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He'd verbally, mentally, and physically abuse me. I was only 15. After a year and a half he left me; for someone else of course. However for five months after that he would still find a way to contact me and verbally/mentally abuse me. I never saw it as abuse, not until recently. I now understand what he did was wrong, and that it never really was a relationship. He has finally left me alone after seven months of not being together. I am healing and have found another guy …

The Summer of 2010 was magical, now wasn't it? His name was Joe, and he was my world. My everything, my life. If only it would've lasted. But I ended it, along with Summer. He judged me, condemned me, made me cry and shake. Who was he to tell me how to live my life? I couldn't handle it. So there went my first love. But we weren't in love were we? It was just an illusion, because I told you, that summer was magical. So there you have it. …

We broke up years ago.
Well, I say broke up; We were never officially dating, we never got past that awkward phase where you're crazy about each other, but you don't want anyone else to know. It was great at first, we went to bookshops and antique stores, we drank lemon tea and talked about books. We rode trains and shared umbrellas, we danced ever so slowly, and we kissed hard and fast. It was just... right.

But I guess I was the only person who felt the same …

SHE WANTS A MAN WITH A CAR
A MAN WITH MONEY
A MAN WITH MUSCLES
A SUCCESSFUL MAN
WELL...
I DONT HAVE A CAR YET
IM NOT RICH
AND I DONT HAVE MUSCLES
AND IM NOT SUCCESSFUL YET .
BUT THATS WHAT SHE WANTS
THEN IM NOT WHAT YOU WANT.

I never really went to college. My body attended classes, I graduated, but my spirit was with Matt. Matt was twenty-one and I was sixteen when we met. At eighteen, when I was supposed to go away to college, I could not handle the thought of being ripped from my father figure and thrust into the scary world of other people and opportunities. I was determined to stay with the Siamese twin who owned me.

Matt was a short man, owned guns, hated people of color (even though I …

Jeremy. Just his name sends metaphorically painful butterflies through my gut. I know how childish it is to remain so utterly entranced by his very being.... but what can I say, I'm a glutton for pain. It's a good thing too, because pain is all I hear in his name. Pain and the vague recollection of his tender words, now shrouded in a haze of bitterness and rage.
He was the closest I've ever had to a boyfriend, admittedly by choice. Having …

I wonder how many people out there at some point in their life have managed to convince themselves that they are actually on the Truman show. Come on, admit it, you know you’ve done it.


Whoever is writing the storylines to my life is having a jolly good laugh at my expense. This week has been far too coincidental to be unwritten. Someone has a plan. And whoever it is, I think they should rapidly get the sack. Their plot stinks and from my perspective their sense of …

We arrived at the house upstate, just as her friend and his three house guests were about to sit down to dinner, just as the night took over and the surrounding woods came alive with sound.

My head ached the dull constant ache that to me was the pounding incessant emptiness of New York City as we all sat around the table on the back porch at the bottom of a wide stretch of grass, a lone candle flickering in the midst of the food and a bottle …

I married my husband in '04. Before that we had been dating for 3 years straight, and, prior to a breakup that lasted 4 1/2 months, we dated for 5 years. But, that breakup is still fresh in my mind. I'd found out he was cheating on me, and of course, it was splitsville for us. At the end of those 4 1/2 months, he came back asking for me to forgive what he had done.I did, and you know what followed that. But recently, he was acting odd, going …

I don't have a heart breaking story of love and loss, or one of a passionate but tragic romance that spun out of control. Just a simple wisp of a relationship, a flicker that burnt out before it had the chance to become a flame. He never knew how much I wanted him, the relationship, or the opportunity to maybe fall in love for the first time. It wouldn't have mattered to him anyway. But now it's over, which I have accepted. Didn't last long enough to matter. What makes …

Last two years of college I worked at the town's hot new bar. My costume? A cat print leotard with tail, whiskers, fishnet stockings and 5 inch spike heels. One day my Accounting professor walked in with his family and said "You're doing this to make money?" I reminded him that I still scored straight A's in his class.

I felt uncomfortable but I kept on working. Where else could I make that kind of money?

Still, at school I managed to get on the Dean's honor …

This is the story of a boy and a girl. He was looking for some girl to boast about to his friends. She was looking for love. they found each other, and found what they were looking for. they girl thought she found her prince charming, and the boy found his sucker.
And so they went out. the girl was happy. He treated her right, and listened to her. the boy was happy. she was hot, and a girl all boys wanted. And so he talked. and when he was …

Coach Haynes was the best english teacher I had. She made my freshman year memorable, but her son, Andy, made my sophomore year even more important. He was my first boyfriend, tall, thin, and adorably geeky. To him, I was just a "little girl", though I was only a year and some odd months younger than him. He was my first kiss, first, "I love you", and first make out. Coach Haynes won't let me forget that. How did his mom find out about the intamacy of our relationship? One …

The ages of 7-9 were very hard for me. My dog that I'd had my entire life died, and the two people I was closest to had died. On top of that my parents decided to get divorced. I didn't act out on any of this untill middle school, but that never went further than being an outright JERK to my mother and my stepfather and never going to see my dad. Then in high school I met this girl and we became instant best friends. We did everything together, …

I am in St Croix for the baobabs.
I know so much about them I sometimes forget that I’ve never seen one in real life. I am dying to see one, to glimpse in person something I’ve been researching for so long. I’ve spent so many hours combing through articles about the tree. Articles about the medicinal uses of its leaves, about the nutritional powder made from crushing the seeds, and of course the insects. That is why I study it, for the insects. The cotton-stainer that breeds on the …

We had been friends for over 5 years. Niether felt this closely connected until last september. We started dating and learned each others secrets. I found he had a very painful past, he was abused, depressed and had attempted suicide.. Or so i thought. Many of my friends began telling me how he lied to them all the time and i began to question. Many of his storys began to fall apart. After two months i ended it with him. He began texting me and showing up at my house …

6 months. I know it doesnt sound like much, but to me it was. I never slept with him (thank god), never even made out with him. He was the perfect gentleman. Going into it i never expected love, but I found it waiting for me with open arms! 6 months came and gone, and one day he broke it off saying "I dont think I ever loved you, I dont really even think i know what love is." I had noone growing up, and verbaly abusive father and only …

It took nearly five months for me to fall in love with him. It took him only two to fall in love with me.

Let me be up front with this: I have issues. I have lots of issues.

One of these "issues" is my inability to open up to people and to ever let anyone all the way into my head. I couldn't. I still can't.

And this is why we are no longer a we. No longer an us.

Unfortunately, I think …

He dated a friend I went to elementary school with. Told her he'd kill himself if she ever left him... should have listened to her when she said he was crazy.
We started dating and he seemed very protective and nice. I started hanging out with some different people and we grew apart quickly. We broke up and moved on (so I thought) to other people. I dated a guy for 4 years, he dated girls on and off. He was my rebound when I broke up with my …

Time has always felt fluid to me, but never more than when I was with him. Hours would flash by in a second, months elapsed in a day. A week was a year in his company. "A lifetime within a lifetime." It seems impossible, yet it was so. "Hello" never came soon enough, and "goodbye" was ever snatching us apart too soon. 

Laughter pealed out like the bells of a cathedral wherever we were. I loved that. More than our laughter, I loved listening to him talk. He could …
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