It proved to be the downfall of my most recent relationship.
I have been tame the past couple of months. I haven't gone out with my girlfriends near enough or gone out to dance. I spent my time with my man or at my home, enjoying alone time. But after a while, that gets old.
This past weekend, I said screw it! I put on my new boots and went out with the girls to a bar. Not even a club. Just a bar for some drinks and much needed catching up. I had no intention of meeting guys or "misbehaving".
But the boyfriend's buddy sent him a text saying he thought he saw me at a club grinding up on some juiced up dude. Then he proceeds to run into my boyfriend's x-best-friend who apparently severely dislikes me. I'm assuming this is due to his lack of communication with her since we got together. Not my problem I can out victorious...
She spent her evening trash talking me and making a scene. While my boyfriend starts questions my intentions while I'm out. All the while unsuspecting old me is having a good time with her girlfriends.
When I came home to find that not only did his buddy find me to be some sort of easy chick, my boyfriend has no trust in me, and his trash-spewing slut of a friend was bad-mouthing me, I was livid.
I hate relationships for this exact type of scenario. I mean, really, people? We have absolutely nothing better to do on a Saturday night but butt into other people's personal business?
This is especially bogus to me considering I was 6 towns over minding my own business.
Needless to say, I have wiped my hands clean of it.
