12 People Revealed the Habit That Slowly Ruined Their Relationships

Not every relationship ends with a dramatic fight or a clear betrayal. Sometimes, it’s the small habits -the ones you brush off, excuse, or even mistake for love — that slowly erode everything. Here are some stories about the subtle partner’s behavior that ended relationships long before anyone said goodbye.

• My first boyfriend refused to eat anything his mom didn’t cook. The one exception was Steak ’n Shake. He straight up told me that if he tasted something that his mom didn’t cook, he would still say, “EW” even if it didn’t taste bad. He had trained himself to have this sort of reaction. © exitosa / Reddit

• He was the most supportive partner I’d ever had. He reminded me to drink water, texted me good-luck messages before meetings, and always asked how my day went. It wasn’t until I was sick one week that I noticed something strange. Every time I mentioned a symptom, he’d casually Google it — and then tell me how dangerous it sounded. By the end of the week, I wasn’t just anxious. I was terrified. I realized his habit wasn’t caring. It was control disguised as concern.

• When she is drinking coffee & goes “aaaahhh” after every sip... I feel like leaving forever every time. © g219m / Reddit

• I dated a guy who was always loud and was a movie talker. Going to see a movie in the theater was always embarrassing because the people around us would glare while he was loudly speaking over the movie, oblivious to how much it was bothering everyone. © secretly_banana / Reddit

• I dated this guy who was a total “one-upper.” About pretty much everything, and even things that made no sense. If someone said, “Wow, I am so full, I just ate 3 cheeseburgers.” He would say, “Well, I ate 4 the other day, and I wasn’t even full.”
  At first, I don’t think he noticed it, but then other people and I started to call him out on it. It was funny sometimes because his “one-upping” would be so ridiculous at times, but then it got to the point where it hurt our relationship.
  It started to bother me a lot because I would be genuinely proud of a personal accomplishment of my own, and I’d be excited to tell him, and he would be like, “Oh, that’s easy, I have done that like 10 times already.” We broke up for numerous reasons, this being one of them. © pinkponies7 / Reddit

• Had one that would just say, “That’s nice” to pretty much everything, no matter how exciting.
  I’m back from work! That’s nice.
  I brought flowers! That’s nice.
  And a puppy? That’s nice.
  And I won the lottery. That’s nice.
  Really, that’s a tiny thing, but some days it just got on my nerves so much. © Unknown author / Reddit

• He insisted on paying for everything. Dates, groceries, even my coffee. I thought it was generous — until he started reminding me. Casually at first. Jokes. “After all I’ve done for you.” One night, during an argument, instead of talking about his feelings, he listed expenses. That’s when I realized the bill was never free.

• He was late. A lot. At first, it was okay. You know, he’s busy, and he has other things to do and that’s fine. But eventually, he started being late every single time we met up.
  We’d end up missing cinema showings, he was even late for meals with my family, which was awkward. He was two hours late when we were going on holiday. It went from 10 minutes late to 30 minutes late to an hour late. Sometimes it was less and sometimes more, but every single time we met up, he was late.
  And he’d never text me and let me know. I’m like, dude, you live 15 mins away; if it’s the time you’re supposed to be arriving, and you’re not even dressed yet, just let me know! A quick text is fine. Just so I can keep gaming, reading, or watching TV, knowing I won’t be interrupted to go out in a couple of mins.
  The final straw was when I dressed up for a nice little celebratory dinner, and he was over three hours late. I didn’t hear a word. I was texting and calling just to find out where he was, and I just got “I’m just leaving!” the couple of times he bothered answering.
  Eventually, I took off my nice outfit and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. We couldn’t really go for dinner at like 10:30 pm, so we just ate a pre-packed sandwich whilst parked in Tesco’s car park. I broke up with him the next day. © BRDtheist / Reddit

• He had just turned 19, and I was 24. He was sure of his feelings, bought me a diamond necklace, and was planning our future. I thought it was sweet—he seemed so sure of what he wanted.
  Everything seemed perfect until one night, when I noticed something unusual. He had a habit of checking my phone when I wasn’t around, something I hadn’t caught on to before. I immediately broke up with him.

• He loved telling stories about us to other people. Funny ones. Romantic ones.
  I noticed they kept changing. By the time I corrected him once, he looked offended — like I was ruining his narrative. That’s when I realized our relationship mattered less than the version he performed.

• I dated a hoarder... We loved the same movies, books, and music. He had a great sense of humor and loved mine. But he was a hoarder.
  He dressed well and was a professional musician who was making great money. But he was a hoarder. He was smart and charming.
  But I just could not get past the stinky, dirty hoard he lived in. He wanted to buy us a house and get married. I suggested a duplex, and he could come visit, but the hoarder could not move in. I finally broke it off.
  I love him still, but I cannot deal with a hoarder. He has “tried” therapy, and as many know, hoarding disorder is nearly incurable. He had a very rough upbringing; I completely understand how and why he became a hoarder, as much as one who isn’t can. But I just couldn’t deal with the smells, the bugs, the rats, ohmygod. © mountainsunset123 / Reddit

• He cried a lot. And I’d like to clarify what I mean by this. He didn’t just cry every now and then. He cried All. The. Time.
  When we were out together, he acted the part of the big macho guy. But when we were alone? Anything could set him off.
  We were lying in my bed one time, and my roommate was having a pretty heated discussion over the phone with her parents in the other room. Suddenly, I felt my shirt getting wet, and he’s got his face in my shoulder, sobbing. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, “I just feel so bad for her.” He barely knew my roommate.
  Anytime I wanted to talk to him about our relationship or about problems I was having, regardless of whether or not these problems were serious, he cried. Every time. What are you supposed to do when every time you try to talk about your relationship, one of you breaks down sobbing?
  I understand that he probably had a lot of unresolved issues, but it was almost like he was expecting me to take on all of this emotional baggage by only choosing to cry in front of me. I have plenty of emotional baggage already, and my first instinct when I go into a relationship is not to thrust all of it into the other person’s hands. Needless to say, it didn’t work out. © Unknown author / Reddit

Looking back, most of them say the same thing — the signs were there all along. Love isn’t only about grand gestures or shared memories. It’s about the everyday moments, the habits we tolerate, and the boundaries we don’t set. Sometimes, what ends a relationship isn’t one big mistake — but a quiet pattern we ignore for too long.