So today, I broke up with my girlfriend of a year and a half.
She seemed like a decent person, we had a great time really with very few issues between us up until the last 2 months or so. She was quite pretty, paid attention to her health/fitness and didn't seem like the sort of person who'd fuck you over given half a chance.
Turns out, she cheated on me one drunken evening and slept with someone else. She got caught though, in a way that might have never happened had it not been for a lot of really random friendships that link from here to Glasgow and back. As usual in these cases, it was a case of the one who's been fucked over being the last to know.
Since ultimately that's pretty much the sort of behaviour that can never be forgiven, I ended it. What else is there to do really? Nothing imo.
I know I could sit and spend hours and weeks wondering what I did wrong, or why I deserved it (some of you probably have some suggestions

No drugs, no excessive drinking, never lied to her, never cheated. Picked her up when she was down, was affectionate (but not to the point of being overbearing), brought her on holiday a few times where we had a grand time, treated her decently right down the line. Worked hard at school, brought her to interesting shows, out for dinner, listened to her and never once hit her or made her feel insignificant or physically scared. (no, i've never hit a girl) I guess she just didn't value it as much as I did. I guess it's just another lesson learned and I guess there's really not much else I could have done.
I didn't discuss politics with her (I know what you're thinking, and yes, you have a point, a valid one). It also may surprise you to hear that we never argued, or rowed, violently. We discussed our issues really pretty rationally. As rationally as any couple could be expected to. It was one of our strongest points. But it wasn't boring. It was, for me anyway, kept exciting and new and as fresh as possible.
She was never able to handle drink too well, and she only really started drinking heavily about 2 and a half months ago or so. Ironic that the "drunk irishman" is bringing up a drink story thats happened to him I know. Well, it turned out that she did the dirty one of those heavily drunken nights.
And of all people to tell me, it was my sister. Who had given her an ultimatum "you tell him or I do". She couldn't even do that. And left to my sister. What a shitty thing to do.
Rough stuff. But hey, such is life.
I don't really know what the point of this was, I'm just sitting here trying not to go too insane and thought this may provide some comedy for those who despise me and something interesting to talk about for those who aren't twats. Also, valllidate me! (Not really, but hey, fuck it). I definitely thought we had a good thing going. And it seems that this was just a drunken mistake on her part. But its not an excuse. There is no excuse. There just isn't. There's 3 billion women in the world right? Plenty more fish in the sea etc etc. I should be fine. I'm 24, not tied to anything or anyone except my degree, so why settle for less?
So yeah, pretty shitty day. I know this feels like a blog entry, but I don't actually have a blog and I thought I may as well let the vultures get their fill, and also be a bit emo because, well, I just fucking feel like it right now. What a load of big hairy bollocks bullshit.
So, anyone else got some equally ridiculous cheating/dumped/dumping stories they wish to share?
Tonight, for the first time in 2 weeks, I actually will be the "drunk irishman".
Fin.
P.s - Hope it was worth it bitch!