This is my first-ever blog and I plan to use it as my personal diary, with no identifying details. (As a working professional with clients, it's probably a good idea that my full identity is not released.) As a single woman in her twenties, I think a lot of readers will be able to relate to the things I'm going through, so hopefully this will at least entertain, if not help, a lot of people out there.
So here's my story...
I recently broke up with my boyfriend of 4.5 years after discovering that he had used my car to meet up with some other girl. I take that back - I have no proof that he met up with anyone else. What I do know is that he borrowed my car, supposedly to meet up with a male friend, but when I got it back, all of my personal belongings - anything that said "girl" had been shoved in a box and hid in the trunk. Suspect? Definitely. This was not the first time I had suspicions, so I finally got the courage to break it off. The interesting/weird part? We still talk and have sex regularly... and I'm waiting for him to come over right now.
