TRUE STORIES

Breaking Up Isn't Hard to Do After All

Ten travelers win DVDs of the movie "2 Days In Paris" for their anecdotes of breakups—and near breakups—on the road. (Note: To protect people's privacy, we've only published first names.)

It's like a scene from 2 Days in Paris!
My girlfriend and I had been dating for four months when we went on vacation to Paris. She is a French teacher, and I do not speak French. One day, my girlfriend decided to take a picture of a police car that was parked near our hotel. She was lining up the shot when an undercover police officer approached her. He was trying to tell her something, and she was refusing to listen to him. The conversation became heated, with both of them yelling loudly in French and using a lot of arm gestures. I had no clue what they were saying, but I knew it was not good. I tried to tell my girlfriend to just leave, but she kept arguing with the police officer. This went on for a while. Finally, the officer reached for his handcuffs and motioned for my girlfriend to turn around. At this point, I panicked, thinking that my girlfriend is going to jail, and I will have no way of knowing how to get her out. Selfishly, I also thought, "How am I going to get back to the airport if my girlfriend is in a French prison for breaking some weird law?" Luckily, I'm also a police officer and I had my I.D. with me. I showed the officer my police I.D. card. He turns to me and says in perfect English, "This crazy lady wants to take a picture of a police car and I keep trying to tell her that it is illegal." I told him that the crazy lady was my girlfriend and that she would not take a picture of the police car if we could just go on our way. He started laughing and we started talking about police work. He ended up giving us a tour of the police station. My girlfriend never did get the opportunity to photograph the police car. Yet we survived the remainder of the trip, and we've been happily married for the past six years. Jack

One trip, but two breakups (...if you don't count the other breakup)
My then-boyfriend and I booked a week in Belize several months in advance. Then we broke up, and I was stuck with non-refundable reservations. I asked a well-traveled, VERY platonic male friend to go with me and split the cost. Two months before the trip, I started dating another man, who became highly jealous of my planned trip with my friend. To alleviate any fears, I introduced them. Once in Belize, my friend turned out not to be interested in visiting any of the nightclubs or happy hours. Although he was a certified diver and brought his equipment, he refused to go dive with me on the one clear day we had. Meanwhile, when I called my boyfriend back home, he continually accused me of "getting with" my platonic friend. Whatever! The trip soon became the longest week of my life. I came home sunburned, mosquito-bitten, and tired of my "friend." My new guy picked me up at the airport and, when I showed him a digital photo of a message I'd written in the sand that said "I miss you," he accused me of having written it for someone else! We didn't last long after that, and I have never traveled with my friend since. Kelly

He's the ultimate passive-aggressive
The guy I was going out with for almost two years and my two sons (ages 19 and 23) took a multi-city road trip. The first night I asked him where his C-PAP machine was. (He needs it to treat his apnea, a sleeping disorder.) Ohh...he had forgot it. We were all sleeping in one room. The snoring was soooo bad that the boys went out in the car at 2 a.m. in Baltimore, Md., to get some sleep. I slept on the bathroom floor. In D.C., he got his own room for one night. We couldn't sleep in Philly or New York City either, and he was too cheap to buy us a separate room. We broke up soon after I got back. But I'd like to visit those cities again with a nicer more considerate guy!! Sue

Rage against the machine
Ten months ago, my boyfriend and I took a spring break trip to Las Vegas. One evening after dinner, we decided to go fill up our gas tank and take in the lights on the Strip. Like most men, my boyfriend is very much into the electronic gadgets. So, to find a gas station, he needs to turn on his navigation system to look for one. In this case, it was absurd, because the station we were heading to was one we had already used and knew where it was. But for some reason that evening, his gadget couldn't find the station we wanted to go to. It kept telling him to make a U-turn that took us away from the station. He knew "she" (the female voice of the GPS device) was wrong, but wouldn't admit it. When I started telling him to just drive down the street, and "in about a mile, we will be there", he said, "I don't know of any gas station down that way!" He got upset. I got upset. We argued over why he prefers to listen to that "automated female voice" instead of listening to me. And to tell you the truth, at other times on our trips, I just wanted "that woman" to shut up. When we finally got to the gas station, I got out of the car and started to walk back to the hotel, which was about a couple miles away. It was in the middle of the night, and it took me about an hour and a half. We never said another word to each other except for "I am ready to go home." And that was the last time we talked to each other. Huong

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