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“I was in my 20s, working near the mall and using public transport. There was this guy who also used public transport, and I’d see him often. It turns out he worked at the mall, and eventually, we struck up a conversation that led to secret hookups behind closed doors. Being young, healing from childhood abuse, and looking for love, I didn’t care about myself or whether it was right or wrong. It was attention that I craved and got, even if I was being used, which I was. He never wanted to be in public, and wanted to keep things a secret because he didn’t want anyone to interfere in our relationship, or so he said. He didn’t want to get caught by his girlfriend, whom he claimed to love.”
“Seeing him depressed me, and every time I saw him, I felt grosser and disgusting. Despite my efforts to show I cared and wanted more, I knew he’d never change his intentions with me. On Valentine’s Day, he asked me out on a legit date, and I turned him down, which angered him. That night, I found some very interesting information, which I used to my advantage. I found out he was cheating on his girlfriend AND me with other people, and he was cheating on those girls with other girls. That night, I also found out his girlfriend’s name and where she lived. Later that week, at 6 a.m., I called the girlfriend, apologizing to her for sleeping with him. She had no clue what I was talking about. I also apologized to her for how badly he had treated her. She had no clue he was cheating with everyone. A year later, I ended up working with her, and they were still together, and he tried to hook up with me, which I turned him down by threatening to tell her about us.
Last I heard, he was single and alone, nearly nine years ago. No woman in their right mind wanted anything to do with him. Marlon, wherever you are, I hope you’ve grown up.”
—Anonymous
