I (20F) broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago and was trying to be the bigger person, but then his best friend (let’s call him J) hit me up last night, all “you okay?” vibes.
Spoiler: I was not okay and I didn’t wanna be.
I went over there already knowing deep down it wasn’t gonna be just “talking.” Like, let’s be real. He looked at me like he owned me the second I walked through the door. I swear we didn’t even finish our first drink before I was pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around him, making the kind of mistakes that feel way too good to ever regret.
I knew it was reckless. I knew it would hurt my ex.
I didn’t care.
In that moment it felt like the only real thing in a world that makes zero f*cking sense.
He absolutely wrecked me. Like — tossed me on the bed, ripped my clothes off, left handprints and bruises and bite marks everywhere…and all I could think was: “YES. MORE. DESTROY ME.”
It was raw and filthy and perfect. Zero emotions. Zero expectations. Just two people who didn’t give a damn about anything but right now.
We went at it over and over till the sun came up. I literally couldn’t walk straight this morning and honestly? 10/10 would ruin my life again.
Nothing matters. Might as well come.
