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Thanks to everyone who sent in their "done-me-wrong" stories and dedications. Your response was quite overwhelming! Here are a few letters that we received:
My ex-girlfriend had me wiped like a dog. I did everything for her. We were young and in love, you know how that goes. I broke up with her thinking she can change and then we would get back together. God, was I wrong. After killing Thumper, the bunny I gave her for Easter, she made up lies saying she was having my baby. We went out for a dramatic two-and-a-half years. It's a good thing I'm still young.
Richard, California
You do not know how long I have waited to say this! My dedication is going out to my old high school. More specifically, the people who inhabited that high school. I grew up in a rather poor family and unfortunately; everyone at my high school knew this and never let me forget it. This dedication goes out to my classmates who enjoyed calling me white trash, made fun of my clothes and called me Goodwill Girl. This dedication goes out to the guidance counselor who told me I could not go to a college because, although my grades were decent, they weren't good enough for a scholarship and my family couldn't afford tuition to a college. This dedication goes out to the color guard coach who appointed another girl captain due to the fact that color guard captains are required to attend band, and as I overheard her telling another teacher, she did not want me to suffer the humiliation of being unable to afford to go. This dedication goes out to the people whom I thought were my friends but who stopped hanging out with me because I did not have a car and could not afford to go out to dances and restaurants with them every night. To these people I say, "You may have hurt me, but by no means did you break me!" I would like to dedicate "Harper Valley P.T.A." to my old high school, Edward Little in Auburn, Maine, because in the song she does what I wish I had the nerve to do, and that is tell the school to kiss my ---.
Sincerely, Carol
I'd like to dedicate Toby Keith's "How Do You Like Me Now?!" to the guy that left me to go fishing and slept with my best friend. I am now dating a Marine who treats me right and loves me to no end. I hope you end up lonely. You don't deserve to be with a woman. You lie, cheat, and you give men as a whole a bad name.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
When I was 7years old, my mother left me on the front steps of the Department of Children Services. I went through a rough time trying to adjust with all the new surroundings. When I turned 11, my mother wanted me back. I admit, since I was away for her for so long, I wanted all her attention. Well, she remarried for the sixth time, and I was not a happy camper. So when I was 12, she sent me back and said if I didn't like her having a husband again than I didn't belong with her. I was then once again tossed around from foster home to foster home. Until recently I have been so angry at everyone that I wouldn't let anyone near me because I didn't want to be left again. Now I am 17, I have my own horse, I have a 3.2 GPA, and I have fallen in love with my true family. I don't wake up anymore wondering if I am going to do something wrong and be sent away for it, but that when I wake up, I thank God every day for blessing me with such a wonderful family. CMT, is there a way that you could find a song for my new family to tell them just how much I love them?
Thank you,
Dawn in Tennessee
I was supposed to go on a date with my boyfriend of six months. I went to go meet him at a really fancy restaurant because it was our six-month anniversary, but when I got there, I checked in and the hostess said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you guys cancelled." I called my boyfriend, and he told me this extremely sad and depressing, and not to mention RUDE, story that he had two girlfriends and that he chose her over me. I cried forever after that.
Jennifer in Florida
I am a 20-year-old college kid going to school at UT. About 10 years ago, this girl named Kristin walked though the doors of sixth grade and my life. All through junior high, we where best of friends and were in love. You never really forget your first love. I don't think anyone really does. But once it came time to go to high school, we kind of went different paths. She was going to another high school where her parents taught school. We didn't talk at all out freshman year of high school. But our sophomore years were different. We saw each at football games and got to talking, and that small flame between us turned into a seven-story bonfire. We talked every day, spent every second with each other. Then we graduated from high school and had a falling out. We really haven't spoken since, but not a day goes by that I don't think of her, and I am sure it's the same way around. Not to sound like a loser, but it’s like Dawson and Joey from Dawson's Creek. And that's my love lost song. Ladies, please wipe your tears.
Thanks – Jared in Tennessee
How do you like me now? To all the guys who graduated with me at Spring Ford High School who made fun of my thick glasses and being overweight. Well, now I am thin and wear contacts and became the ugly duckling who is now a swan. So boys, how do you like ME now? You should have been nice to me.
MAB
Hi! My name is Morgan, and yes, I am only 14. Last September, I met this really great guy! I know I am young and I knew I wouldn't marry him or anything, but it's just that from the first time that I laid my eyes on him, I knew we would get together! He was a year older than me, but that didn't stop me from trying. We started talking and about a week or two later he ended up asking me out! That day was wonderful. I felt as if I was floating on cloud nine! We stayed together from September till around January and then we broke up. But we stayed apart for only a month knowing we both still cared for each other soooo very much! Well, around late February, he asked me back out. I still cared for him so much, so y'all can probably guess what my answer was? YES! Of course! And well, we went out for a while again and then he was leaving for a band trip with some girls that weren't exactly my friends! He left and everything was just fine! The next day, he ended up calling me while he was gone on someone else's cell phone! We talked, and he ended up telling me that he thought he was going to get down to Florida and miss me, but he didn't! When I heard those words, I started to break down and cry right there on the phone! To make things worse, I heard all these people in the background going, "How is she taking it?" Well, I guess I wasn't taking it too well! That night I cried myself to sleep thinking about all the good memories he and I had together, and I knew no one could take those away from me! Monday came and it was another day at school! Needless to say I found out that day that he had cheated on me with one of those flirty lil' girls! I was so devastated! But I guess I will get over him, and I will go through a lot, but he prepared me for life and all the heartbreak I would go through! Well, thank you for reading this. It feels good to have everyone know what I went through!
