I'm about to describe one of the worst feelings I ever had in life, even though it may not seem like a big deal to most people.
So I found out my ex had been cheating on me through her Facebook, right? Like she'd been sending pics to dudes and talking to some clown about fukking him and whatnot... but somehow someway I allowed her to convince me that it was all just words and nothing sexual had happened and she was just doing it to get something out of the dudes (money that she was going to spend on me she said

). So, anyway, I obviously let that shyt work because I was grasping at straws to keep that relationship going.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I'm still paranoid, still don't believe it (obviously because no logical person would believe that shyt, even if it was true), so I decide to look at her phone again. Mind you, she'd never had a lock on her phone or anything like that. So I click on the phone, thinking I'm going to check her Facebook again and either catch her in the act or let it go because nothing's there...
And there's a lock on the phone.
It seems like some silly shyt but that shyt crushed me right there and had me like

I basically stayed with her another couple of weeks, basically long enough for me to get started with a couple of new chicks (me and my ex had been together for a year and in that time I'd never so much as flirted with another girl, so I had no other options for sex or anything at that time) and slowly get all of her shyt out of my apartment without incident. But that shyt hurt, breh.