Those three little words

When you’ve been through a crappy breakup, the "I love you's" probably haven’t been bandied about all that much.
However, last year’s particularly crappy visit to Splitsville made me think about all the other three-little-word occasions that I will hopefully never stand for again.
I know how ditzy and drowned in serotonin I can get when Cupid strikes so I hereby announce that, in all future dealings with men, I, reality chick, will bolt if I so much as hear any of the following three-word combinations:
1. "I’m not ready." An evil little phrase if ever I heard one, particularly when you’ve devoted several years to the supposed love of your life and the bugger never planned to be ready for anything. If you hear the dull clanging of the get-out-while-you-can bell, do yourself a favour and heed its call.
2. "I don’t know." In my book, if a bloke says he doesn’t know when he really should know, you should know what you should do. Hopefully.
3. "I’ll call you." Even if he makes a big song and dance about getting your number, take any and all promises to call with the proverbial grain of salt. It’s a politeness reflex, folks. What’s he going to do before he walks? Say, ‘I won’t be calling, but thanks for the slap’n’tickle anyhow’?
4. "I pashed someone." Nothing like hearing that the one you love has been playing tonsil hockey with someone you'd like to see fall under a bus. Or off a cliff, preferably while travelling in a bus. And chances are it's the one time you'd be glad to buy your beloved a bus ticket too.
5. "I'm definitely gay." OK, I haven't been on the receiving end of this one, but I can imagine that when your lover comes out to you after you've spent weeks, months or even years knowing them in the biblical sense, that your relationship is never quite the same again.
6. "I don’t think I love you enough." I realise that’s strictly more than three little words (maths was never my strong point), but it gets a special mention for its sheer awfulness. Again, people, take my advice and heed the distant clanging of the get-out-while-you-can bell.

There are more I may add down the track, but right now my day job is calling so I might open this one to the floor. What three little words do YOU never want to hear again?