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Me and my Girlfriend broke up after going out for 6 months exactly! We talked very little for months, i was heart broken, i couldnt bear i lost my first Girlfriend over something which to me meant quite a bit, but because i was insecure, what i thought was important, really wasnt!
It was a long time ago, and i can't remember the details, but we started speaking properly, over about a year, we grew into best friends, we were inseprable, i was so happy she was finally back in …

Love is a funny thing. It sneaks in & tears down all of the walls that took so many years & tears to build. I didn't expect to fall in love with him but he tore down the walls & made me forget the tears.
I met him in a time of strength & solitude & happiness. I met him when I, for the first time, truly felt like myself. I met him & he showed me the kind of love that I thought …

Dear ex-boyfrend,

everything is my fault!
all of this happened between yu and I is all because of me!
if i hadn't done what i did,we probably would have still been together.
i kno we would because if that hadn't happened,i wuld have done anything to make our relationship work!
but i believe that everything happens for a reason
and noone is perfect,everyoone makes a mistake in our life that we will regret!
&& i regret this one,if i could have taken bakk' and do this all over i …

Ten years, new girl, memory loss.
We dated for about 2 years before he cheated on me. he then blamed the entire incident on me, saying it was my fault for never "listening to him." Eventually we broke up, best decision i've ever made. i only then realized that i dated him out of extreme guilt.

my friend facebook stalked him this year (we broke up in 2009) and told me that he has gained roughly 30 lbs.

i suppose karma can be quite bitchy, no?

And I kept telling myself that I hated you, but we both know that's not true. You pride yourself in being my first love. I think it was your ego, really. Your uncontrollable need to be in the center of everything.

There's not really even that much to love. You're hurtful, you like to play around with people's emotions. Life is a big game to you. You even told me yourself.

"I like to create huge webs of lies. There fun to keep up with. They make life …

He says, i can break your arm.
she replies, its not just my arm you can break.

he says, free yourself this afternoon.
and she replies, only if you will.

and he asks, can i kiss you?
and she replied, yes.

he asks, how’ve you been.
and she replies, i’ve been living.
with or without you.

i gave you my heart, you gave me the flu and a lousy cry.

My ex-husband was a professional magician whose best trick ever was making me disappear.

Call my ex-housemate Dawson. I’m short but he was shorter. And tinier, bonier, thinner, with an oversized head and eyes. He told me once that he had been born with a tumor pressing on some gland that allows you to grow. That made him small.

He played the theremin like a weirdo and used to hang upside down on a contraption screwed into his door frame. He liked me more than I liked him. I think he would be surprised to know I didn’t really like him. I can …

Two days after we broke up I received a package in the mail. It contained the following items:

1. A toothbrush I used a few times at her place.
2. A small sketch I had quickly done to explain stained-glass windows.
3. A ten-dollar coin bank in the shape of a robot.
4. A pen.

I added the contents of this package to the shopping bag of stuff she dropped off for me that held more gifts I had given her like lingerie and a dress. In short, …

I am tired of being an ex-wife.....
When am I allowed to check ...single....instead of divorced?
How long do you have to be widowed to be single?
I have realized that divorce is somewhat of a developmental process....my expectations.....that my ex and I would be friendly...that we would n't disparage each other...that the kids would keep us from exercising poor judgement......all wrong.
For me - I had to stop thinking about my ex.....and move on....not depending on him....not seeing him as a supporter or a detractor.....
Kind of took the …

My wife and I were happy professionals, living the good life in Hawaii. Then, I did what I had done my entire life, got bored and looked for someone who idolized me. someone who made me feel more special than I was. I met a woman who met my superficial needs and it soon escalated from an affair to a series of bad decisions and my failed marriage. I married the woman knowing she was wrong, but I had to save face and convince everyone that I made a conscious …

So i went out with this guyyy.....
and at the beginning it was all good until idkkk wat happen but we fell apart. He started going out with my worst enemy. that broke me down to pieces and now hes in this fukked up JAM! cant get out of and he askes me for help. what i do? i help him i will always have his backk. i think i love him to much to just let it goo!


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...Whilst walking down a Brooklyn block, my mutt and I were shocked. The following day, my love conveyed the reason for the episode from a friend in school. Needless to say, prognosis correct, downhill the health went. Upon awakening from the worst of it, well, "it" was over. "You take the mutt, I'll take LA.", not a fair trade, I feel. I'll deal with the wrinkles and vitamin D overload. Now love and friend dine together in the cold, sweat, stench and noise...with mutt. I like to look forward to …

Its funny, humans by nature are judgemental. Many situation that you will never be in, you seem to claim to know an awful lot about or at least you claim you do. I never thought it was ok to cheat, and I never will, but what if the only corner you have left before contemplating suicide is in the arms of another, not out of spite or resentment but purely because you of wanting to feeling of being human again....

I met my ex in med school the first …

Its funny, humans by nature are judgemental. Many situation that you will never be in, you seem to claim to know an awful lot about or at least you claim you do. I never thought it was ok to cheat, and I never will, but what if the only corner you have left before contemplating suicide is in the arms of another, not out of spite or resentment but purely because you of wanting to feeling of being human again....

I met my ex in med school the first …

It’s never going to be easy explaining this without any sort of rage bubbling through, but I’ll try.

She befriends you after you’ve left the country – still reeling from the hit of leaving friends behind(proper ones made for the first time in your life), she knows you’re an idiot with women, have never had a girlfriend, made comical errors in trying to hook up with girls you’ve fancied and only made an arse of yourself. She knows all this; some of it right at the beginning of contact, …

I place your picture in front of me not because I still love you but to remember I will never let you hurt me again.

We parted ways. One life stayed in limbo, the other moved ahead to forget but one day you will remember what you lost. You will want it all back. Too late. Limbo has an expiration date. I just found mine. Did you find yours?

I place your picture in front of me to remember not what I lost but all I have gained …
Do you remember me? I think of you sometimes at night. I wonder if you miss the way I ran my fingers through your hair and you closed your eyes not only aroused by the caressing but the tenderness of the massage. I wonder if you miss my giggle for I miss your cackle. Sometimes I miss the way we never fought and if we did it never lasted long before we laughed at the stupidity. When you kiss her, hold her or are away from her does the thought …

After a 25 year affair with a married man ever on the verge of righting the wrongs and too many nights of his coming to see me with teary apologies, begging me to just hang in there – to give him time to think, to clear his head, to come to a decision - it’s over. It’s Over, capital O over and I can’t care anymore. I can’t care that I was never the Wife, capital W. That I never was the chosen mother of the …
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