Sincerely, Morgan
I was just about 9 years old, but in my mind, I was at least 16, and I thought the little boy who lived down the street from me, David, was the cutest boy I had ever seen. He was about 11 years old, and I thought he liked me, too. I claimed him as my boyfriend. Then, one day, I was playing in the yard with the little girl who lived across the street and David came and was talking to us. Much to my surprise, David wasn't interested in anything I had to say, but was all goo-goo eyed over the other little girl. I kept trying to get David's attention by talking to him about things he had been interested in when we talked before, but he didn't seem to care about anything I said. Then the final insult … David told me that he would give me a penny if I would go home! I was shattered! I didn't take his penny but turned around with tears in my eyes and went home. About eight years later, I was 17 and had turned into a very curvy and attractive girl. David was 19 and thought he was God's gift to women. I'm sure he didn't remember the penny incident that broke my little heart just eight years earlier when he sat down next to me at a booth in McDonald's and asked me to go out with him that Saturday night. It gave me the greatest of pleasure to dig into the pocket of my jeans and find a penny. I flipped it onto the table and said to him, "Get lost, Dave. I've got a date with Kevin Saturday night."
I want to dedicate "Independence Day" to Donald, my ex-husband. If I didn't leave when I did, that was what was going to happen to him.
Thanks. Keri
I loved a girl once very deeply. We sang karaoke to each other every week. I loved her three-month-old baby as well. Her favorite song to hear me sing was "Tell Me I Was Dreaming" by Travis Tritt. We dated for a year, then on Father's Day, I came home from work and all her and her son's things were gone. I got no phone call, no goodbye letter, nothing. I called the radio station here in my hometown. I asked them to play a special request from me to her, "Tell Me I Was Dreaming." I listened to the radio for hours, then I heard a special request from her to me, "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden." So I once again called the radio station and dedicated another Travis Tritt song, "Here's a Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)." It took me a long time to trust women again.
Sincerely,
Lanny in Idaho
When I was 15 years old, I started dating, or as we called it “going with,” a guy we'll just call Doger (I wouldn't want to embarrass anyone). We dated for two years, and when you are 15, that is more like 10 years. He had a really crazy family, which should have been my first clue, but all I saw was a guy that had a car, job and seemed to be very in touch with his feminine side. In other words, he had a journal, and he was not afraid to cry. For the many years, we were together. My family helped him out a great deal with everything he could possibly need while we spent all of our time together. When I learned that he cheated on me and we broke up, I was devastated. I spent so much time crying and not to mention vomiting that I didn't know how I would ever get over this. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, until I was kicked out of my house. Everything was going wrong for me, and I didn't know what to do. I had no one. It has been years since Doger did this horrible thing to me, and since then I have learned so much. 1. If his family is crazy, chances are he could be a little unstable himself. 2. If he has a journal, he may want to be a girl. 3. If he cries and no one has died, run. You don't need a man if you have to spoon him after an argument. 4. If he lets too many people do things for him, what the hell can he do for you? 5. No man is ever worth being depressed or sick over. 6. And the most important of all, YOU WILL NOT DIE FROM NOT BEING WITH WHO YOU THINK YOU WANT AT THAT TIME. If you just wait long enough, you will always get your revenge. Even if you couldn't care less about it. Since I have been married, Doger has called me with a broken heart and needed some advice. I used to think I would have "ripped him a new one," but what for? All he is, is another man who is going through what everyone in this world will go through at some point in time. Men just mature slower than women. And my revenge is just realizing that it didn't hurt forever like I thought it would.
Amanda
I will survive. I did survive.
