She was batshit and had crazy borderline energy. We’d split up because of very simple rules I have about behaving like adults in a relationship which was pretty much fucking impossible for her.

She kept having to come over to pick up things from my place she forgot here. She came over to get a shirt or some shit and her ass was just… fuck. She was wearing these little booty shorts and like. I’m a weak man. I couldn’t not do it. Plus she said she’d had all this growth and stuff (all lies) so fuck it. I knew what a terrible idea it was an how lucky I was to have made it out clean the first time but those who know know.

Anyway. We get back together. She has an std. claims she had no idea how she got it. I didn’t get it but. Add not fucking anyone without a condom while we’re broken up to the list of lies.

We’re together for like a month and I break up with her again because she’s incapable of discussing things in good faith without yelling or losing her temper. She calls me the day after I dump her and tells me she’s pregnant, which I didn’t believe but fuck it. I’ll deal with the consequences of my action and be a good father. Cue like 2 months of her calling me and texting me to discuss our relationship, screaming yelling into the phone while I repeatedly reiterate that I’m only willing to talk about the child she’s supposedly carrying.

Anyway the calls eventually stop. I hear through the grapevine her new boyfriend is freaking out because he’s knocked her up 2 months later. Which is… uh.

AFAIK she never did have a baby, and was probably never even pregnant.

There’s so much more but.

Why did I get back with her?

Those who know know.