Back in my early twenties, I ghosted someone before ghosting was something that had a name. It's a total coward move, but what can you do? Nobody's perfect, especially not at that age.
Anyway, she was persistent and kept calling and texting for a couple weeks. When I finally answered the phone, we talked for about five or ten minutes. I was embarassed by how I had gone about breaking things off and I admitted as much, and she actually told me I should seek counseling. That one hurt, because I don't think she was even mad or disappointed at what I did. I think she legitimately felt bad for me and she kept trying to get in touch with me for the sole purpose of telling me to get help. (I didn't. Things worked out OK, though.)
Another time someone I had been dating for a couple months broke up with me post-show at a goddamn Los Lonely Boys concert at People's downtown. I don't even like the band. I bought the tickets because she wanted to go.
Dating sucks. I'm not doing it again. If my wife dies before me, it's prostitutes all the way from there on out.