Mother of seven killed in a car crash in 1954, hateful stepmother 1956. She has four kids, so now we are 11. They have one more. Now we are a dozen by the time I am 10, doing laundry, cooking, sleeping on beds with no bedding. I survive. Time rolls on. At 13, in need of big girl stuff, stepmother takes me to the store and shows me how to shoplift what I needed and said that is the only way you will get it because you are not worthy of spending money on. So I did, and I survived. Failing in school and no one to care or help, I started looking for love in all the wrong places. I met a man six years older than me at 15, stepmother told me to give him what he wants and he will take care of me and she would not have to look at my ugly face any more. So I drop out of the ninth grade, with child at 16 and married, two children before I am 18. I survived that, too. The man changed to a mean person. I was not to leave the house when he was not home. The house had to be extra clean all the time. I had to have his meals on the table when he was ready for them. I did survive. It made me stronger, No. 3 on the way at 21. On a Saturday, I said hello to the postman, so my husband told everyone I was messing around with other men and that the baby I was carrying was not his, but it was the postman’s. Life went on. At 26, I had No. 4, and as before, the man said that this one belonged to a salesman that was selling Fuller Brushes door to door. All four children do belong to my husband. He was getting mean to the children, too, by now. I loaded up an old station wagon and the four children and left in 1975 and drove south to Florida for six months, and we all survived. I married again at 32 to Mr. Right. He never fathered any children of his own. He loves the four as they were his, and we have six grandchildren he loves with all his heart. We all survived this time but we are happy…
Mary from Ohio
During my divorce, I really started to listen to country music. Living up north, it's hard to even find a radio station that plays it, so I started buying CDs. Feeling down and really unhappy, knowing I would now be a single mom trying to raise two girls, I was scared at what would be in store for me. Would I do a good enough job by myself, and how would my kids deal with growing up without a father around? Then I heard Lee Ann Womack's song "I Hope you Dance," and my eyes filled with tears as I held onto each word she sang, to keep dancing, to not give up. And my heart, it just wanted to give up. I listened to that song over and over again, crying each time I did. On my daughter's sweet 16, I had the song dedicated to her because her heart was just broken for the first time, and although some might say it's puppy love, it's love all the same. So here we are … still dancing, trying not to be bitter, never sold out, and I hope you dance, too.
Colleen
Keith Urban -- “You'll Think of Me”
To the woman who was one of the greatest and most trustworthy friends a guy could ever have. I'll never meet any one better than you, KB. Maybe one day we will be friends again. Maybe one day I'll get a chance with you.
Michael in Pennsylvania
After 10 years together, you said you wanted to try it out on your own. I never let you know how much I hurt and how much I cried after you moved out. I loved you so much and knew I had to let you go and even helped you move to your new place. I missed you so much that the local bar became my new home. But after a while, I knew I had to start facing life alone. Every evening after work, it hurt real bad to watch our little white poodle dog sit out at the gate and whine, looking for you. It was an evening ritual of more pain I had to endure until I finally moved from the home we had shared. Now years have gone by and I'm still alone. I still think of you sometime, but most of the pain is gone. You are finally just another memory in my mind.
When my ex and I broke up because he thought I was trying to change him, it was dirty. There was name-calling, cursing, and some stuff even went flying across the room. I was so angry because I hadn't tried to change him. He had changed on his own. In fact, he changed from Romeo to Al Bundy. A couple weeks after our breakup, I was looking at personal ads online and noticed that on several sites, he had placed ads. While we were going out, I had known the password for his e-mail, so I logged into his personals ad and tried that password. It was right. When I read all the crap he had wrote about liking poetry, to cuddle and be romantic and how he was looking for a woman who could understand his sensitive side, I got furious. I hardly call his favorite line, "Sens-u-was (sensuous) up, get me another beer," romantic. I was so mad and I wanted to get a little revenge, so I finally changed him. I changed his height from 5'9" to 3'3", I changed his body type from average to thick, a few extra pounds, and I changed his sexual orientation to "man searching for man." Now in the future, if a guy says I am trying to change him, I'll just remind him that I could change him into a short, fat gay man!
I was dating a guy when I was in my senior year that I was spending about three nights a week with. He was sweet and kind. Always did and said the right things. Handsome, everything I wanted. Sometimes he would be nowhere to be found and he would say he was at home, just was sleeping and didn't hear the phone, or he was at families. One night I called, and he said he had a friend in from out of town. I stopped on my way by to the bowling alley with my cousin and best friend, and it was a girl ... they were on the couch. They weren't touching, though. Well, as we walked up, the security light kicked on ... I just told him I needed to borrow his phone. Well, needless to say, I faked a call, then left. I was upset and drove by a few times and kept seeing that she was still there. It was like, 1 a.m. when my cousin told me his hand hurt. I asked why? He said here … he took the security bulb out. We then pulled on the side of the road and snuck up to the house and looked in. They were on the couch together just with their heads at opposite ends. I went in and woke her up very quietly. I asked her into the kitchen and said, "What the hell are you doing with my boyfriend on the couch overnight?" She said, "Your boyfriend? We have been together for over one year. I just got six red and six yellow roses." Then I remembered he brought me six red and six yellow roses. My God … I was going to beat up this woman for being a sleaze, slut, "the other woman," and come to find out ... that was ME! I then asked her back into the living room and we tried to wake him up. He faked sleeping until I got out ice and put it down his pant leg and shirt. He eventually got up said he didn't want to discuss it and tried to run out and get "up" into his monster. When he put his hand on his door jam, I slammed it shut and told him … nice try, but I said I wanted to talk! I pounded on him until he pretended to listen. Sadly enough, he still came back to me over and over ... GET A CLUE!!!
Lisa from Michigan
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