A story by: Chiara Mazzucco
(A tribute to a friend, hope this gets you to smile pumkin)
"Oh no! I can't marry you!" said Shayne running out to her car. Brandon closed his eyes and chased her. "Shayney, baby... my heart and soul... I long for your touch, forever... in bed... be my wife, i beg of thee". Shayne looked up from her purse as she was searching for the keys. "Will you shut the fuck up with this load of shit talk ? What the fuck? Romeo and fuckin' Juliett? You want that Brandon? How about the fucking fact that Romeo doesn't fuck Julietts co worker? Oh! And Romeo doesn't take 500$ out of Julietts fucking goddamned bank account to score some pot?". By now, the whole neighborhood had come out to watch the fight. "Baby, please. Lets talk about this. Lets talk, rationally about us." ... At this point in time, Shayne was laughing to herself watching Brandon get closer and closer to the groud as he kneeled lower and lower, placing himself more at her mercy.
See, let me tell you what the bastard did to me. You think you love someone, right? You move in together after 4 years of being highschool sweethearts. Shit, you fucking go through college together too. Oh ladies! You found your fucking soul mate! So yeah, sure... Have access to my fuckin bank account, i trust you.. and I believe you when you tell me you're getting a job with your father's best friends roomate.. You son of a bitch.
You grow uptogether, sweet huh? You even learn to ignore the fact his penis smells like old rotten eggs when you go down on him for a fuckin blowjob, you know... The thing you do to "pleasure" your man. You learn to ignore the fact he's wrong about everything he argues about.. even when you let him win. You learn to ignore to fact that he looks like a lazy eyed racoon when he lays on your stomach to look up at you, wanting sex. And what do you get back? You come home, ladies, after a hard day of work... oh wait, ask me why my day was so hard? Because my slut co worker Tammy went home early claiming to be sick. So you offer to taker over her shift. Besides.... she's dumb and never picks up her tips. So yeah back to the point, you come home after a hard day of work, lay down on your bed and you actually smell vagina. Ew what the fuck. Your face wrinkles up and you start sniffing around. Your boyfriend soul mate love toy sweet cheeks, is NO where to be found. Ok, you think, I can fall asleep anyway.. the smell isnt so bad. You fall asleep and you hear fucking. And you think, wait... is this an out of body fuckin experience, am I fuckin Brandon without knowing it? Oh, of course not.. He, my darling, is fucking your coworker Tammy in your kitchen. Yes, her ass is in the sink, the one where you clean your dishes, yea, that you eat off of. Try forgiving your one and only for that. I did it. I did it well too. I believed in that son of a bitch.
So a few months later, I found his cell phone laying around. Missed calls from girls left and right, messages from girls too. When I confronted the pig, he had an excuse for everything. Funny how men seem to justify everything/ That sick son of a bitch.
Anyway for about 2 years there had been more cases of the shit cheating on me.. till one night, I cought him in bed with my sister, and that just grossed me the fuck out, to the point where I was out of faith, love and respect for the male species.
"Shayne, listen... I can change.. I just need someone to believe in me, to believe my heart, to feel my breathing, something amazing, something beautiful, i need that, baby I need you".. Brandon was ridiculous. He was shouting at the top of his lungs and Shayne just couldnt breathe. Her head started spinning and she started crying. Her strength was down. "I hate you Brandon Myers, I hate you with every inch of me.. for everything you did to me, MARK MY WORDS I WILL NEVER DATE ANOTHER BOY AGAIN, May God strike me if I dont truly intend to do so! thank you FOR RUINING ALL THE FAITH I HAD IN MEN-KIND.... I FUCKIN HATE You, !!!!!!". She kicked him in the face and got into her car. She put the key in the ignition and turned the car on... and then, she drove... never to look back again. Why didn't she look back? Because she lost control of the car and smashed it into a pole that ironically had a poster attached to it /// What was written?
"Seeking lesbian, Men-hating woman who decided to judge the whole male species based on one fuckbag who came out a lil screwed up in the head."
Moral of the story?
Sorry for the spelling mistakes this was written really fast & I dont feel like fixing it. :)