And think to yourself, "damn, I dodge a bullet on that one!"
My high school sweetheart cheated on me, and left me for her manager at Bennigan's 20 something years ago. I went through years of heartbreak, anguish, countless back and forth phone calls, with the "you'll always be my soulmate but..." bullshit conversations. Even though I moved on, there's always that little black scar...until. I saw her on Facebook and now she's fat as fuck, miserable, living off state cheese, and raising three kids from four different fathers.
Suck it, you fat cunt!
