**TL;DR:** I a good christian girl that was mistreated and cheated on by my ex but I turned my life around and got fucked in an underground garage by a guy I barely met so hard that it made me cry.
**The context:**
I grew up in a small rural town in Eastern Europe. I came to live in UK mostly because of my ex. He was older than me, well situated and our families were getting along quite well. At least on paper – my parents simply saw our relationship as a way to rise in the eyes of local community. His family was relatively rich and had a lot to say in local affairs. They were also quite religious (in the most possible hypocritical way, just like my parents as well – kids on the side, alcohol and front row in church every Sunday). We seemed like a perfect match. When he got a job in London and I was wondering if I should go just after finishing high-school and barely 19yo, my parents nearly kicked me out. “This is such an opportunity, where will you find a better husband?”.
**The drama:**