The WORST ‘I Should’ve Left That Second’ Dating Stories Ever

My little sister died in a car accident. His reaction? "Well, that’s a curve ball," and he threw a party with his friends at our place. I locked myself with my 8-month-old baby in a bedroom and just cried. Yeah, I should’ve run out the door and never looked back that very night.

He broke my kitty's leg by throwing him against a table—all because the cat knocked over a cup (which wasn’t even his cup!).

We got into a fight, he accidentally elbowed me and when I said, “Ow, you hit me,” he flipped out - then cut his own arm to “punish himself.” He severed two nerves and lost use of his hand. I felt guilty and stayed a while, but looking back, I really should’ve left that second. Later he had to have part of his arm amputated. Wild.

We argued about who painted Starry Night. He INSISTED it was Charles Dickens. I calmly pulled out “A Tale of Two Cities” from the shelf and said, “So the author of this book painted the painting?” He called me dumb and tried to throw the book at my head. Missed and broke the painting frame instead. Classy.

Two weeks into dating, he lost it and called me every name because I smiled and thanked the cashier at Walgreens. I tried kicking him out, but he refused to leave and threatened the cops wouldn’t believe me. Spent 3 years terrified but finally escaped thanks to a call to my sister.

He was angry that I didn’t want to sleep with him the night we buried my 50-year-old mom. I left 10 days later. You do you, and he did not get that memo.

We went to a party, I crashed in the truck’s back seat because I was tired. He had two handles of liquor but wanted to party more. I told him to wake me up to drive us home. I woke up to him driving and, right after, he flipped the truck down an embankment. We should’ve died. He lied to the cops and got away with it somehow. I walked away physically fine but it was the worst relationship ever.

He handed me a two-page, front-and-back list of things he hated about me and said he thought it would be “constructive.” Spoiler: it wasn’t.

I told him, “When is a door not a door? When it’s ajar.” He got REALLY mad because "a door can’t be a jar." I laughed thinking it was a joke, but nope - he was seriously triggered. Weirdest argument ever.

He said, “No one’s ever told me I’m a good man before.” I thought he just hadn’t found the right love. Now I’m like, OHHHHHH, there was definitely a reason.

My dad passed away about two weeks into the relationship. Less than a month later, he got mad at me for still grieving. Yikes.

He held a knife to my service dog’s throat, then actually threw the knife at me. Honestly, I can't even explain why I didn’t call the cops right that second.

When I told him I was pregnant with his son, he just said, “cool” and then went to take a nap. I cried and he asked if I wanted a hug, then promptly went back to sleep. I even had it on video. He demanded I delete it later during our divorce. Yeah, not how anyone wants to find out!

While I was pregnant, he pinned me down and choked me, pressing his weight on my belly. When he finally stopped, I sobbed, repeating, "You were on my belly." He just looked disgusted and called me a liar. Such a bizarre nightmare. Ladies, it REALLY does get better once you get out of that mess.

After our home birth, the placenta didn’t come out, so I had to get emergency hospital care. While I was stuck there with the baby, he took off for a 4-hour trip to finish pledging with a fraternity. He was pushing 40. That’s when I really started to see what kind of guy he was.

On a trip to NYC that he paid for, he got mad when I repeated a cashier’s question to him (because he didn’t understand her accent). He said I embarrassed him, called me ungrateful, and abandoned me in the middle of the city. I had to figure out the subway and get to the airport solo. Fun times.

On our honeymoon backpacking in Europe, he hid my passport and punched me in the spine when I looked for it. He held it hostage to force "marital duties." It took 6 months of escalating physical abuse before I finally left. This was only the start.

He got mad because the dad of someone he was 'texting' (a 15-year-old) reached out to him. Claimed he didn’t know she was a minor. Not even his first cheating scandal, and I stayed with him for another TEN years.

I never met his mom because "she was a crazy alcoholic," but I’m pretty sure it was because she'd call him out on his lies—including the one where she supposedly passed away.

I went all out to throw him a birthday party—decorations, cupcakes, invites, the whole shebang. When he got home, he straight-up uninvited me and partied with his friends...without me. Yep, sat home alone.

He put an open knife blade on my dog’s collar and laughed when I tried to grab it with my bare hands. Also blocked the door when I tried to leave after he used racist and hateful slurs. Nope nope nope.

Our neighbor accused him of peeking into her home to watch her and her kids. I didn’t believe it until the upstairs neighbor confirmed he was creeping on her too. Oh, and he was LAW ENFORCEMENT. Wild.

We worked together. One day, he got mad that I was talking to a male coworker and started strangling me. Then, after I scared him enough to stop, he whispered, “This is why I like you—I need someone who can handle me.”

We got into a fight and he locked me in the back of his truck, driving to who-knows-where, telling me he was going to k**l me and nobody would find me. I was 16/17, terrified, and stuck for another year. Crazy times.

In 2014, he started rambling insanely about Hillary Clinton conspiracies and sent me propaganda videos. I realized then he didn’t just dislike women—he straight-up HATED us.

When I was 7 months pregnant, I asked him for tea. He flipped out, called me selfish, then climbed onto the balcony threatening to jump.

I should've left the first time he hit me, but definitely that night when, driving down the motorway, I held onto his seatbelt to stop him from jumping out at 70mph. Then he punched and kicked the windshield—me still driving! He claimed he remembered nothing the next day. I stayed for another year. Yep.

Stayed at his mom’s place one night. The next morning she said, “Oh, this one has manners.”

A day before proposing, we fought, and he chucked the ring at me, vowing he'd never marry me. Twenty-four hours later, he called me, apologized, and went through with it—because friends and family were waiting. We divorced 10 days ago.

He disappeared for a full day with his gay best friend, who had paid for his bail and car repairs. Not that his friends can’t be gay, but this guy was actually his sugar daddy (and the ex girlfriend’s brother). So, all those gifts he gave me? Actually the sugar daddy’s money.

We were entering the mall, and he held the door for an old lady with a cane. Once she was gone, he started ranting about how disabled people are entitled and that it’s not his job to open doors for them.