Oh there are so many to choose from...typically (99% of the time) I am the dumpee not the dumper, its just the way the punches roll with this sista from another mista.

Definitely the worst offender is my longest & most dramatic relationship from College. We were together all of college & were moving in together in San Francisco. Prior to moving in I obviously needed to move out of my old place in Davis. This required some assistance as I personally could not schlep large items solely. My BF told me, no problem & I'll help you...your dad doesn't need to come up. Stupidly I did not realize this guy was nutso at the time and told my family a strong "no need to help".
Day before the big event I notice that my BF is getting a little sassy but I didn't think anything of it. Day of he refuses to get out of bed & decided he wants to break up. I corral him into coming over to my place & just helping me with this & then we can end things which he somewhat agrees to. Then at the apartment we continue to argue, he refuses to help & locks himself in my bedroom for a "nap" to cool down. I talk of this lightly now as it was ri-dick-ulous but at the time most can imagine quite traumatic. I had to call my Dad in tears, make him drive up 3 hours & help me.

Needless to say the relationship ended there. But I would like to mention 2 weeks later the fart face himself contacted me to reconcile. When I asked why he was such a fart he proceeded to admit he did it all because he really didn't feel like helping me move. What a winner! Obviously I benefited the most from the relationship ending!