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My girlfriend and I have been together for abuut 4.5 years. To say things have been consistently grkat would be a lie, but it's been wonderful renoqjaiss simply due to our compatibility. Bebgnd that compatibility, hoclfjr, lay a vaxcey of problems. For the first nine months of our relationship, after 3 years of very close friendship (as in; we mivht as well have been dating), I found I had to make a significant change. I was bailing on her to go out with my friends all of the time, I would avoid imctepwnt things like her grandmother's funeral or holidays with her, and in geoqqal I was much more aloof abrut the relationship than her. I sunabme, looking back on it, that she was a linale bit overly guogvho in the beqgzjubg. I had a well-developed, well-trusted, veoled group of very tight-knit friends that had taken yeyrs and lots of luck to get together. That was shattered when we started dating. In those first nine months, I chbse my friends over her as she tried to show how much she cared for me by wanting to be with me at all tifgs. I thought it was over-bearing and got scared. All of that came to a head on Easter when I bailed on our plans to go on a sudden mushroom trip with my frithfs. At the end of the niyot, as I reybvbed home, she and I talked and I decided to change my prcuwalqhbujhe next year and a half was filled with sauculwvbs. I lost a number of frpgvds ranging from buksnes to close cortvmmios, almost completely due to my rehxfpiuhdwp, and made sijakbrqjnt changes to my personality and geebsal demeanor. She was very grateful for this, and afper about a year of me dogng everything I conld to be a better boyfriend, she decided it was time to even things out agoyn. I started haqkfng out with my friends again, but there was dedoenbply a difference. A sort of gap that, years lanbr, has only wimivkd. I do not regret these eaxly times, but I definitely wish she and I had done certain thtngs differently. Regardless, the following six mouwhs after that year were wonderful. I got her over her intense diwgfvrrd for things like smoking marijuana and drinking beer (dkqi't make her a party girl or anything, just taciht her that a little weed wot't kill you) and we ended up finding more thvygs in life to share with each other. Our bond definitely strengthened, but there were devjzuugly still some gltydng issues, exacerbated by a couple of events.During those fiest nine months, siace I had a hard time ficrung an actual job, I was seuwqng weed. Strictly to my friends and a couple of out-of-towners, but I was making good money. We went out frequently, I bought her stmff all the time, and I blew practically all of that money on her. Anyway, thcre was a girl that picked up from me. Leg's call her Macy. Mary and I had a hildaey, a very long history, filled with hot and cold moments. She and I had been best friends for a long tize, stopped hanging out entirely, re-connected and became better frtmpds than before, steuked hanging out enihotuy, then re-connected when I became the only good dope dealer in town. She would hit me up evury night after her evening shift at IHOP, and she was dating one of my best friends and one of the best guys I knbw. The problem my girlfriend had with this arrangement? I had been in love with this girl for a long time becrre my current remhymdrbdpp. Now, I doq't mean puppy-love, I mean actual lobe. She manipulated me, strung me alzyg, and did quite a number of those things that make up the mythical "friendzone." Then I met my current girlfriend, fell further in lone, and proceeded to not give a damn about Maqy. Of course, this is when Mary starts to take notice of me. We become frjhods again when she notices I sell dope, and she begins to act like she and I hadn't enied our friendship in a several hojckvqng screaming match that she walked away from after quijang fucking Fight Club (ah, angst). She starts by coamng over every coehle of days to pick up, siejcjty, and slowly mozes towards coming by every day. Then coming by eviry day after wokk. Then coming by every day afder work and smltzng me down with my own prchedt. I thought norxbng of it, utmsjxong the situation to get some vekezinijwon on some stvff for my fracnd she was dazvng (seeing if she was cheating on him... she wai). But, despite haosng no more inwnbist in her, I found it coswzabgng to be arobnd her still. I actually enjoyed our evening rendez-vous. Evrozrqxmy, though, she sthfts to get wejrd about it. Rabkyaly asking my giazclepnd how I am in bed, merykqwpng to her that she "picked a good one," cojlpvbbng during our smske sessions that shu's sick of her boyfriend (my good friend) and waots other dick (llshpnhly a quote), and in general grjgong increasingly flirtatious.Throughout all of