P23. So, my girl begged me to let her hit up a bar with her friend, promising some live tunes and good vibes. She swore she’d be back by 11 PM, no later. Yeah, right. I couldn’t get a hold of her—texts ignored, calls straight to voicemail—until 3 AM. She finally stumbled in at dawn, looking like absolute hell: puke on her shirt, hair a damn mess, and guess what I found in her purse? A used freaking condom. Morning comes, she sleeps it off, and then has the nerve to mumble that it’s not hers, that her friend got railed by some random dude in the bar bathroom. What the hell do I do with this?

🌭-you’re wearing horns, kick her ass out
😐-buy her story
#cheatingdrama #relationshiphell #trustissues #wtf