Over the last few weeks my job has become the most depressing thing in my life. I’m so dis-heartnened by it all that I’m seriously considering getting myself sacked so I don’t have to do this anymore. It’s slowly killing off what’s left of me.
The biggest irony of all: Cheyenne claims to be in graduate school to study sexual ethics.
As for Marl, he never responded to any of my e-mails. I saw him at a party once and he couldn’t look me in the eye. I recently found out he was present at another party I attended but hid from me the entire time. And this was all after I told him revenge was beneath me and that I wasn’t going to hurt him. What a coward. What a worthless excuse for a man.
After reading all of this I just lay there in shock. I had a very physical reaction: I could actually feel stress hormones coursing through my body, especially in my stomach and in my quads. Sleep was out of the question. I called a mutual friend who—not surprisingly—already knew that Cheyenne and Marl were an item. Although she had lied to my face about Marl, she had given mutual friends permission to break the news to me. Ever the coward, she would do anything to avoid confrontation.
Now before I go on I want to say that I am not a stalker. I have never called my ex-girl friend much less driven by her house, gone through her trash, or made any other effort to gain information about her or control her. I did what I did because she had already been caught in a lie and my sexual health was at stake. Unlike Cheyenne I had not started another relationship, but when I did I certainly didn’t want to spread any STDs from Marl the maggot.
I moved out and for awhile it seemed like we might actually be able to be friends. Cheyenne certainly seemed comfortable calling me whenever she needed a ride somewhere. The fact that she acted so damn nice all the time concealed was a parasite she is.
About a week after I had moved out we met for brunch. I don’t know if Cheyenne had meant to invite other people or not but it was just the two of us. Cheyenne was hung over again, having spent another night at the strip club. When we sat down I noticed she had a large hickey on her neck. This was a little surprising since I had only moved out a week ago.
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