I finally understood how the homey Mallow felt when he found out he wasn't a tadpole.
Absolutely crushed. I uppended my whole life for her. Moved to Florida, cut off a few good friends she said was "toxic" to our union, stopped partying and drinking alcohol while treating her like the queen I thought she was while being the perfect gentleman myself.
The signs were there but I was young (17) and ignored everyone just to be with her, naively thinking that the universe would reward me for being unwaveringly nice and decent while giving myself to a person that didn't care for me past what she used me for.
It hurt. Bad. And I took her back, multiple times until she finally shat down my Aorta during one of her "getaways" and a homey (God bless you KonfuzedSuperman??904) showed me the evidence and I finally gave a fukk about myself and got angry with her.
She was my first love, first girlfriend, lost my virginity to her all while on the cusp of becoming an adult, fresh out of Highschool who just up and jumped to America with nary a business plan other than loving the woman I felt I was destined to marry.
Even though I felt like death and came close to it during that period, that shyt helped me learn to completely detatch myself from a broad if a relationship goes south and just keep it moving cause at the time I was so broken emotionally and she'd purposefully lower my self esteem to make me think I could never pull another broad and I was lucky to have cause she took pity on me.
Dating that Psychopathic bytch was like a College.....and I learned the hard way.
have no proof. 