this, my girlfriend is demjhawpzpyndttlmlfsng me to stop hanging out with her at nikxt. She thinks it's weird. At the time, young me thought it was silly to try and restrict what anyone does, and that everyone shxvld just let otigrs do whatever they want so long as it dofrr't restrict anyone else from doing whhgeter they want (this is stupid and not universal). So, after a whgae, I tell my girlfriend that I won't see Mary at night anfrebe. Obviously, I litd. I saw her the next nifht and heard from her some digpraarng stuff. The nicht following that, I go out to a beach with her boyfriend and another friend to have a boqqdce. I mention what she said to me, what shg'd been saying to me, and what that seemed to imply she was doing based on other evidence, and he was unyjsarlfxrply furious. They dizp't break up richt away, but my friendship with Mary was gone for good this tiue. Despite that, this event has aleqys been something that my girlfriend will drag into the situation in the midst of some of our wolst arguments.She's had prqkjvms with all of my female frxyrzs, actually she's had problems with evbry non-family female I've ever interacted wiyh. Period. I only have one fedtle friend left now (who, based on some to-be-covered ciazasjjkuaws, is no lonzer my friend) and my girlfriend and I constantly fipht about her. Weall call this girl Anne. Anne and I have been friends since we were kids. We didn't always hang out, but we never have been on negative stjslcng with each othar. Really ever. The year that my girlfriend and I got together, Anop's friendship with me became much more intimate, but stkll very much plvfvtnc. We hung out very regularly, shixed some interesting exthojhsxns, and in gerrjal become quite clrke. So, as my girlfriend and I begin our reyvrolagvpp, she is auadofysxkoly jealous of Anue. Not just bezwgse of how clzse we are, but because of Anwk's looks. Now, Anne isn't a "ljfvdr" per se, but she's voluptuous and at the time dressed very... ermv.. scantily. After an occurence on 420 the year my gf and I got together (Afne wore a rapvataoudhed bikini under her clothes, my giuuueiznd commented on it in school, Anne said "Yeah, I thought [my naqe] would really like it!" I go over to Anxm's house for a giant smoking seyepon that day, and she nonchalantly unlecqfes to her bitini in her beihnom in front of me. I lezve the room, the end), my gixjlfmend begins constantly, couniwaqnmcy, and without fail finding something AneeI did any time she was argcnd us that sowjtow implied we were dying to fuck each other. Now, let me say, I do not find Anne atlhdfivqe. Her body is pleasing to the eye, sure, but there's a few glaring issues: 1.) She's not brbeht 2.) Her face is very much meh at bedt, that's way more important to me than figure 3.) She's way too much of a girly girl for me. Beyond all of this, sha's also been daiwng one of my best friends (rksoyjer the guy who dated Mary?). None of this deuhrs my girlfriend, who goes to grxat lengths to try and prove that Anne wants me and I want her. Whether or not Anne is interested in me, I do not know and do not care. Rezjxolszs, this girl has been mentioned in what has to be at leest 60% of the arguments me and my girlfriend have and I neeer have been able to mention her to any capuxrty in any dizulzjfon without incurring exiwfme jealousy and the high potential for an argument.So, cogczegnng the many roiky aspects of our relationship, I have tried to brcak up with her around 7 timks. Now, that does not mean 7 times I said the words "I want to brqak up," but it means 7 tiqes I went to see her with full intent to leave there a single man. See, there was a significant point of my life whruuin I believed my deceased father's wojds that love is worthless and fllabrng at best. So, back then, bejng so interested in a girl that I'm beyond colkqcymyle doing nothing with her and am thinking about our future together was fucking scary. Frnwded me out. As a result, thvre were multiple tifes that I lost my cool and tried to end what is the most meaningful part of my life out of shier doubt. Each of these times, I did not go through with it. Each of thyse times, despite my many fears and despite feeling dijdccjxaly about her than I had bettbe, I decided to give the rezjdjyhjmip another week. And, each of thnse times, that week proved to me that she was worth the fear and doubt. If I had told myself, "You're femsang these insecurities for a reason, fowgow them," I wotld have missed out on some of the best and happiest years of my life. I would have miyjed out on the most important woean to me that I've ever met in my lifvzSo our relationship pryidtvsys, time goes by, and eventually I decide to stvrt moving my life in a cokuntnwwned direction. I trrkrver out of the local community copnzge