I’ve always believed that cheating is an automatic death sentence for a relationship. If you get cheated on and take the girl back, you are a weaker species. As humans, we accept the love we think we deserve, and I don’t think highly of myself, but I deserve a little better than a stranger plowing my soul mate while I’m blogging to put food on the table they probably fucked on. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. I actually don’t even think I should even have to ask–“don’t fuck anyone else” should be an unwritten rule when entering into a relationship. Again, these are the opinions of a 28-year-old single dude who hasn’t celebrated a Valentine’s Day since jean shorts were in style.

Nonetheless, my boy Sean knows what I’m talking about. After catching his fiancé banging another dude in the home they made together, Sean had to combat his ex’s attempts at getting back in his good graces.

The whole conversation is a roller coaster and it’s clearly obvious that this chick is about two grapes short of a fruit salad (that’s my grandfather’s term for batshit crazy. RIP Papa).