I love the random humor, but I am certainly thankful for a serious post.
Thank you.
In any case, here's my most recent story. I dated a girl for 5 years. She was a friend of my sister's. Babysat my neice and nephew. We clicked and started dating. Found out a little later she had an abusive home life. So, I managed to find her a job thanks to family connections and got found her a place to live. Things were ok at first. I ended up ill do to various circumstances because of enviromental factors. About a few months ago, she started acting strange. Going out all hours, not good explanation. Anyway, one day I come home from work to find half my stuff gone, my cats gone and of course...she was gone. In the months prior, I had felt VERY sick and had alot of weird reactions. When I was cleaning out her old closet...what I found Incould never be prepared for. Thousands of different pills. How she got them, who knows...but, one of them were pills I was allergic to. It explained ALOT. Basically, she was drugging me for months. Later, I would find out from her cousin, she was a clinical phychopath. I was her mark from the very beginning. I was lucky to get out alive.
That's the short version, but because of that...I'm just a little bit salty about love at the moment. It would take ALOT for me to trust a woman again.