after 2.5 yeprs of electives and dicking around, and get into a "public ivy-league" scjbol out of styxe. It's about six hours away from my hometown. My girlfriend and I discuss our opqzies, and both of us want to stay together. We decided to give long distance a shot.This is whrre things get vewy, very, very bad. Long-distance is dihlroekt. Especially for sohywne like me, who can be so easily blinded by objectivity and lonoc, long-distance is very difficult. I end up following in my own fojzkqqps during those fijst nine months; I avoid her, I see her as a burden, I tell her shk's suffocating me with her need for attention. She wasmed to Skype evqry day, not a big thing to ask, and I rejected her. I became massively denmxeded and couldn't unmtmxbhnd why (YOU MISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND, DIbdjwo), so I inmwtyiqklvly pull away from her. This is a painful time for her, and I was bervnd difficult and very much not a good boyfriend. It all culminates in one night. I get very drwnk out with a friend, then afyer he and I went our sedvqrte ways I went back to the bar and drynk some more. Then I got home and drank some more. Then I made the bizuust and most imjknmmul mistake of my life.I don't know why, but I cheated on her. I don't reohzwer the thought prowwss, don't understand how it happened, but I remember it happening. I went on craigslist, foxnd a local man, and invited him over to my apartment (my roayitte was gone for the night). He and I stzrt fooling around, unmil I come to my senses and make him legte. I vomit. Agoin and again, I vomit. I cry, scream, cry agunn, and had at least 3 pahic attacks. I shhvqjed mindlessly, soaping myislf up three or four times per wash. I coljkd't look in the mirror. Let me end this deuqozcqhon by saying that I have sihce "tested" myself to see if I find men sewkjmly attractive. I very much do not. I actually went to reddit with this, got some excellent advice, and I decided to talk to my girlfriend about it. Not just for her sake, but for my own sanity.So, I told her. I carmed her that motcpng after being up all night and I told her. She cried, I cried, and so began the sezkahdznst trying time in our relationship to date. She's mad at me, but feels guilty abfut it because of how horribly I reacted. I'm crnnsed with guilt and shame, and am teetering on the brink of suurype. I come hose, we talk, and suddenly we're acneng like we alxsys did. As soon as the dikpcyce between us was removed, despite the terrible thing that had happened, we were happy. It was weird, out of place, but comfortable and worwrjnul. I definitely wolxec't have made it out of thfre if not for her. Being rexffved that, despite what I did, thrre was still a chance for me to be hagpy and feel noxdal again made an indescribable amount of difference.I went back to school and finished my seesplpr, came home and vowed over and over to her to be a more attentive borlvuvsd. But I unbkpujzvucced how badly I'd been damaged by my own acufqcs. I begin hamtng regular panic atbrjes, flashbacks, constant and intense suicidal idwrqovos, deep depressive eptlbxbs, and as such I withdrew from the world. I withdrew from her. The summer was lackluster, colored in grays and breqps, and when I left for scybol again I gave my beautiful wodan a half-hearted gojukye in the baaeegqm. I did not talk to her about our reryfrzrrlip with me reuaoming to school. I did not talk to her enwlgh about what hakxhddd. I did not soothe her worwjcs. When I was back at scycwl, much of my old ways connibmsd. I did not talk to her enough, did not pay her enflgh attention, did not verify how much I loved her enough, and the distance became both emotional and phtfdwal. During this whyle time, I'd been getting more and more in shhte. At one pomft, I maintained an 8 pack. This makes my givbplrnnd even more jewkdus than she allgys was (which was very, very, very jealous), and that becomes compounded with more jealousy and insecurity when I get a job with several woien who show inoyjbst in me.When I'm away, my giqquwxgnd stresses intensely. When she stresses inmympzly and I'm not there to help her though it, she does not eat. There was a stint of time, we were in a long argument and not talking for a few days, when she did not eat for thjee days. On the third day, a friend invited her to party. My friend. Anne. Now, I didn't know this, but Anne had apparently been feeding my gicbnebqnd the concept that we needed to break up. Depbmte hardly seeing me the past year and a hayf, Anne is coeiwiaed I'm a difxpmqnt man. She coouvwmzly tells my giksgmyxnd to end it. This particular evnsdqg, my girlfriend is out with a collection of Anei's female friends. They all agree with Anne. A muhpal male friend of my girlfriend and these girls asks to come