True story. Girlfriend was on hard times (much of those hard times were a result of her decisions admittedly), she basically begged to move in with me even though I knew it was a really terrible idea (I just had a really, really bad feeling about it)...I tried to dissuade her but she was convincing as f**k and like a sucker ass weak little sap b*tch I relented and let her move all her sh#t in. Including her f**king punk ass cat, smh. Anyway it was actually really cool for a while, we were having a lot of fun together and it was going way better than expected (despite the fact that she leaves a tornado of trash and clothes and makeup behind everywhere she goes), but then seemingly overnight there was a dramatic change in her and then I started noticing that she would hide her phone when she was around me. I mean I'm dumb but I ain't THAT dumb -- I knew some sh#t was up and before you know it she's telling me that I'm an alcoholic (true) and I need to work on myself -- fair enough, but then she's like "and oh by the way I'm kinda digging this guy at work or I might go back to my ex, idk", lol. 
So basically I'm like cool go ahead, best of luck to you but you gotta go like asap. Long story short she packs all her stuff and hits the road and now I don't have to come home to a complete disaster zone, I don't have to clean up after her and her cat anymore, don't have to come home to a place that smells like cat urine and feces and litter and a cat that f**king attacks me while I sleep, the chick didn't contribute a f**king thing in the 4 months that she was there, like a cuck b*tch I basically bought ALL of the groceries, did ALL of the cleaning, I mean for f**k's sake I even washed the broad's clothes (well when I washed mine anyway), smh. And the restaurant tabs. Oh, the restaurant tabs. I can watch what I want now -- if it wasn't something she wanted to watch then she'd b*tch and complain and make little comments the entire time. I don't have to come home to her utterly meaningless and uber mundane constant babble about her workplace gossip. I don't have to hear her getting ready every morning and those high heels stomping all throughout the place waking my ass up (I went to work later than her).
She left Saturday morning and I swear these last few days have been some of the most liberating days of my f**king life. Yeah I got cucked and used but whatever, I'm FREEEEEEEEE again.
Sad thing is as much as I hated that f**king cat, I actually miss that cat more than her.
So basically I'm like cool go ahead, best of luck to you but you gotta go like asap. Long story short she packs all her stuff and hits the road and now I don't have to come home to a complete disaster zone, I don't have to clean up after her and her cat anymore, don't have to come home to a place that smells like cat urine and feces and litter and a cat that f**king attacks me while I sleep, the chick didn't contribute a f**king thing in the 4 months that she was there, like a cuck b*tch I basically bought ALL of the groceries, did ALL of the cleaning, I mean for f**k's sake I even washed the broad's clothes (well when I washed mine anyway), smh. And the restaurant tabs. Oh, the restaurant tabs. I can watch what I want now -- if it wasn't something she wanted to watch then she'd b*tch and complain and make little comments the entire time. I don't have to come home to her utterly meaningless and uber mundane constant babble about her workplace gossip. I don't have to hear her getting ready every morning and those high heels stomping all throughout the place waking my ass up (I went to work later than her).
She left Saturday morning and I swear these last few days have been some of the most liberating days of my f**king life. Yeah I got cucked and used but whatever, I'm FREEEEEEEEE again.
Sad thing is as much as I hated that f**king cat, I actually miss that cat more than her.
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