That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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Welcome to Dumpsville No2Last Valentine's Day (never a good start).
I returned home from Uni for the weekend to spend the weekend with my long-term long-ish distance 1st love gf. Her birthday being Feb 15th we went out on V Day shopping for her present, she bought some clothes she really wanted. On the way back happen to come across a text on her fone saying 'hope I didn't complicate things for you by introducing you to Nathan'. When we get back to hers I confront her about it. Turns out the weekend before she managed to trip and fall onto Nathan's fingers.. Somehow I do the whole leaving nicely thing, get onto the next train and flee back to uni in tears.
And the bitch kept the clothes!!!
Edit: In hindsight, THAT'S when I knew it was over. O'course it being 1st love an all and me being a dumb twunt I manage to convince us to give things another go. Cue another month or so of torture till she cheats again, this time with the guy she pulled on V Day (after I left that first time she decided to go into town and celebrate her new-found slutty freedom. Nice girl.)
(, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 2:30, closed)
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