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“You know when shit happens and you don’t know how said shit happened and how to deal with the aftermath of said shit” – Anonymous
Hi Everyone, I suppose you can say this is a story but also me asking for advice. This all happened rather recently and I’ve been torturing myself inside for the past weeks and i just don’t know how to proceed. But first I’ll give you all a lovely story of how it happened then we can go from there. Buckle in it’s a long one.
Before i begin I’ll give you some backstory/context/descriptions of all involved. I’m changing our names but thats about it.
I (Ben), stand around 6ft 1 tall, with light brown hair and brown eyes. I have an athletic build from playing rugby for years. (Second row). I haven’t struggled in the ladies dept ever and very much live a nomadic lifestyle when it comes to relationships. *wink*
My best friend (James), is taller than me around 6ft3 but we share the same features. Hair/eyes etc. But he’s a big built motherfucker. Like me he played rugby, but was a tighthead. We have been friends since Primary. People would often joke that we were brothers, I would often spend a lot of time around his house, so I was rather comfortable around his family.