Well, pretty sure the final chapter of this fucked up coaster of emotion is upon me. Last night, when my chick got home, the first thing she says is "I lied to you." Pretty much, I knew what she was talking about immediately, I had just been waiting for her to come out with it. Took 3 days.
She had taken some pics of herself in my mirror from behind, pants down and shirt up. When I asked her about it, she told me she took them for me. At that second, I knew it was bs, because I can"t get pic messages right now. I let on a few times, seeing if she"d just be honest, and finally she was. She had sent them to a guy I used to work with at my last restaurant, who recently had moved to Maine, and who was married to her best friend. They had recently split and were getting a divorce, which we all saw coming.
Now, I"m just through. Told her she needed to get her shit together and get out. She cried, screamed, begged, apologized, told me how much she loved me, but I still told her to leave.
I"m fucking tired right now. I"m hurt, yeah, but mostly I"m just tired. I"m ready to move the fuck on, promised myself the next time some shit went down, that that was going to be it. She"s gone now, I"m getting the shit she"s left here together so she can get it when I"m gone. Sucks though, because she"s a waitress where I just got a job at in the kitchen. Thankfully, I"m not really mad or resentful, so I can maintain some professionalism at work.
I"m moving away in 5-7 months. I"m going to be going to the Culinary Institute of America campus in San Antonio, moving on to the New York campus afterward, and building my future and career. I don"t have the energy or the time to waste on bitter feuds.
Another one bites the dust.