It’s like a nagging, persistence that bubbles in the front of my head, when it happens.
It happened before with another ex, Tara.
She, true to form, denied everything. But, I’m not stupid.
Then I was in a bar with Tara and this guy walked in and I knew that he was the one she’d been with. It was like sixth sense, you know?
She denied it, but he didn’t when I followed him to the bog and asked him outright.
He was all,
‘I di’n’t know she was wi’ someone bro’. Deep respect.’
His stupid way of talking aside, I believed him. So, I just walked out and never saw the bitch again. Easy.
Now, I’ve been with Kelly three months and we get on alright, but I’m getting that nagging feeling again.
It’s nibbling at my head.
She went out to see Sarah, she said. They’re going out for a Nando’s; then maybe a chick flick, she said.
But I know that’s beyond bollocks. She’s secretly seeing someone else and it isn’t Sarah.
Kelly can now consider herself dumped. I don’t do lying cows.
Let me tell you that the evidence is staring me in the fucking face. Pure naked truth before my very own eyes.
You see, I know for a fact that she’s not out with Sarah, because Sarah’s sprawled out beside me, starkers, in my bed.
I fucking hate cheaters.