Originally Posted by
SelflessnHumble
Dude, it doesn't matter how you found out...
Your uh, friend you know (have one of your friends friend this other account) if not it will look suspicious once you dump her, then she will know...Which looks creepy
although I would say justified in your situation...Still, what you should do is do what I did to my now ex from the projects in Long Beach.......
I remember it like it was yesterday, 102 degrees on a summer afternoon, I pick her up: she's wearing (wait for it) a ****ing long sleeve turtleneck!!!!!!
So, when she sat down in the car (right when she leaned forward I saw at least 4 hickies) and I smiled -didn't get angry Why did I smile? Funny thing...
When I called her to tell her I was about 5 minutes away (I told her I love you, and clicked over) but hit mute instead, so she (like the dumb hooker she was) clicked over
to the other guy, while I heard everything! So.....
I drove her to a very unpopulated (and unsafe) industrial part of the LBC...
I park, the car...smile and say...why don't you take off the turtleneck?
She says it's too hot to (funny thing I had put the AC on full blast during the 15min drive from her Carmelitos apt)
I say, "baby, I just want to hug you" So she took it off and hugged me..
Long story short: I ask her what happened to her neck.
She replies as if I was crazy? (WHAT???) her eyes looked as bulging and cross eyed as a puppy's eyes would do if you were throwing them into the air...
Her honest reply: What? My brother and I were fighting and he bit me...
I finally said, "look, I know what you did, and I am willing to put it all aside and forgive you if you would just give me the dignity and respect I deserve just by telling me the truth.
She denied doing anything...So...
I grabbed my keys, walked to the other side, grabbed her bag (she would spend the weekend, with her clothes in this bag) and threw it out of the car...
Next, I asked her again, she denied and I could see the tears well up in her eyes....
I grab her hand, take off the bullshit promise ring *I* bought for her, and punted the piece of shit for at least a good 10 yard field goal...
She wouldn't get out of the car, so I threw her back pack about oh, a good 15 feet away, picked her up, and wrapped the backpack straps onto her leg, tying her laces onto it...
Watching her drag her backpack was the ****ing lulz dude! Anway, I got back inside, sipped on my 7-11 Super big gulp and rolled down the window about 1 inch and asked one last time:
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" She told me the whole story, sobbing like a crazed maniac...She told me she didn't want to tell me because:
(wait for it) She didn't want me to get mad!!!!! Oh Kay!
Needless to say I thanked her for telling me, and said good bye (sorta like how Agent Smith tells Neo) and drove off, waving through my sunroof, blasting 2Pac's "Picture me Rollin...."
Yeeeeaaahhhh...... I was crazy back then, but it's the kind of true story that makes people piss their pants when out camping at Lake Tahoe!!!! Good times.