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I first met my girlfriend in an anthropology study group, during my sophomore year of college. We moved in together the following year, and grew very close by the time we graduated. Everyone thought that we would be married right away, but we decided to take our time. After we graduated, I took a position with my dad’s company, and my girlfriend spent the next year studying for the LSATs and applying to law school. I was a little sad when she got accepted to a school two hours away, but supportive of her decision to leave. Since I was making great money working for my dad’s company, and had a nice sum of money to my name, I even offered to pay her rent and set up an account for her to have spending money, so that she could focus solely on school. I drove her down and got her all set up in her new place. She seemed so busy, so I didn’t pressure her about calling me all of the time or visiting. Then, I noticed that we were barely talking at all, and the majority of our longer conversations concluded with her asking for me to pay for something. One weekend, I decided to surprise her and take her on a weekend getaway. I was going to go into her place and pack some of her clothes, then be waiting outside in my car when she got out of class. I arrived at her apartment at around noon on Friday. When I opened the door, I saw that the house was a mess. There were plates of food all over the living room, clothes and junk everywhere, and a Playstation 3 sitting in the middle of the floor – and I never knew she liked video games. All I could think was that maybe she just didn’t have time to clean, being so busy with school, so I just walked to her room to grab her things and leave, and that’s when I discovered some guy sleeping in her bed. I woke him up and asked him who the hell he was. He said that he was her boyfriend. It took all of my restraint to not jump on him and start beating the crap out of him, especially when he started questioning who I was and how I ‘got into his house.’ I could have cared less about the trip at this point, so I stayed there and waited for my girlfriend to come home, while listening to this guy tell me all about how he and my girlfriend had been shacking up. Apparently she had told him that her dad was paying for the place, and that he had forbid her from having guys stay over, which is the reason he willingly left whenever I was coming to visit – because her “dad†was coming to town. When My girlfriend got home, she was shocked to find the both of us sitting there, and she started crying and trying to explain herself. To top it all off, I found out from her that she had dropped out of law school soon after meeting the guy, and had been sitting around with him most days living off of the money I was giving her for school.
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That’s why I leave my gun at home, otherwise I would be shooting useless assholes like this every day.
What an ungrateful bitch. I trust that you cut her off and dumped her sorry ass. And I hope the other guy did the same.
I don’t mean to sound mean, but I hope that you learned your lesson on giving girls to whom you are not married your hard-earned money. That being said, except for pregnancy or STI’s, I can’t imagine any way in which she could have been more awful. That’s pretty disgusting, on several levels.
She sounds like a perfect candidate for the karma machine. Just sayin’.