My ex Aarron lied to me repeatedly and manipulated me, which, after a lot of heartbreak, led me to finally cut him off. If I hadn't, I'd still be living in a shithole in London (Lewisham), possibly with my ex, who at age 30 hadn't achieved anything in life, still lived at home and didn't understand that saying no to sex doesn't mean yes...because he had wasted his youth, he was at college trying to be an electrician but he struggled...and he worked part time on minimum wage, and wanted to move in with me and marry me...so I'd have had to pay most of the rent. I'd probably be married to him soon and continue to be lied to and manipulated by him, my confidence always being crushed because he didn't like looking at me with the lights on and he didn't like my body or my pussy..

BUT if it hadn't been for his lying and all his manipulative ways, I would have never broken up with him, therefore never moved to a nicer part of London into a beautiful flat with an awesome housetame. I'd have never started dating again and meet some amazing guys , including Andy, whom I'd met a year or so before my ex online but things hadn't progressed. Andy was an insanely hot guy and I felt so lucky when we by chance reconnected online again. We had a fun passionate affair and I'm grateful.

I also met George, and through him, met his cousin, who, it turns out, lives ten minutes from my new flat, and through whom I have now met another guy who is amazing. We are going on a date tomorrow. Plus, thanks to this cousin, I have made other local friends.

Further, following the break up with Aarron, I lost weight, dyed my hair and now look the best I ever have and feel happier than ever before.

Aarron in turn fucked a hairdresser called Nicole (and others), who has ugly short red-dyed hair, horse teeth, and a big jaw. I know I shouldn't bash her but I can't help but feel that Aarron's loss was bigger than mine. He still lives at home, works a manual job, as far as I know, he flunked college (he's 31 one...) and is into taking drugs.