Don’t Put Your Faith in Women
I was grinding as a courier, hustling to save up for a laptop, dreaming of breaking free into freelancing. Every delivery was hell—traffic jams, sweat dripping down my back, pure torture. Meanwhile, she was busy “finding herself” or whatever nonsense she claimed.
One day, I drag myself home, and she’s gone. Vanished. I text her: Where the hell are you?
Her reply hits like a punch: “I’m in Sochi with Sasha. He says you don’t appreciate me.”
Sasha? Yeah, that’s the smug barista she “accidentally” gave her number to a month ago.
Back then, she fed me some bullshit: “I just forgot my bag at the coffee shop, don’t overthink it.”
#betrayal #heartbreak #trustissues #drama
I was grinding as a courier, hustling to save up for a laptop, dreaming of breaking free into freelancing. Every delivery was hell—traffic jams, sweat dripping down my back, pure torture. Meanwhile, she was busy “finding herself” or whatever nonsense she claimed.
One day, I drag myself home, and she’s gone. Vanished. I text her: Where the hell are you?
Her reply hits like a punch: “I’m in Sochi with Sasha. He says you don’t appreciate me.”
Sasha? Yeah, that’s the smug barista she “accidentally” gave her number to a month ago.
Back then, she fed me some bullshit: “I just forgot my bag at the coffee shop, don’t overthink it.”
#betrayal #heartbreak #trustissues #drama
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