Here goes nothing…or at least I’m going to try… I’ve decided that therapy is too expensive and I need some way to vent. So if you’re reading this then “winner winner chicken dinner” and also I apologize in advance for the absolute B.S. that is about to unfold.
I’ve decided to share my pathetic, depressing and absolutely ridiculous experiences with the opposite sex…
Before we dive into this horse shit, I should probably tell you a bit about myself. Or at least what I feel may be relevant to the story.
Growing up I was not necessarily a “goody two shoes” but I did sort of plan on not having sex until I was married or at least until I was in a “legit” relationship. And comparing to most people I’d say I did pretty well on holding out.
So let’s go to that night, where everything just went straight to hell. It was ironically…and awfully…enough, Valentine’s day of 2014 I was a month away from turning 22.
That day my parents told us they needed to talk to us kids and called the 4 of us together to meet. Long story short my step mother told us she wanted a divorce…After 19 years of marriage… I’m not going to even go into this story, it’s a whole mess in and of itself.
Anyway, it sort of threw me for a loop. I was mad and confused and didn’t really know how to process it.
At the time I worked at a hotel and my friend was working the front desk so I went and just hung out with her.
Now for the past few months there had been almost 30 welders staying at the hotel. And my friend is crazy, and flirty and just a hot mess. So she talked me into going out to the bar with a bunch of the welders that night.
There was one guy that I had been talking to in particular from among st them. He was older and actually acknowledged me.
So we went out and well you know how it goes, I got absolutely shit faced and well one thing led to another and I ended up having my first kiss and losing my “V” all on the same night….lame.
About a month or so later all the welders moved to a different city a few hours away, and the guy I had been with went back to Texas where he was from…..to his wife…. No I did not know that he was married….and yes I felt like a piece of shit homewrecker…. what compounded the shittyness was the fact that just before he left I caught my step mother screwing a guy in my apartment….mind you, both she and her man whore were BOTH STILL MARRIED… So the fact that I had slept with a married man, even unknowingly, made me feel like the scum of the earth….