I'll preface this story with saying simply, I'm not proud of what I'm about to reveal, being able to look back and laugh is probably the only way I'd ever be able to deal with it.
Craziest thing I've done for love would have to be the weekend I lost my virginity in NYC. I live in NY but had never been in the city so I spent a weekend there with my now ex in a poorly planned out attempt to trying to keep him from leaving me (he had told me he had wanted to end it the week before). It wasn't so much going out there and spending a weekend alone with him that was the crazy part... granted that was all sorts of crazy right there, it was the ridiculous lengths we went to to make sure the weekend still happened. His parents had found out that he was dumping me and said, "Well she's not staying here, we don't want an angry ex here all weekend." So we got the cheapest motel we could find... and looking back I'm amazed I wasn't mugged in their parking lot, it was that sleazy. I had arrived before him and he had all the information so I was waiting in the parking lot when I noticed the truck parked next to me had a large wooden makeshift crate built over the back with weird random holes in it no bigger than about 2 inches in diameter. And through the holes I could see something large and moving inside. When my ex arrived so we could check in I pointed to it and said, "There's something alive in there..." He leaned over to have a look when from the depths of the truck came out a loud, "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!" that made him jump almost 6 feet in the air. That alone told us what we were in for. The following morning, we woke to the sounds of two men having a fight and we waited in the room for a good two hours waiting for it to finally stop, afraid we would get mugged if we stepped outside. We ended up heading into the city that day and aside from being stalked for a few minutes by a very annoying street vendor, it was an amazing day. Then came the day I left... I was getting my things packed up and as I headed to my car I overheard one of the cleaning people say to another, "Did you see the body? They left its foot just hanging out of the back of their car!" I looked where he was pointing and sure enough there was an SUV with a human foot sticking out of the trunk which was mostly closed and probably would have been had that foot not been in the way. My ex and I scrambled into our cars and parted ways fairly quickly from there.
Again, I'm not proud of that story, I will admit the bizarre moments of it make me laugh now, and like I stated earlier, that's probably the only way I'd ever be able to cope with the really stupid choices I had made in going there and doing the things I did with someone I really shouldn't have.
But what I am proud of is the fact that I didn't run away from my screw ups or cave when I got judged for the mistakes that I made. The truth is we are human, we are going to screw up, sometimes it will be little things, some times it will be big things. The only time it becomes truly shameful is when you don't learn from what happened. Moving on with your life and moving forward helps you learn and helps you grow, but running away to start over is cowering out and I think when you do that, ultimately you do have something to be ashamed of. When you screw up over someone you loved, you can't let it stop you from growing. You have to deal with the consequences, learn from it, and move on. And if people can't let it go simply remind them they're human too and completely capable of making the same mistakes. As long as you learn and move on, that's more respectable than screwing up and running away.
We are over now but I have to say that was the craziest thing I ever did was try to be with someone that cheeted on me.
