I hate this mother fucker. I hate even more that I have so many great sex stories with him. We were many things, and I suppose passionate is one of them.
Once we were visiting a National park and I happened to leave my laptop open.
*Can we pause for a moment and discuss how weird it is that he regularly went through my phone and laptop?*
He saw a chat from my ex and flipped fucking shit. I was thoroughly confused.
“We were literally talking about the stock market. You can read our entire conversation. Why are you mad?” I asked.
“You’re talking to a guy you used to fuck.”
“So? You don’t talk to your exes?”
“Never.”
“That’s… weird.”
Then I made the mistake of implying WHEN not IF he became my ex I would still talk to him. That set him off.