Here's my breaking up/getting pregnant story.
I had been dating this girl for eight months or so, right out of college. She had a thing for putting on condoms, so I always let her. Then one day, my impatient self grabbed a condom to put it on without her help.
And I noticed the condom has holes in it. Thinking nothing of it, I grabbed the next one. Holes. All of them in the package had holes.
Turns out, she had been sticking holes in the all the condoms, and making sure I never actually saw the condoms, because she wanted to have my baby. She wanted me to marry her, and this was the way she knew how to do it.
I didn't even try to figure out what was going on. We had been doing stuff for about six months, and I was glad I hadn't gotten her pregnant yet. I simply broke off the relationship and left.
A few weeks later I went over a friend's house, and found him doing her.
A few months after that, I saw their engagement notice in the paper, with an announcement that she was a couple months pregnant. I haven't talked too, or seen them since.
And people wonder why I hate my hometown. Everyone is baby crazy in it. My 15 year old cousin was upset the other day because she wasn't pregnant. Insane.