Hate (f)ucking (m)y ex at work
Happened a few years ago, while we were both in college. Let’s call her Maya. I really liked Maya—she was gorgeous with brown hair, chocolate eyes, and athletic (yet also had curvy hips). We had been hooking up for about 3 months, and sex with her was like crack; I was addicted. We also happened to work at the same bar together.
It was a summer evening. It was her birthday the night before, but I was out of town, so I decided to surprise during her shift. I walked in and she was talking to the hostess. She saw me and squeaked in surprise in a way I used to find cute; but then I saw it. Her neck was covered in hickies and ineffectively applied makeup. I was livid. I glared at her, and, in a haze, growled out “what the actual fuck.” I marched to the restaurant’s bar, and my boy, who was bartending, hooked it up and commiserated with me.