In my very early 20s, I was in a shit show of a relationship. He was cheating on me constantly and I would always beg him to come back to me. Every other weekend he would want to “go on break” to think about things. When in reality it was his excuse to go fuck someone else. Since we were on a “break” I didn’t have a right to get upset, so he thought. Like I said, shit show of a relationship.
So on one of these weekend breaks I decided that instead of sitting in my house, crying to myself, I would go with a few of my friends from work to their house to drink. Nothing crazy, it was just the 4 of us. There was Leah, who I’d know since highschool. She had a boyfriend who was off to college. And while he was away, she was messing around with Rob on the side. The guy who owned the house. Rob was actually a friend of my older brother’s and he’d always had a little bit of a crush on me, I found out later. Then there was Matt. He was a cocky little shit, who was never very subtle about glancing at my DDs in my work uniform.