/u/waitfor_ittt pretty much nailed the TL;DR part of it.
But you're right, it is indeed story time.
We met working at a grocery store when I was about 19 and she was turning 17. Definitely a mistake in hindsight, but whatever. To say I got laid plenty would be a huge understatement. She seemed to really like me, just got out of my first real relationship and we really genuinely hit it off.
Fast forward about 2 years through shit tons of standard daddy issue drama and intermittent breaks and her trying to make me feel guilty for hanging with my friends, I was pretty drained trying to keep her happy. It pretty much got to the point where she would just come over, bang and leave. She was always busy and always had to be somewhere, and being the trusting person that I was I never really questioned it. A lot of the time the conversation would just go to something along the lines of "I hate myself, I'm a shitty person but I can't tell you why".
It got sketchy after I went to my first Coachella weekend ever and offered her to come with me so that we could both have a bitching time and be together. She flat out refused insisting she had shit to do even after her complaining she needed a vacation. Fine. Whatever. I still had a fucking amazing time and came back rejuvenated from all the bullshit. Lo and behold the next weekend she just lays it on me that she's going to Florida for the weekend to spend it with her verbally abusive ex-boyfriend whom she previously dated over the internet.
Uhhhhhhh wat?
"Oh, its not gonna be like that, I just need to get out of here for a bit. Just don't call or text me when I'm there". What the fuck? I was pretty much done at that point and come Monday I was gonna end things for good. But even that wasn't gonna prepare me for the shit storm that was about to ensue.
I get like 4 or 5 missed calls from her that Saturday, thinking that maybe she really did mean it and maybe she missed me. I call her back and Florida guy answers. He tells me to brace myself for what I'm about to hear. He went through her phone and finds out that not only had she been dating him for the last 3 years and another guy in Cali for 1 year, but she had been having sex for money behind all of our backs for the last year.
What. The. Fuck.
Needless to say I was pretty devastated. I never thought someone would lie to my face about so much shit for so long. And there I was emotionally drained, priorities all around her, out of shape, with nothing really to fall back on. I was really more pissed that I went in raw so many times with her doing that shit.
Yes I am clean. Thankfully.
She moved out there to start over and be with him and didn't even make it past 2 months before she left. Hence the verbally and now apparently physically abusive boyfriend. She was barely turning 19 when shit hit the fan. Never knew people would be capable of that kind of thoughtlessness. Such is life I guess.
Still tries talking to me to this day.
And that's why I'm here today!