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Babaganoosh · 07-23-2002, 02:17 PM

Damn, I hate to do this to you gutter...BUT!

A couple of years ago, I was with a very long term girlfriend. Almost 7 years with her. We hadn't been getting along very well lately (6 months or so). I had screwed around a couple of times, but nothing serious. I was also aware that she had screwed around at least once, but we neither one had a wedding ring so I didn't see a huge problem.

We sat down and talked one night about what we were going to do. She said she didn't want to lose me and I agreed that I didn't want to lose her. We knew we needed to do something to save the relationship. I cut my work hours back so they would match hers and we both stayed home more often. Things were great! I was thrilled. The sex was good again, I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. She seemed happy again and I knew I was too. Everything went great for a couple of months. I thought we were both happy. I was actually considering buying a ring soon.

One day she told me that a couple of friends from work wanted her to go to Texas with them. I knew the girls so I didn't figure there would be any problem with that. I thought "Cool, I can go out with the boys for a couple of days and not worry about getting in trouble for coming home at 4 AM.". I told her to go for it. No problem. She said she'd be back in 2 or 3 days. We had a very nice night at home the night before she left. I was actually afraid I would miss her for those 3 days.

Well, 3 days turned into 5, then 7. I heard from a guy that she worked with that she got fired for not coming back on time. On the 8th day, she called me from her parents house to let me know she was home. I was pissed, but more relieved that she was okay. She said they had a wreck while in Texas. She said she tried to call me but I was never home (which was true, I wasn't home much). She told me she was going to run by work and get things squared away there so she could keep her job then would be at the house for a bit.

She came back to the house and we talked for a bit. She didn'thave a lot of time. She really was fired. They didn't want her back. She had a ton of bills so she was going on a few job interviews right away. I was suspicious, but gave her the benefit of the doubt. That was at about 2 PM. By 7 PM. she still wasn't home. I was pretty sure something was seriously wrong and was trying to figure out what to do about it.

About 8 PM, my phone rings and it was one of my best friends, Jonathan (aka Fever). Fever asks me if I am sitting down. "Nope" I said. He told me to "sit the fuck down, NOW". He's never like that so I sat my ass down. "Okay, I am sitting, what's up?" I said, expecting him to tell me that he finally bought that new car he'd been looking at for about a month. "Your girlfriend got married this weekend" he said. "WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUTALKINGABOUTASSHOLE" I asked.

He proceeded to tell me that while she was in Texas with the "girls", she married this smartass bouncer from a bar she used to hang out at.

FUCK.....FUCK.....FUUUUUUUUCK. After my tantrum that left my office demolished I called her parents house and talked with her Dad who I was very close with. I told him everything that happened. He didn't have any clue about what went on in Texas. He told me he was sorry that I ever met up with her...almost as sorry as he was that he had ever met her mother. He told me that my girlfriends mother had had several affairs over the 26 years they had been married and being a "dirty whore" must be genetic. He told me not to let that one incident ruin my life, not even for a little while.

I asked him to tell her that I was leaving the house for the evening and she needed to come get her shit. What wasn't gone by morning would be burned. I let the police officer next door know what was going on so he could come over when she showed up. I asked him not to let the new hubby into my house. By the time I came home from the bars, all of her shit was gone.

Almost 7 years of my life wasted on that bitch.

07-23-2002, 02:17 PM
Babaganoosh ♥♥♥ Likes Hugs ♥♥♥ Industry Role: Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: /home Posts: 15,841	Damn, I hate to do this to you gutter...BUT! A couple of years ago, I was with a very long term girlfriend. Almost 7 years with her. We hadn't been getting along very well lately (6 months or so). I had screwed around a couple of times, but nothing serious. I was also aware that she had screwed around at least once, but we neither one had a wedding ring so I didn't see a huge problem. We sat down and talked one night about what we were going to do. She said she didn't want to lose me and I agreed that I didn't want to lose her. We knew we needed to do something to save the relationship. I cut my work hours back so they would match hers and we both stayed home more often. Things were great! I was thrilled. The sex was good again, I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. She seemed happy again and I knew I was too. Everything went great for a couple of months. I thought we were both happy. I was actually considering buying a ring soon. One day she told me that a couple of friends from work wanted her to go to Texas with them. I knew the girls so I didn't figure there would be any problem with that. I thought "Cool, I can go out with the boys for a couple of days and not worry about getting in trouble for coming home at 4 AM.". I told her to go for it. No problem. She said she'd be back in 2 or 3 days. We had a very nice night at home the night before she left. I was actually afraid I would miss her for those 3 days. Well, 3 days turned into 5, then 7. I heard from a guy that she worked with that she got fired for not coming back on time. On the 8th day, she called me from her parents house to let me know she was home. I was pissed, but more relieved that she was okay. She said they had a wreck while in Texas. She said she tried to call me but I was never home (which was true, I wasn't home much). She told me she was going to run by work and get things squared away there so she could keep her job then would be at the house for a bit. She came back to the house and we talked for a bit. She didn'thave a lot of time. She really was fired. They didn't want her back. She had a ton of bills so she was going on a few job interviews right away. I was suspicious, but gave her the benefit of the doubt. That was at about 2 PM. By 7 PM. she still wasn't home. I was pretty sure something was seriously wrong and was trying to figure out what to do about it. About 8 PM, my phone rings and it was one of my best friends, Jonathan (aka Fever). Fever asks me if I am sitting down. "Nope" I said. He told me to "sit the fuck down, NOW". He's never like that so I sat my ass down. "Okay, I am sitting, what's up?" I said, expecting him to tell me that he finally bought that new car he'd been looking at for about a month. "Your girlfriend got married this weekend" he said. "WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUTALKINGABOUTASSHOLE" I asked. He proceeded to tell me that while she was in Texas with the "girls", she married this smartass bouncer from a bar she used to hang out at. FUCK.....FUCK.....FUUUUUUUUCK. After my tantrum that left my office demolished I called her parents house and talked with her Dad who I was very close with. I told him everything that happened. He didn't have any clue about what went on in Texas. He told me he was sorry that I ever met up with her...almost as sorry as he was that he had ever met her mother. He told me that my girlfriends mother had had several affairs over the 26 years they had been married and being a "dirty whore" must be genetic. He told me not to let that one incident ruin my life, not even for a little while. I asked him to tell her that I was leaving the house for the evening and she needed to come get her shit. What wasn't gone by morning would be burned. I let the police officer next door know what was going on so he could come over when she showed up. I asked him not to let the new hubby into my house. By the time I came home from the bars, all of her shit was gone. Almost 7 years of my life wasted on that bitch.