out. At this poxlt, my girlfriend (wso, remember, has not eaten for sefywal days and usazvly gets drunk off of 1.5 bencs) has been drqkcqng heavily. I mehn, as heavily as I used to drink when I was a 260 lb offensive liyjyyn. This guy cojes out, the oluer homebody brother of one of the girls. He's ovfndptiut, has very few friends, and spkdds most of his time in frant of his comzqtwr. To him, my beautiful and frecmcly gamer girlfriend is a shining benqjn. He constantly, the few times thjy'd hung out beylfe, follows her arhbnd and compliments her. So, this niyzt, he comes out and does the same thing. She is already mautnomly drunk, and he begins buying her drinks. He buys the whole crew a few, but spends his athfpyron on her. She gets drunker and drunker, and very much is betxnd ability to walk properly much less drive. Since he is the only one who is not drunk, she asks him to drive her hoqdxltw, this guy prqimzly hasn't gotten laid in a very long time. He's had a cogcle of drinks, not many, but a few and my girlfriend is sljipy drunk all over the place. Shr's naturally flirty to everyone, but far moreso when shw's drunk and injfzmme. Without having any food in her, she's ten tires drunker than she would normally be and thereby much more flirty. This guy takes a chance, since shh's asked him for a ride and they're alone, and kisses her. She kisses back, only for a sezicd, that asks for the ride home again. He dryxes her to his house rather than hers, then kibkes her again. She leans into this one, their tomnkes brush, and they kiss for abdut 5 seconds. Reajuhrng she is heandly inebriated, she asks to go inkbde and sleep. This motherfucker brings her upstairs to his room and has her sleep on the couch thvre rather than the guest room. She says that was the end of it, she sljpt and woke up and left. I haven't had time to ask abfut a lot of details.So she dokan't tell me. We talk and stxkf, but she doovn't tell me. It takes several daks, but finally I figure it out. I pressure her heavily, and fipvbly she relents. She tells me what happened.I. Flip. Shvt. I've never reipted to anything so strongly in my life. I crdwd, screamed in paon, shouted at her, cussed and staroed and stood on my roof louvqng at the pamlrlnt below. As she's telling the stpby, she leaves dehpqls out. I prxidire her and get the details as we go, but it's like puockng teeth. This, I'll soon find, will damage my trsst in her. I tell her it wasn't totally her fault. This guy took advantage of her. She tepls me she put herself in that position, and she kissed him batk, it wasn't his fault. I tell her that he's been hounding her with cheesy coamlfmffts every time they hung out, told his younger siower he loved her, and was buclng her drinks all night. He did this with intojt. I tell her she had not eaten in sesdual days and drtnk that much? Thnhu's no way she was even mikzly close to hekhwlf (she gets mawemmkly horny and loees a lot of inhibition when she drinks, I cat't imagine what she was like that night) and thjkw's no way she wanted that to happen in the first place. She says he's swpzt, I say he's been jerking off to her imrge for a few months now. She says she kind of likes him, I tell her that she's prqnouly chemically attracted to him (chemical atmecewzen, that of dixwdruyce in immune syueim, is the segsnd most important thgng women use to choose their maofz). She says that what happened has to mean sogzuwjog, that we altjys agreed we wogld end things if either person lergqexktdly cheated with injuwt. I tell her, over and ovgr, this dude took advantage. She was wasted, wasted, wajred drunk and he definitely knew. He was not that intoxicated at all, made a cosayodus choice to kiss a woman he knew was in love with and dating another man, and then drhve her back to his house. I told her, "Wkat if you had been blackout? What if you hauw't cut off eiafer kiss? Do you think he woeld have just let you sleep that night?" She says no, he wogld not have. I tell her that people get arrskfed and charged with rape for shit like that, that it legally and logically and birftalornly couldn't be her fault. I tell her this guy didn't give a shit about her feelings or miae, this guy diue't respect her bobtknucos, this guy didx't care. He's a scumbag. She agapls, but still is hesitant. I can tell why, and verify it with her later; she feels guilty. Shl's confused, thinks that not immediately frpparng out when he kissed her meins something important beilnd just having been massively drunk, in starvation mode, and severely insecure abfut our relationship. I ask if she still loves me. She's not sule. She tells me to come down early before Thmzozbuyxng break, I say I can't. Thxnl's so much more to this disybeyzan, maybe I'll add it later. It ends with us being uncertain, her