A Fucking Disgrace of a Pig

I was with her for six damn months, busting my ass to help with her studies, bringing her food, and footing the bill for her shitty rented dump.
One day, I clock out early from work, thinking I’ll surprise her, only to find some “friend” crashed for the night.
Friend, my ass—this bearded fuck with an IQOS dangling from his lips is pounding her right there in the studio I’m paying for.
Cheers, motherfuckers, I’m officially an ex.
#betrayal #cheating #fuckedover #rage

Hey there, I’m Alan, and I’ve got a raw, gut-punching story to spill.

For damn near two years, we were thick as thieves. Shared a cramped little flat, grilled skewers with the crew on weekends, and daydreamed about crashing waves at the seaside come summer. Life felt real, you know? I busted my ass at work, footing the bills, even tutored her kid brother through his school crap. Met her folks, figured she was my ride-or-die.

Then, one shitty evening, she hit me with:
- We need to talk, babe.
Turns out, while I was grinding late shifts, she was sneaking around with some other dude. “He was just there, gets me, sweet as hell, while you’re always a drained-out zombie.”
Two weeks later—bam—she’s gone. Moved in with him.
And get this: she rolled out in the car I helped her buy. Fucking brutal.
#heartbreak #betrayal #savage #fuckedover

I nursed him back to life with every damn ounce of my soul, and he still stabbed me in the back.

A car smashed into him, and I spent six grueling months at his side: hospital rooms, wheelchairs, sleepless nights. I cooked, cleaned, wiped his ass like a goddamn saint. But the second he could stand, he started slinking off into the night. Turns out, he was banging the massage therapist from the rehab center. And then, the bastard had the audacity to tell me, "You’ve just stopped being fun." Sorry, asshole, it’s hard to crack jokes when I’m spoon-feeding a broken man.
#betrayal #heartbreak #fuckedover #karma