A girl I was dating cheated on me, but she wouldn't admit it. I just had that "gut" feeling that something was different.

One night, her bartender at work got her fuuuuucked up! She couldn't drive, so I went out of my way to picker her up. She reeked of tequila and had a very strong margarita (rocks) in a to-go cup. I took it from her, she didn't need it.

We got home, and she immediately starts to pick a fight with me, for no reason. Yelling at me, talking shit.

She wanted me to say something to her that wasn't true, so I wouldn't say it. That ended with here friends (2 dudes) coming to the house, her slapping the shit out of me (for not saying the untrue) and laughing and leaving in their car.

The next day, she wanted to make it up. "I was wasted" etc... Shit like that.

I bought it. She came over, and apologized, and wanted to get intimate, but I declined on account of it being rather late. We got into bed, but she didn't change out of the clothes she was wearing, and was texting non-stop.

She said it was her mom, but iPhones have a convenient way of putting the contact name at the top.

I knew right away that her mom's name was not "Michael."

After about 30 minutes, she "woke" me up (i wasnt asleep) and asked where the bathroom was.

I told her, she got up and walked out of the room, I said "don't shut the door."

She shut it.

I knew what was next, I walked to the bedroom window and looked out front.

Within 2 minutes she had her shoes on and was sneaking out the front door, into her car and drove off.

She got into a wreck that night and asked me to pick her up.

"Go fuck yourself" I said.

Weeks later, she's trying to win me back. I demanded the truth, she cheated on me and got herpes and wanted me back.

"Go fuck yourself" I said again.