My story—I shouldn’t be pitied; in fact, I want you to drag me. I’ll start with a backstory so you understand me and where I’m coming from (I had to smoke so much to start writing this). Let me tell you my backstory. Sometime around 2018, someone f*cked the love of my life. I found out; it broke me like I’ve never been broken before, and since that day, a beast was born. I was a ravaging beast that just wanted to f*ck anyone that had a boyfriend. It became what I loved to do (turns me on). I’d help you come up with sophisticated lies, even call your boyfriend to beg him that you’re not cheating—all while hitting the girlfriend serious doggy. Fast forward to 2023, I met this girl, and for the first time in a long time, I felt love at the deepest again. She made me feel alive again; everything just clicked, and you guessed it—she had a boyfriend, one planning a future together with her already. I didn’t f*cking care. I lured her, took her on a trip; we f*cked, and I was in love. The boyfriend called me on the phone after his suspicions, told me how much he loved her, and pleaded that I leave her alone—cried on several occasions to her too. I lied to him that nothing was going on between us, and I banged her even more.
It’s crazy, but I got attached to that same girl, and I started dating her for real. One thing led to another; I was madly in love with her, convinced she was in love with me too. She broke up with her boyfriend, and we started dating full-time. Months later, she started talking to a boy. The boy took her on a trip too and f*cked her (apparently, the way to her pants is vacation). She wasn’t so remorseful at first and told me it was the best day of her life. I broke up, and then she came, cried and cried and cried, promised to make it up to me, that she loves me, and promised never to do it again. As a professional people’s girlfriend f*cker, I didn’t believe her, and I told her she would go back. But I loved her so much, and I forgave her! Fast forward to a few weeks back, I started noticing she wouldn’t let me kiss or hug her (in Lande’s voice), and I could tell she was cheating again. I did a little digging, and yup—she was s€x-chatting the guy while in my house, and they planned to f*ck again. And the day they picked, she hit him up to know if he would still make it, not the other way around (meaning she really longed for his D), while I was begging for just one round.
I am shattered, heartbroken. I’ve smoked and drank so much in the past few days. I confronted her, and she started begging again, saying she would kee herself if I left her. She had cried for 48 hours nonstop, and I’m not even kidding—she even wanted to tell her mom so she could beg on her behalf. I can never forgive her, so I don’t need advice on that. But my rant is about the pain I’m feeling. It hurts so much. I feel the pain her ex felt, and for the first time, I’m really sorry. Some of you reading this—I have f*cked your girlfriend, and I’m really sorry. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me. For the guy that f*cked her, the only joy I can get is if I f*ck his girlfriend too. I just need information about this boy’s babe, and I won’t stop until she’s f*cked. Men, moving forward, do you say I channel this pain and anger to f*ck more people’s girlfriends, or do you say I have learned my lesson and just keep searching for true love? It’s so painful being on the receiving part right now after being on the giving side for a long time. Also, trust me, bros—someone is f*cking your babe. I know from experience. Dig today, and you will find. These girls are tra$h.
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