It was complicated in the beginning. Her and I were 19 at the time and he was 30. Her and I hooked up at a party, fell in love, which resulted in her breaking up with him to be with me. She was stuck living with him for 3 weeks until the full transition could be made for her to get out. I still lived with my parents unfortunately so she couldn’t move in with me.
This guy was huge. Good looking too. I remember he was 6’3” (I’m 5’8”) and he could benchpress enough weight that the Olympic bar would bend at the gym. He was a well kept and has his shit together. He was also extremely good at crying if that makes sense. He was great at yelling, great at verbally fighting. I felt terrible for stealing her from him but what can I say, we were young dumb and in love.
During those 3 weeks before she could officially jump ship and leave his house the mind-games began in full force. He’d pretend he was overly cool. He’d pretend to be dating other girls and not care what she did with me and then suddenly go 180 on us and call her at night pissed as shit telling her she needed to come home or she couldn’t stay at the house that night. It was an emotional mess.