This happened a few months ago and I still can’t stop thinking about it. For obvious reasons, the names have been changed.
When my ex and I broke up, I had terribly bad luck finding a rebound, and in retrospect I was definitely a little too eager to “win” the break-up. At least my dick had a good reputation, because my ex had bragged of it and even shown pictures to our friend group over the two years we were together. But anyways, I hit the gym, excelled in my college semester, and the first sign of opportunity eventually came around.
I had just come home from a well-deserved vacation and found that the house was a fucking disaster. It turned out that my ex (whom I was still living with) had brought her new bf home, only to have a huge fight. My poor lamp had evidently been thrown across the room, smashed into a million pieces. I can’t exaggerate about how bad it was.