The Night Out with My Ex
I got broken up with.
Four months later I was out drinking nearby. Phone him up and basically TELL him, “I’m on my way.” He put up a small fight but in the end..begrudgingly agreed. So I stopped at home, (was not driving.) put on my new floral dress and wedges. Really. I looked nice.
I then have a friend drop me off there. Oh, and I also had a huge bottle of vodka in my purse. Despite being very inebriated already, I continued taking straight shots from it.
I wake up alone in his bed and walk downstairs. The amount of hate in his eyes startled me. He began to explain how I had tried to piss in his closet, & when confronted..I cried and declared. “You don’t know what it’s like to be a pretty woman.” I left very swiftly after being told that.
I don’t remember most of the night, & never got the full story as he had virtually blocked me in every way imaginable.
I’m sorry, Matt.
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