She’d have rather tried to detroon to cheat on me with a straight woman on the other side of the planet than love me, someone who actually loved her, and I’m literally the state next door to her.
I dropped $2 grand ($1500 USD) on flights and a bougie king size hotel room in the center of the city CBD and bought almost every meal she fucking ate for her, I shouldered all her troubles and woes and put myself second for almost 2 fucking months, when I tried to talk to her about what was troubling me she scolded me for risking “setting her off” or completely changed the subject back to herself almost immediately.
I called the fucking ambulance to her house at 4 in the fucking morning when she posted the suicide note, I was doing everything I could to get a contract and transfer to her city with my current job.
And in return she tries to cheat on me with a straight woman on the other side of the globe, genuinely what the fuck.


It’s usually the good person taking responsibility, even though they’re not in the wrong, while the actual culprit deflects. This seems like such a situation.