When I was in college my second serious girlfriend told me these things every day:
I Love You
I'll never Hurt you
You're special and I want to show you that
Long story short- it turns out that the last two months we were together she was fukkING HER EX. Every single day. She was running game on him too, telling him they were back together. She was telling him the exact same shyt as above, just as convincingly.^ Me and him knew about each other's existence, but she was telling both of us the same story- "he's dating another girl , I haven't talked to him"
3-4 days a week for 2 months him or I were getting sloppy seconds
Same lies told to both of us.
So I eventually caught her when I peeped her phone when I was visiting her at work on her lunch break. Text: "Are you on your lunch break yet babe?" from a dude with the name of her ex. I was like
She continued her psychopathic lying trying to deflect, but I had his number from before (another long story)
So she went back to work. And I hit this dude up. I asked "You still dating ____?" He said "Yeah... why?" And I was like "Damn, me too!"
So I'm like "My brother lets meet up"
We met up at a bar across the street, and started chopping it up in there
. We start exchanging stories-
Me: "Was she with her sister shopping last Thursday?"
Him: "No dawg she was with me at dinner. Was she tired and had to go to bed at 8pm Friday?"
Me: "Nah dude we went to the club that night"
2 months of these stories
Finally, after a couple shots in I get a great idea- let's go meet her once she gets off work
So we end up waiting outside
She comes out scared shytless once she saw us.
She knew it was over.
She just fukking powerwalks to her car and won't talk to either of us as we follow her.
I'm like "C'mon we're all friends! Don't you wanna talk to your boyfriends?
"We've all shared the same vagina its family over here!"
bytch got in her car and booked it.
Haven't seen her since. And my life has been a whole lot better.
Take that for what it’s worth
I Love You

I'll never Hurt you

You're special and I want to show you that

Long story short- it turns out that the last two months we were together she was fukkING HER EX. Every single day. She was running game on him too, telling him they were back together. She was telling him the exact same shyt as above, just as convincingly.^ Me and him knew about each other's existence, but she was telling both of us the same story- "he's dating another girl , I haven't talked to him"
3-4 days a week for 2 months him or I were getting sloppy seconds

Same lies told to both of us.
So I eventually caught her when I peeped her phone when I was visiting her at work on her lunch break. Text: "Are you on your lunch break yet babe?" from a dude with the name of her ex. I was like
She continued her psychopathic lying trying to deflect, but I had his number from before (another long story)So she went back to work. And I hit this dude up. I asked "You still dating ____?" He said "Yeah... why?" And I was like "Damn, me too!"

So I'm like "My brother lets meet up"

We met up at a bar across the street, and started chopping it up in there
. We start exchanging stories-Me: "Was she with her sister shopping last Thursday?"
Him: "No dawg she was with me at dinner. Was she tired and had to go to bed at 8pm Friday?"
Me: "Nah dude we went to the club that night"

2 months of these stories

Finally, after a couple shots in I get a great idea- let's go meet her once she gets off work

So we end up waiting outside

She comes out scared shytless once she saw us.
She knew it was over.She just fukking powerwalks to her car and won't talk to either of us as we follow her.
I'm like "C'mon we're all friends! Don't you wanna talk to your boyfriends?

"We've all shared the same vagina its family over here!"

bytch got in her car and booked it.
Haven't seen her since. And my life has been a whole lot better.
Take that for what it’s worth



all I got to do is get her to stop feeling the need to lie about goofy shyt n she a b iite. She really got a lot going for herself so I kinda painted a lopsided picture coming in here talking about some cotdamn compulsive lying disorders



finer than wine brehs best couple months of my junior year at NIU
so after the most recent time she lied I just said fukk it and ended the relationship. Problem is this isn't the first or second time I've done this so I'm sure she's not worried whether I'll be back or not.
, and to this very second I haven't had an appetite since yesterday morning.
), it's true. For instance, her lying about what she ate for lunch has nothing to do with whether or not she lied about cheating. Meaning, just because she lied doesn't mean she cheated (hence why I feel cheating is a flavor of lying and not vice-versa).

