Coming up on two years ago I broke up with the love of my life, a young lady called Lizzy. We had been together for nearly 3 years but after a change in jobs she was annoyed that I wasn't seeing her very often and despite this she was still demanding expensive gifts on a regular basis so I decided that enough was enough and we broke up.
From there it was downhill, she was on the market for a month before she ran off with my best friend Graham and each time I saw them together a little piece of me died. Their relationship has been far from smooth and she has cheated on him twice, once with me a year ago when I was up north for a wedding. It felt very strange at the time, I did really enjoy myself but it reopened old wounds that hurt too much and I swore that it would never happen again.
The last few months have been very difficult for them, first she broke her glasses resulting in Graham having to buy her a new pair and then at the end of September she was the victim of a brutal attack that left her needing plastic surgery. The plastic surgery was done last week and was very successful so I was very surprised when she called me last Saturday in tears and told me that Graham was planning on leaving her for another woman called Porsche. This stayed on my mind for the rest of the day and I thought a good nights sleep would help but the whole of Sunday all I could do was think about her and what it felt like to be inside her so on Sunday I called Graham and had a chat with him, he remains my best friend despite running off with my girl and I offered to help him out of a difficult situation and take her back.
Heading up to Newcastle tomorrow (via a work meeting in Leeds so a free trip
) to pick her up. I'm bouncing around like a 5 year old that has been fed a 6 pack of full fat Coke.
cough
From there it was downhill, she was on the market for a month before she ran off with my best friend Graham and each time I saw them together a little piece of me died. Their relationship has been far from smooth and she has cheated on him twice, once with me a year ago when I was up north for a wedding. It felt very strange at the time, I did really enjoy myself but it reopened old wounds that hurt too much and I swore that it would never happen again.
The last few months have been very difficult for them, first she broke her glasses resulting in Graham having to buy her a new pair and then at the end of September she was the victim of a brutal attack that left her needing plastic surgery. The plastic surgery was done last week and was very successful so I was very surprised when she called me last Saturday in tears and told me that Graham was planning on leaving her for another woman called Porsche. This stayed on my mind for the rest of the day and I thought a good nights sleep would help but the whole of Sunday all I could do was think about her and what it felt like to be inside her so on Sunday I called Graham and had a chat with him, he remains my best friend despite running off with my girl and I offered to help him out of a difficult situation and take her back.
Heading up to Newcastle tomorrow (via a work meeting in Leeds so a free trip
) to pick her up. I'm bouncing around like a 5 year old that has been fed a 6 pack of full fat Coke.cough
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