The girl (I thought) that I was dating recently, admitted that in a meantime she was fucking the other man! And I was being so nice, haven’t even touched her! Being nice is sooooooo overrated!
My ex called me today, only to say that my mere existence is messing her life up, despite that we haven’t heard from each other in months, and live far away from each other. Does that mean that I should kill myself, in order to make her happy?
When creating animal species, God granted them sexuality to ensure the continuation of his work. Not even he could have imagined how greatly humans are going to abuse this gift.
She was cheating on me whenever she could. Although I was cheating on her, as well, I was trying to present myself as a martyr. There’s something seductive about that.