>>6590898>contSkip to the end of our relationship and we are doing the twelve pups of Christmas on the 21st, I have no money so I just tagged along.
We get to the last pub, for any Irish anons, it was O’Reillys on Tara street just under the dart station. I’m sitting at a table with GF and my friend they are across from me, we’re talking, having fun, but something isn’t quite right, I “Drop” my hat on the floor to see what’s going on and my GF is giving him a handjob under the table in front of me.
I left the bar and went outside, somehow managing to convince myself that I was seeing things and went back in. She never stopped, even came up to me later asking “whats wrong?”
I never said anything that night, or after to anybody as I had to carry this burden by myself. I couldn’t let his GF find out. I confronted her about it the next day and we broke up two weeks later.
To this day his GF still doesn’t know what happened. In hindsight, I should have smashed a glass over them.
