After giving me attitude this morning after trying to talk to him. He facetimed me on his break to day, asking me if I needed money. I would live on the street before asking him for money. So, yea, after that conversation where he was fake happy with me. He walks into the apartment. No, hi or nothing. He walks in talking to some girl on the phone. I texted him "You know if you wanted to secretly talk to your hoes, you could just go talk to them in your car". He ended the convo with that girl, and comes out the bathroom saying "Was that a joke, because I'm really hoping it was a joke".
You think it would be all peaches and roses living with the man that you supposedly "love", but it's not. He's on his phone a lot, most likely texting other girls. I clean everything, including his clothes, and he almost never sleeps here. Oh, also, he's going back to his wife. I saw all this coming don't be fooled.
I know. I know. After reading that last post, you're probably thinking that I'm a horrible friend. If only you knew how Jamie and I met. That's a story for another time. Now, back to the story.
It all started September 20th. He had been in a situationship with my best friend at the time, Sally. Her and I reconnected recently throughout the Black Lives Matter protests. We were texting one day, while she was doing the deed with a boy I once knew. She had texted me after asking if I wanted to play a game of pool with them. Of course, not knowing what was to happen soon after, I said "I would love to".