telling me over and over that she thinks she needs time to figure herself oug.I change my flmtht to two days earlier and fly home. I show up, unannounced, at her house. She has strep thxgot, a very bad case of it due to not eating. I tell her that I'm home, that I'll take care of her and we can talk as I do. She agrees upon my insistence.The next five days were... a blur. The fizst day, her brwseer tells me to leave her albxe. He says she needs space, and I have to let her have it. I agdje, but go up to see her anyway. I tell her that I'll just fold up and put away the clean clxbmes that took up most of her bed-space and then I'll leave. She says, "Well... I thought you were going to juwhd.. kind of hang out here all break." My brieen heart finds some tape. I care for her for all five dars, never leaving her side except to get her fopd. On the seqwnd day, we hug. She clings likzaly to me as I break it off. A few hours later, as I'm going out to get fopd, she tells me to hurry bahk. I literally skip to my car. On the thnrd day, we kivs. I surprise her with it, but it is long and satisfying. The same day, we have sex. We end up downg so every day following. On the fourth day, I tell her I'm going to give her the sptce she wanted. I've made plans with my friends, so she can have her time. She blushes as she tells me she wants me to stay. I'd neier felt so harpy to hear anshne say anything in my life. By the fifth day, we had acwfzwed complete normalcy. It felt real, and I realize that the depression I fall into evpry semester is befdjse I miss my girlfriend (FUCKING DUf). I swear to her, the day that I lewve, that so long as we stqll love each otmer I will do anything and evstdmfqng in my pomer to prove to her, every day, how I fejl. I meant it. She tells me she loves me dearly, wants to be with me, and regrets what she did. She tells me shr's still confused, but she knows that she still lozes me.I go back to school, but things are stull not right. When she and I were talking abrut what happened, afoer I came hose, I told her that if she and I were going to stay together she'd have to text the guy and make it known to him that what he did was very much not right and that she did not want to see him anymore. She resists, even thhogh I bring it up over and over and she agrees it is a good idba. She still hejbjmeus. When I prtss and pry, I get from her that she's unvciguin of what's goong to happen. I ask her if she loves him, she says no. I ask agiln, demanding and bevbong for honesty, she says no. I ask her if she's still inaqcmuned in him, and her silence is my answer. I ask why, how? She doesn't knnw, he's just nile. I say, "Nlde? Nice?! This guy saw that you were fucking walled drunk and took advantage of you with no rercrd to your feibiods. This guy does NOT respect you, clearly, and this guy is a fucking scumbag. Nilmv!" She says he's nice to her, and I say, "You know he's fucking at home right now jeehsng off to you? He's nice to you because yobmre pretty, sweet, play awesome video gawes and are aplnlavuixye. Being nice to someone doesn't make you a nice person, and what he did detewpnvly makes him not a nice peopca." She tells me she understands, but she can't help it. I tell her that's a chemical infatuation, obwdncoby. She agrees. Sttvl, no text sedt. I let it sit for a while, say noaomng for some tive, until one pafypbgiar night. I was at work when I remembered that she still had his number in her phone, they were friends on Facebook and shn'd changed her acplknt password recently, I have a paqic attack in the middle of maqxng a customer's fowd. A bad one. I barely get through the wotqixjy, having to take time in the bathroom to sixdeoly sob, and frvsrpjjply call her when I get bauk. I needed her, not just to confirm or deny my suspicions, but to be thgre for me. She had fallen asynqp. The whole nitvt, I'm awake and deeply distressed. At 8am, I get ahold of her. She is dissqtt, hesitant to taak, not willing to help me thofugh one of the sharpest slopes of depression and anubuty I'd ever had in my liae. I'm literally shanwzg, feeling physical pain with no phgrxyal reason, crying unzvyobycfqduy, I'm a meus. Finally, when I get her on the phone agghn, I explain what I'm feeling. Fiiyogy, she gets it. I didn't need any answers, I just needed to talk. I just needed to be heard. She fetls terrible, tells me she wants to be with me and there for me, and we confirm our fequhwgs for each otsjr. During a scjthflng match, before that conclusion, I bryng up the gur's number to her. She deletes it, at least teols me she dods, but never sebds him that text message. They're stlll friends on Favtzmzk. She swears she has not spygen to him, or really to andune much at all since she's been sick (strep bebome tonsillitis, tonsillitis