When you're in a relationship, you can put up with a lot for a long time. But then one day, you've had it. It might not be a very big thing but it's the last straw. For one reader, it was seeing her boyfriend standing on the coffee table ...

... I was seeing a man who was unpredictable. On some days our relationship was wonderful, at other times he was downright mean to me. Yet, I loved him very much. We had lived together and broken up several times in the two years I was with him. I knew it was over when on one of his moody days he called up my employer and the employers of my children to tell them lies about us. That made it so much simpler to never see, speak or care about him ever again.

... I spent seven years with a guy who was an alcoholic and so religious that he made his crazy ideas and idiosyncrasies into his own doctrine. He drank every evening and binged on the weekends because it was his "hobby." He wouldn't have sex because of his faith and he wouldn't marry me because the time wasn't right. For some reason, I thought I could change him.

I finally woke up when he stood on my coffee table while telling a drunken story. I finally got it — he didn't respect me. But the final blow was when he was too hung-over to go to dinner to "celebrate" our seven year anniversary. That was the night we were supposed to discuss getting married. I recently found out that he married the next girl he met after me because "the time was right." I'm betting it was because she didn't care if he stood on her coffee table.

... My boyfriend's mother told me she had never seen her son more miserable and I was the one who made him that way. When Josh walked out of the shower, he found me on the couch, in hysterics. I told him what had happened. He left me to go console her! That's when I knew it was over.

... I was 38 and panicky about never getting married. I'd been dating Andrew for a couple of months. He took me for a romantic dinner and over dessert, he asked me to marry him. Without hesitating for a second, I said no. That made me realize how little I cared for him.

... The phone rang and I saw his name on my caller ID. I didn't answer the phone. I knew if I didn't want to talk to him then, I never would again. And I haven't.

... The touch of his hands on me made my skin crawl. There is no going back from there.

... She snorted when she laughed. She always snorted when she laughed, but one day I knew I couldn't spend another minute listening to it.

I knew it was love ... I knew it was over ... Fill in the blanks and send them, along with your relationship questions and problems to cheryllavinrapp@gmail.com. And check out my ebook, "Dear Cheryl: Advice from Tales from the Front."

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