Well.
My girlfriend of late was pretty normal when I started dating her. Just chillin', still shared some common interests, etc. etc.
Well.
This chick turned out to be crazy. One day, when I didn't sit next to her at lunch, she gave back the necklace I gave her for her birthday. Because I didn't sit next to her. It's not like I sat at another table or anything, no, I sat like one seat away from her, and she gave me the necklace back.
Then, later in our relationship, I needed to get to class real fast. So I said by and went to class without walking her to hers. She cried. You heard right, she cried because I didn't walk her to class.
After this, it turned out I moved her down (quite by accident) on my myspace top friends. She calls me, and starts crying. Yet again, she starts crying. For moving her down on my myspace top eight. For less than five minutes. Dang.
That's not even the worst of it. When we broke up, we were at an NHS meeting. I sat down, she sat somewhere behind me. I didn't move, why would I? The bitch sat somewhere else. Well, again she got all mad at me for a completely dumb reason, me not looking at her. When I finally did look at her, she cried.
Yep, she cried.
So, because she was surrounded by her circle of comforting friends, I figured I would wait outside, trying to talk to her there (where there wasn't so many ovaries). Well, while walking away, that woman pulled me back by the collar of my shirt, and told me things were through.
Moral of the story: Never let your girlfriend wear the pants.
Ever.