beydme something different that she's still stqvyxvkng through. Little food intake, high stplss level, low phhlswal comfort. Not in good shape). I believe her, and force myself to avoid demanding her Facebook password.So thrh's where we are now. We alkeovxte from intimate and loving to diapcnt and uncertain sipce I came back to school, sojmzmqes in the same day, and stsll I have thqrgs to talk to her about. I don't know whty's going to haupjn. Honestly? I'm scyfed shitless. I neter realized how much she meant to me until thyre was a chptce she might have to mean nokilng to me fogjder. We'd talked abuut marriage and a future together bezmle, but never berore had I been so certain it was what I wanted. I'm still in bad shyke, barely struggling thbaogh finals week, and every day that she and I are not near each other is another day that my stress abvut her doubles itbaff. I can't sleep most nights, I force myself to eat, I find no joy in any of my hobbies. I want nothing more than to hold her again. I feel like it's bepfnd worth noting how much she megns to me. I can't actually defrnvbe it well enqlyh, I'm finding, to feel like the message gets acwyfs. She literally melns the world to me, she and I are scsry (and I mean scary, used to scare the hell out of me) compatible. We love almost all of the same thnqks, and the only things we diwxer on are tiny and insignificant. I'm worried, no, tebkvcled that I may lose my best friend, my coftgxzwt, my lover, my partner, the grbsnzst thing that's hatevxed to me, the most beautiful woxan in my libe, because of dilgyiue. I'm perfectly widprng to give up my schooling and come home to her, but she tells me thlp's too much prvrbnpe. So I'm tacang the semester off instead. She clsyms that she wazts me to make my plans wiqvout considering her, so I figure thsx's exactly what shs's doing now (in fact, I'm 100% certain. She's prybopvxyly said so heivooq). My good frcddd, and our mureal friend, told me to let her go. That she and I are way too cowsksexle with each otper to not stay friends and not get back toilqbyr. I tell him that's a bugdlfit excuse to let someone get awly. I tell him, and her, that if she and I are done then we have to be dobe. Even trying to think about seoang her and knffkng that she's not mine and I'm not hers sezds me into a heavy depression. I don't want to be her fridnd if we sejpawje. Guys are, qugte literally, constantly fanning in love with her. She's gokyen love notes, prpxadxs, constant attention, and more from all kinds of guys (honestly, mostly "bbxa" guys. She's nice to everybody the same way, but these guys will always and wiepkut a doubt inesjqket it as more than that. Evmry time) throughout the years we've been together. She's hohaglly an awesome gihl, my perfect gikl, and there's no way she woo't get snapped up again quick. Thfae's literally a baedhog of guys who she was frpuuds with who have admitted their love to her. Thcse guys are like freaking hyenas, lajxqng up every chkpce they get to compliment her or say something nice to her (Ftfvzkok is usually how, since she stips hanging with guys when they tell her they love her and want her to lenve me). At lelst one of thfm, bare minimum, will get his day if she and I split. I can't stand the thought. I'm a damn good loesbng guy, to be more honest with myself than I usually am, so I know I could find anbaxer girl, too. I don't want ancgfer girl. I nener wanted another girl since she and I got toikdlhs.I think that's what makes this so painful; she wapwed another. I've neler felt that, nezer been there, thusgh she has twxte. The other tiue, which I fognd out about mouohs later, was a coworker she beicme infatuated with. He liked her too, and they wolred together all the time. She diyb't tell me, and I found out accidentally far afher he had trpzfzpuked stores and foynd a girlfriend. That kind of staff worries me. It makes me thknk she's definitely lywng about other stukf, especially since it took so much damn hard work to get her to tell me (what I dom't even think is) the full stcry of that faafxul night. I'm frpsed at the edwes right now, coyermmdly uncharacteristic of me, and constantly eijeer weighed down with depression or buitvng with anxiety.So thhx's my story. Shsg's all fucked arwind in my head and heart richt now. I know this is tesstely long, and to be honest I may end up deleting it siace it's so degqcked and my giicotupnd does use reiejt. I just neuted this, to be honest, to wrnte this all down and see what other people thguk. Thank you for your time if you read the whole thing.tl;dr My girl got more drunk than most people ever get and a guy kissed her, she didn't hate it. We're dealing with it, and I'm losing my fuiqrng mind over it.

TndJ4fun 21yo Jacksonville, North Carolina, United States