the whole time talking about great the two of us together in a new
city would be), he tried helping me study for SATs, and he tried helping me work
through a fight with my sister. Nope. I wasn't having any of it. (Hint number 3
that the relationship was doomed.) There were many other little things that
really annoyed me as well, but I won't go into that.
Finally, one day, we went to a bookstore and I couldn't take it anymore. I did
the completely cliched "It's me, not you," line and everything. And he started
crying. Crying. I felt soooooooooo bad. It got worse when he started telling me
that I was his one true love and he would never find anyone like me again and
how could I do this to him? We were great together! Oh yeah, I felt horrible.
But I knew staying with him would be worse.
Now, before you condemn me for breaking his heart, I want to add that about
three weeks later (maybe less), he started dating a new girl. And according to
his sister, (whom I'm still friends with) they're thinking about getting married
now, all these years later. No, I wasn't the love of his life, but apparently
she is. Also, even more ironic, I stayed in our small hometown and went to
college there for two years before I was finally able to move out. So, even if
we had stayed together, there would have been no need for him to move across the
state with me.
When Sass Hogan catches her boyfriend
slow-dancing and doing the tongue-tango with Tori Double-D-Cup Hunter, she pays
him back the only way she knows how—by taking a tire iron to his beloved
'67 Mustang Fastback. There's only one problem. She's destroyed the wrong car.
Jordan Michaels wants his car fixed, now, and he wants Sass's auto body shop to
do it. But the handsome blond has a secret-he's really Jordan Carlyle of
Carlyle's Classics, Hogan's biggest competitor, and he's determined to prove
himself to his family.
As Sass and Jordan get to know each other, the depth of the attraction has them
falling in love. But a relationship based on lies will only leave them primed
for the worst wreck of their lives.
I actually had a minor one, and a major one. The minor one happened in High School. There was a guy that liked me, but I really didn't like him. He would wait around after one of my classes, to walk the hall with me to my next class, which gave me the creeps. At lunch, when he wasn't around, I told my friends, and one of the guys said that he would show up and pretend to be my boyfriend for a while, which he did!! I was so thankful to get this guy off of my tail, because I was really getting creeped out!! As for the big one, I was getting married. On the big day, my Dad said to me that "I could back out," right before he was going to walk me down the aisle!! We had dated for 5 years, and I thought my parents liked him!! As for my feelings?? Well... I wasn't head over heels, but I cared about him a lot. Anyway, all these years, there was one guy who I carried a torch for, but my Parents hated. He disappeared from my life, and reappeared through a mutual friend 5 years after I got married. My friend called me, and told me that he really wanted to see me again. At this point, my marriage wasn't that great. I was living under a microscope. Everything had to be approved by his parents, pretty much, even though we had our own house. My Husband was in constant contact with his Parents, and we went there every day. I didn't care if I lived or died, and went down to 80 lbs. Anyway, I worked it out to see HIM again, and it was like no time passed. The flame was still there for me, and it increased. I filed for a divorce, and moved out of my house. My family was livid, even though my Dad didn't remember what he said to me the day I got married, but eventually started to soften up once they saw how much better I was doing on my own. My Doctor, who was treating me for an injury I suffered on the job, said that I would have died, had I not gotten a Divorce, and he was a strict Catholic!! I ended up getting remarried within months, and have been married fo (Peggy Roberson 11:29am March 9, 2014)
I broke up with my brother's friend, which had him peeling out of the driveway leaving tire tracks on the road. Then, of course, he kept visiting my oldest brother, so it sure was awkward for quite awhile. (Alyson Widen 6:57pm March 14, 2014)
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