>>6590901>contSkip forward about a month, and I’ve cut him out of my life and I’m still fucking my EX. I go to a house party in hers, get drunk, end up fucking. I beg her to stay with me for the night, she says no, she has to make sure nothing is broken. I fall asleep, next morning we fuck again and I leave.
I only find out however that the reason she didn’t stay with me that night is because she was having a threesome with another one of my best mates in the room next to me, then came in to fuck me the next morning.
At this stage I was very unstable, I had managed to kick the anti-depressants a year prior, and anybody here who uses them will understand, they don’t fix shit, they make you feel better but you know you’re broken as fuck inside so it’s catch 22. Life however had decided to throw me one more curve ball. My grandfather got diagnosed with colon cancer and he is more than likely going to die.
