"A year after a breakup I met a girl at my university. One fateful day I was accompanying my crush to her seminar room. When we said goodbye, what was supposed to be a quick hug turned into a kiss. I took the tram home, heartfelt music blasting from my earplugs, a whole lotta butterflies in my stomach when my phone rang. It was my ex. She screamed from the the top her lungs:
WHO THE F@#K DO YOU THING YOU ARE, YOU F@#KING @$$SHOLE!!! YOU ARE MY BOYFRIEND!!!! HOW DARE YOU KISS THAT LITTLE WHORE!!! I KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES!!…
I was absolutely dumbfounded and, frankly, horrified. Not only did my ex not go to my university but we hadn’t spoken for months! She knew the name of the girl, she knew what she was studying and she knew where she lived (Even I didn’t know where she was living). To this day I have no clue how she knew all these things. Oh, and by the way, she was the one cheating on me effectively killing the relationship"
reddish4radish
That is something I will never understand.
There is this thing called infatuation - it is like a drug that makes people almost unable to find minor faults with each other until it is over, it can last for between 1 and 3 years. All the redflags are obvious in hindsight or from neutral observers perspective, also if someone was burned previously they will learn to spot the early signs out of necessity.
That is something I will never understand.
There is this thing called infatuation - it is like a drug that makes people almost unable to find minor faults with each other until it is over, it can last for between 1 and 3 years. All the redflags are obvious in hindsight or from neutral observers perspective, also if someone was burned previously they will learn to spot the early signs out of necessity.