because copying my texts is just easier than telling a narrative
What has happened since the previous entry? Ashlee didn't last long and I was back in the game. She would pop up again here and there and he would screw me over, but it would last about five minutes until he was back in my arms again. For a solid month or two things were practically perfect between us. The sex was utterly fantastic, I had a permanent smile, and we were attached at the hip anytime neither of us were at work. I hadn't been this happy in years. Since Sean, probably. As you may remember, I used to be this crazy, insecure, reserved person about myself and especially my body. After meeting Robert, I'm still crazy, but he opened me up to all these new experiences and I learned a few about myself. I'll never begin to describe how thankful I am for that. We even eventually decided to move in together starting Feb 1st. (Separate bedrooms with other roommates, but still. We were close.)
Somehow, he deluded me into believing he felt a fraction amount of the same about me as I felt for him...
I went over. There wasn't so much "packing" as "riding his weiner". And he continued comforting me. He is done with her, shes a crazy bitch, etc. I can only tell you the amount of times he's told me and the other roomies how glad he is to finally move so she can't stalk his ass anymore. Imagine my God damned surprise when he let her help us move.
Just for the record, can we maybe get a head count of exactly how many times he promised me everything would be ok? And I mean, that's just in those 2 days worth of texts there. He's been repeating that mantra to me over and over again for weeks and I wanted so hard to believe him. Even the night before when we were having sex and she called up at 5:00 am bitching why my car was in his driveway and he made me pretend that I was sleeping on the couch in case she came inside... I put up with all that bull shit. Because I loved him and figured this was better than nothing at all.
AND THEN. Literally 15 minutes after that last text message, I walked in on them making out on the couch. In my living room. Not even trying to hide it.
I didn't say a word, just simply stormed out and went straight to Justin's house. I don't know why people give drunk revenge sex the bad wrap that it gets.
Somehow, he deluded me into believing he felt a fraction amount of the same about me as I felt for him...
I went over. There wasn't so much "packing" as "riding his weiner". And he continued comforting me. He is done with her, shes a crazy bitch, etc. I can only tell you the amount of times he's told me and the other roomies how glad he is to finally move so she can't stalk his ass anymore. Imagine my God damned surprise when he let her help us move.
Just for the record, can we maybe get a head count of exactly how many times he promised me everything would be ok? And I mean, that's just in those 2 days worth of texts there. He's been repeating that mantra to me over and over again for weeks and I wanted so hard to believe him. Even the night before when we were having sex and she called up at 5:00 am bitching why my car was in his driveway and he made me pretend that I was sleeping on the couch in case she came inside... I put up with all that bull shit. Because I loved him and figured this was better than nothing at all.
AND THEN. Literally 15 minutes after that last text message, I walked in on them making out on the couch. In my living room. Not even trying to hide it.
I didn't say a word, just simply stormed out and went straight to Justin's house. I don't know why people give drunk revenge sex the bad wrap that it gets.