Throwaway account cause real story]
[Long, cause details]
So I recently decided to have dinner with my ex, who I broke up with last year. We broke up because the spark gradually just went out and we lost our connection. He had started taking me for granted and vice versa I guess. After I dumped him, he was really hurt, and so he went around bitching about me and shit. I absolutely loathed him cause he was taking it so immaturely, and trying to hurt my reputation on purpose. Anyway, this was a long time ago, so when he invited me out to dinner, I accepted without hesitation. I was confident that I wouldn’t
let him get under my skin. In fact, I kinda show off the thriving person I had become after we split. I had also put on a little weight in all the right places. I dressed in a strappy black calf-length dress with high slits on the sides paired with high pink-nude tie-up heels. With my untameable curls open and a little makeup, I felt like a goddess. Especially since I wasn’t wearing any panties.