not the most uplifting tale, but ...
I can never get angry with someone who has issues with mental stability. OK, 98% of the time – the rest a nightmare.
Had such a situation last year where I had moved heaven & hell to sort out the many problems of a (now former) GF.
Psychotic, can’t tell the difference between reality and what goes on in her mind.
Anyway, she ran off one evening as I paid the check at a local restaurant and the next thing, I know I’m getting 110% abuse via text. OK, been there before, but it is wearing.
She had run to the scruffiest little tavern near where she lived and picked up ‘the village idiots’ younger brother, a guy I his late 40s, and asked him to help open the back door to her place (an excuse) where she then takes a photo of him and her and says she’s going to give him a BJ
The next shot is this guy with his not so big flacid cock out.
I just texted her back. He’s the one guy who is so deserving of a BJ, be my guest.
Pathetically sad in so many ways. She was using him, and I couldn’t give a fuck to be honest.
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