okay.
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I came home from work that night. Walked in and saw my girl laid out on the bed. Legs still open and shyt, room smelled like sex. p*ssy was still glistening. I figure, that's pretty normal. Girl was a freak. Prolly wearing out a dildo or something, as she was prone to doing.
That's when I noticed the 24oz budweiser can next to the bed.
Walked in the bathroom, toilet seat was up. I thought to myself "

I don't believe this shyt. I'm too tired to deal right now. Take a shower, smoke this weed and deal with the shyt when I wake up."
Got ready to get cleaned up, realized dude had used my towels, My Soap, MY DEODORANT and
MY TOOTHBRUSH.
I couldn't even....
I just turned back around, walked back to work (my car had been stolen like 2 months prior) and sat at the bar. Had to clear my head.
My boy was like "Why you back? whats wrong?"
Me: My girl just got through fukking some other nikka, nikka used all my personal hygiene shyt.
Him:












So I walked back home.
She must've realized I had been there and gone, cause she was on her knees in the floor crying and shyt.
I ignored her. Laid on the couch. Stared at the ceiling all night. Smoked til my nose bled.
Talked about it the next day. I must've had murderous intent floating around or something, cause she gave me full disclosure.
Told me that the only reason she fukked that dude (whom she didn't know and had only met once) was that he was a male stripper with a tongue ring and she wanted to know what it felt like.
Told me that she had slept with some 14 guys since we had been together... and three chicks.
Two of those people were a married couple that we knew. She had fukked this dude.... then fukked his wife while I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my fukking headphones. Chick had showed up all distraught about some argument that her and her husband had... I left them alone cause I thought they were doing the girl talk thing, my girl fukked her in the bedroom with the door closed and I was right there in the next room oblivious to the whole thing.
I had been going in my girl raw every day, twice a day. How I got away clean is beyond me. Dodged a hell of a bullet.
After that, I pretty much blanked her presence from my plane of existence. We still lived together (she moved to new york a month or so later), but I totally ignored her. No talking, no looking at her, no nothing. The only time we got into it was when she started breaking plates, then threw a bottle of vodka I had. I threw her.
Funny thing is, I hooked up with this girl on the internet, my ex went fukking nuts. Went into what looked like hysteria. Depression. Suicide attempts. How could I?!?
The human psyche's rationale of right and wrong never ceases to amaze me.