My First Love Shattered My Soul

It hit me at the wild dawn of my youth, that first love—a total mind-blowing madness. We were in sync, living together, grinding at work, everything seemed damn near perfect. Like most couples, we’d roam the streets in our free time, binge movies, spill our deepest, darkest secrets, and just soak in the good vibes. Then one day, she begged to hit up some random chick’s birthday bash, and I, naive as hell, gave her the green light without a second thought. Big mistake. Lesson learned: no matter how close someone is, you might not know jack about them. My so-called “healthy lifestyle” darling sniffed up some serious shit at that party and got passed around like a cheap toy. She confessed it all herself, and I took it cold, no drama, no meltdown. Her tears, her desperate pleas, her empty words—I shut them out, stuck in a numb trance. I listened, stared into her eyes one last time, and walked the hell out of her life forever.
#heartbreak #betrayal #firstlove #DarkLessons

Ran into my first love at a alumni reunion. We chatted—diving deep into old memories, shedding a few tears, the whole nostalgic mess. I swear, though, there’s no spark left, just dust on old photos. But the next day, her damn husband blows up my phone: "Why the hell were you groping my wife, you piece of shit? Want me to smash your face in?"
I didn’t even lay a finger on her, for fuck’s sake. Now this dude’s stalking me outside my workplace. I’m an ex-boxer, could knock him out cold... and he’s just some balding, out-of-shape schlub.

😐 - try to talk some sense into him
👍 - fuck it, rearrange his face myself
#drama #firstlove #reuniongonewrong #fightclub