I am thrilled to tell you all about my ex "boyfriend".
This guy, whom we will name D was my friend. He was my boyfriends friend too. We hung out all the time and just had fun being in each other's company.
D had always been in love with his long time friend C.
C had a boyfriend... One boyfriend of close to 10 years.
C was NOT interested in D.
However, towards the end of my relationship with my boyfriend, I told D that I had a small crush on him.
He declined and we moved on.
About a year or so after the confession, I move in with him. My boyfriend and I of 11 years had broken up and my mum had to kick me out of the home to make room for my sister who was close to homelessness.
D and I were having fun.
I'll be honest, he and I being lonely, horny souls became friends with benefits.
It was awesome.
D started to act weird a few weeks before his trip to Japan.
I took it as nervousness and gave him as much of my attention as I could.
D became clingy to the point we were sharing a bed every night.
Again, I left it as nervousness.
The day came where I dropped him off at the air port and had the house to myself.
While he was overseas D became worse.
He wanted my attention ALL the time.
I was on the dating scene and I found a girl I thought was really cute.
She and I became close. But the more attention I gave to cute girl, the more D became more possessive and manipulative.
He kept trying to make me feel bad.
D had a bloody good job, he made good money. He could have taken me around the world, fixed my debts, spoiled me, made me feel worshipped.
But there was a catch.
Remember C?
Well, if she ever broke up with her boyfriend and decided she wanted D, I would have to be ready to break up with D so he could live happily ever after with her.
Essentially, I was #2.
When he came home, I told him that I really liked this girl. We were taking it slow, getting to know each other and what not.
D was not interested. I had to chose between him or her. If I chose him, I would become his second best girl.
I chose her and he kicked me out that night.
I was broke, he would rather me be homeless than me "break his heart".
He "broke up" with me.
I went to my mum. I gave her my dog to take care of. There was no room at home for me but there was room for my dog. That was enough for me.
The new girl that I was trying to impress and take slow with, she had to rescue me from homelessness.
We lived in a shared house with mould so bad that mushrooms grew from the carpet.
I became so ill I had chest infections almost all the time. I fainted a few times. The mouse infestation was so bad we had more mice than flies. The tiles were so cracked that you had to wear shoes in the bathroom so your foot wouldn't be cut open.
This house was going to kill me.
The first 6+ months were scary.
Also, C bought a house with her man and moved away (we were neighbours so I heard from the grapevine) meaning C wouldn't have been able to spend time with D anymore. C was his only friend.
The story with D essentially ends here.
But if anyone is interested, here's where I am now.
Cute girl and I, we will be celebrating our 1 year anniversary this month.
I'm studying to become a bus driver so I can travel across the country.
I've met her family and they actually love me. I feel so welcomed in their home.
My girlfriend gets along really well with my family too.
My ex of 11 years is my best friend. I am as it turns our more interested is girls than boys. He is best friends with my girlfriend too. We all hang out and it's a lot of fun with no drama.
We moved out of that shit hole of a house I was sentenced to about 2 months prior to lock down. Our new home is perfect and our room mate is amazing too. It feels like we're a bunch of high school kids having fun 24/7.
The only bad thing that happened was, my mum didn't know how to take care of my dog. When he moved back in with me, he only lived for just over a week. He was so old and it was his time. My best buddy had to be put down but I made damn sure he was in my arms for his final breaths so he was warm, calm and not alone.
D lives close to my mum. I drove past there once or twice I suppose to check on him and the lawns had grew so bad it looked like a forest for a while. It was a depressing scene considering D was always on top of his lawn.
Being in lock down and no friends left must have hit him hard.
I have been working hard in a pharmacy during the outbreak and made decent money.
Things are calm and good.
Life is good.
D if you are reading this, in hind sight, being kicked out was the best thing that could have happened to me. I'm in a stable and happy place. I've made so many friends and I'm so happy.
I hope you and your dick are lonely.