So I've been with this girl for 2 years and she was actually my fiance for the past 5 months. Most of you know I joined the Navy and I'm stationed pretty far from her. After lots of arguing and blah blah blah I found that I just had no faith in her and broke up with her. She had to of seen it coming, we barely talked and when we did it was arguing because she did some stupid crap constantly. Anyway... I texted her last night while I was hammered, not sure if it was to apologize or what but she goes, "I just had some amazing sex, f you." not even 8 hours after breaking up. **** killed me inside and ruined my night as I drank myself into a drunk stupor. Guess I shoulda been as worried about her as I was... Just a side note to those too young to drink... Hollywood lies to you. Drinking only makes the pain worse, and at times a little easier to forget about for half an hour at a time or a game of drunkin Starcraft (A must try). You end up calling your mom at 2am and babbling on like an idiot. FML..
damn dude, that is F'ing harsh. I'd use a fish in the seas metaphor, but that'd just imply there are more of those kinds of people. Instead, I go for a tiger in cities metaphor: luckily there aren't many of em. Hope you get back to fishing soon. p.s: telling us young'uns that drinking ain't as sweet and reccomending drunken starcraft in the same sentence?
Drinking is awesome. Drinking and playing video games is epic. Drinking to get rid of your problems and make yourself less misreble is fail and does the complete opposite. Drink to game, not to erase pain.
And she cheated on me twice. Jokes on her though cus she cheated on me with a guy I could literally break in two.
Yeah I'm good now. Whole thing kinda awoke my old anger issues though, little worried about that. =/ Almost flipped **** in class a few times cus all I could think about was that dumb ***** and what she'd done. In the end though I still win. She's getting fat, going to be fat, left me for some punky kid who will most deffinetly cheat on her multiple times and I know her rents will despise. And 20 years down the line I'll walk into the Taco Bell she's a manager in just like her biological mother decked out in my officer dress uniforms with a huge stack of ribbons and order a barrito supream with a large pepsi and pay with a 100 dollar bill with a huge smile on my face. Later that night she'll nearly drink herself into a comma after her husband beats her like her biological father did her mom and her and will inevitably shoot herself in the head leaving her crack addicted multicolored babies alone to fend for themselves until their drunken father returns from cheating on her for the umpteenth time. So in the end.. I'm a winner, she's a wiener. Case and point, I'm epic.
