I dated a woman ("GF") for about 6 months and can honestly say she was the craziest I've ever dated. Given her craziness, I was thinking of breaking up with her. Unfortunately, on the HOT/CRAZY scale, she was definitely above the line. I’m only human.

A big group of friends and I were going to a college football game in a limo-bus. GF begged to be invited to the game so as to meet my friends, participate in a significant life event, and cement her standing as GF. Against my good judgment I relented and extended the invitation. I told her if she pulled any of her normal craziness my usual tolerance and good humor would be lower than normal given that this was one of my favorite days of the year and these were exclusively my friends.

We meet the limo and travel to the tailgate. GF is going out of her way to show that we are a couple and she is a permanent fixture in my life. She is also hanging ALL OVER me. I’m affectionate, but have a particular disdain for PDA, which she knows.

We head to the game. Unfortunately, she has become fast friends with a guy ("That Guy") and his wife in our group who I don't really like. He and I never had beef, but he and his wife are odd. As a group we have about 30 seats together and I tell GF I'd prefer not to sit next to That Guy when we go into the game.

GF in full crazy/drunk mode. I'm actually in a happy buzzed mood. GF insists we sit next to That Guy and his wife and, though a little peeved, I relent. Also, GF is hanging all over me, kissing, biting my ears, and making a big show of how much of a COUPLE we really are to everyone. I ask GF politely 10-15 times to please stop.

My friends, who I have known for 15 years know me as reasonable and calm. I’ve never lost my shit in front of them, but they can tell I'm losing it with GF and with a blowout win under way, they focus on the spectacle at hand.

After the 20th time, I firmly tell her "Hey, I've asked you many times today...please stop hanging on me. It's not the time or place, it's distracting and I really don't like it." It was not a shout, but a firm statement loud enough for those around us to hear. GF, fully in her drunken crazy state, proceeds to turn to That Guy’s wife and loudly shouts "I hate it when he drinks!!!! He becomes such an asshole!!"

I always considered embarrassing your significant other in public a cardinal sin. So, I turn to GF &amp; moderately shout, "Hey! If you're going to talk shit, get the fuck out! We're done?" My friends who, remember, have never seen me lose it, let out a collective gasp.

She left &amp; hid on the limo bus for the rest of the game. I enjoyed the second half. We sat separately on the limo bus home, got in the car at the drop off point, I drove GF to her townhouse and dropped her off without saying a word, and we never spoke again.

Now, at the annual game, nobody talks about the game that day, but everyone wants to relive the break up.