This story happened during 2019. Beginning of the year, I became single. Long story short, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me the worst way possible: in the act. The girl panicked, dressed up quickly and left. We talked. First, he only seem to regret he was caught. And I questioned him more, he admitted that it wasn’t even the first time it happened. I just couldn’t forgive him and I just dumped him on the spot.
Fast forward to July 2019: my parents went on vacation for 3 weeks without Sam, my brother, and myself. He was 23 at the time, I was 20. So, we’re left in a big house in Montréal’s south shore suburbs with a gigantic pool in the backyard. Sam’s first idea is literally “Let’s throw a party!” I’m more introvert, so I just told him to organize it, that I would be attending, and I would help him clean afterward.