I woke up this morning to an empty bed and a 2 page Dear John letter on my desk. After I went to bed last night, my gf snooped through my computer and saw where I pm'd a pic of myself to a female Dawgs poster. I'm hung over and going back to bed for a little while. I will process this later.
This girl literally sneakily left you after snooping in your shit only to find a harmless PM? She's a drama queen. You're better off w/out her.
... You guys know he watches like five hours minimum of wrestling per week and has like eight belts hanging on his wall, right? I don't care if she cold-called every number in my phone, the woman who tolerates that is marriage material.
I'm sworn to secrecy, but she reciprocated with a pic as well and I responded, "Nice! Now I can't get up from my desk." That was referenced in the dear John letter. I didn't even send a dick pic. It was just my upper torso.