Well I finally took an L tonight. I can't say I was cheated on, but she lied to my face like I was a fukking dummy and that's unforgivable.
My former girlfriend asks is it ok if she goes out tonight, she'll be back at 12:30am (as if I was going to say no) and I say of course, I'm heading to work anyway. A week before tonight, she already said she may be hitting up the movies with 4 other coworkers today.... I say who is it, and where do they live. She says Brandy and she lives up the street from us.
My teenage nephew is staying over tonight and at 1am, I call him and ask did my girl come home yet. He says no. My girlfriend texts me at 1:12AM asking am I mad at her and some other bullshyt text messages. I'm agitated because she didn't come home when she said so I tell her to call me. A few minutes go by so I call her 3 times in a row to no answer. I text her back sarcastic messages (let me guess, your phone convenitently died) to no answer as well. I call my nephew at near 2am and ask did she come home again and he says no. First and foremost, I'm worried about her well being and hope shes ok but on the other hand, something doesn't feel right.
I have never been the one to snoop but I went on the Verizon website and look at her data. In her text messages I see a number I never recongize before. I keep this particular number in mind. Around 2-2:30am she finally calls me. I tell her right off top, you are fukking trash, all plans for the weekend are canceled do not fukking bother me. She starts whining about me accusing her of cheating , she's done nothing wrong blah blah blah
She said she came in at 1am, texted me at 1:15am, fell asleep right away and woke up about a hour later. I bring up that I called my nephew at 1am and he said he didn't see you. She says yes he did, I was in the bathroom and he called out for me. She didn't see my texts or hear my calls because her phone was on mute. Now for security reasons, employees aren't allowed to have electronic devices on the floor at her job but she got off at 9:30pm and so called forgot her phone was on mute the whole time, bytch please. Women live and die for they cell phones.
I continue to verbally abuse and degrade her hanging up on her over and over. I calm down a tad bit then ask, what is Brandy's phone number. She got super defensive on some "I got nothing to hide but I'm not giving it to you." I say that's fine, I dont want her whole phone number, just tell me the first 3 digits. I'm trying my best to give her the benefit of the doubt and maybe she was texting "Brandy" before they hung out. I increasingly become angry each bullshyt word that comes out of her mouth beating around the bush instead of answering me. Finally she says I dont have her number. I started yelling at the top of my lungs your fukking piece of shyt garbage of a whore who the fukk is 555 555 5555.
She plays dumb, I don't know who number that is. Hold up, let me see, looks thru her phone and says nope, I don't have that number in my phone. From the start of our relationship my girlfriend always said she don't delete anything out of her phone because she has nothing to hide. I bring this up to her and I say, so if I look thru your phone I should be able to find you texting this number right at 9:30pm tongiht "no, what are you talking about"
So you telling me verizon is fukking making up shyt and putting random numbers on our bill now!!!??? I start yelling at her to tell me the truth until she finally reveals its a coworker she mentioned to me before. I'm fuming because from the start of our relationship I told her I'm perfectly fine with her having male friends as long as they don't cross the line and even exibited this, never accusing her of cheating but the lengths she went to hide this from me and lie to my face like I'm that fukking dumb is inexcusable!
I have no concrete proof that she cheated, but I do have concrete proof that she is a liar which makes her guilty in my eyes.
She had that lil nikka rehearsing that line in his bedroom like
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No not with the krs-one face honey, let's try again
ain't u my daddy "
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That's cruel
, yep i was getting played breh by the nicca who almost beat her to death
, when i saw them fb msgs and the email that feeling in my stomach breh, i guess its called the damn nicca you got cheated on feeling. Oh ya b*tch went back to that nicca and got beat yet again and sent me a msg on fb a few months later
