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<\/p>\nEmpez\u00f3 como un d\u00eda normal, mis hijos me despertaron antes de que sonara el despertador y yo me qued\u00e9 de pie en la puerta durante cinco minutos antes de armarme de valor para empezar el d\u00eda.<\/p>\n
Salimos corriendo mucho m\u00e1s r\u00e1pido de lo necesario, como todos los d\u00edas, porque tengo ansiedad. Dej\u00e9 a las ni\u00f1as en sus colegios y me dirig\u00ed al m\u00edo. Llegu\u00e9 a clase torpemente pronto, como todos los d\u00edas porque, como ya he dicho, tengo ansiedad.<\/p>\n
When class finally ended, I responsibly went to my pharmacy to pick up my birth control and antidepressants. I was a few days late picking those up so you can only imagine my mental state. There was some problem with my insurance so I had to make a miserable phone call, to sit on hold, only to find out it\u2019d take twenty-four hours to fix.<\/p>\n
I left the pharmacy and began driving home when I got the phone call. It was from a blocked number and for some reason I\u2019ll never know, I answered it.<\/p>\n
I heard a woman\u2019s soft voice say, \u201cHello? Who is this?\u201d In a not so friendly way, I responded, \u201cUhh you called me,\u201d and then she said something that made my stomach drop. \u201cI\u2019m just trying to figure out if my husband is cheating on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fuckkkkkkkkkk. I knew exactly who she was talking about. I will call him \u2018Stash\u2019. I had met Stash on Tinder a couple of weeks before. We had this bomb situation where we were each other\u2019s booty calls but neither had any interest in dating or even really becoming friends. He had come over a couple of times, we had super thrilling sex, drank a glass of OJ together and then he left.<\/p>\n
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Despu\u00e9s de la primera vez que quedamos, me dijo que ten\u00eda un hijo y que se estaba divorciando. Ella se hab\u00eda llevado al ni\u00f1o y se hab\u00eda marchado del estado y \u00e9l estaba agotado de lidiar con su exmujer, una psic\u00f3pata total.<\/p>\n
My first instinct was to protect him from his crazy ex. I played dumb briefly. \u201cUmm I\u2019m talking to three people named Stash, I\u2019m not sure which one you\u2019re asking about.\u201d She said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to give you his last name but did you meet him on Tinder and have sex with him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Soy el peor de los mentirosos, probablemente a causa de mi ansiedad. Empec\u00e9 a sudar, mal; \u00bfen qu\u00e9 demonios me hab\u00eda metido?<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you got a divorce!\u201d I said, in the most ashamed voice I\u2019d ever heard. I saw it then, all the red flags, everything that had been screaming \u2018this guy is a total fuck, run away, don\u2019t sleep with him\u2019. I felt for her at that moment and realized I didn\u2019t give a shit about this guy I hardly knew, that she deserved to know.<\/p>\n
I told her yes, I had in fact met Stash on Tinder and we had slept together. She wanted specific dates and times of each occasion. This girl was organized as shit. It\u2019s like she had a list of questions written out and ready.<\/p>\n
Me pregunt\u00f3 d\u00f3nde viv\u00eda; me negu\u00e9 a dec\u00edrselo porque no ten\u00eda ni idea de c\u00f3mo se llamaba. En el fondo de mi mente estaba pensando que era una trampa, \u00bfc\u00f3mo podr\u00eda alguien en SoCal encontrar mi n\u00famero de tel\u00e9fono, saber que hab\u00eda conocido a alguien llamado Stash en Tinder y saber que hab\u00edamos dormido juntos?<\/p>\n
She told me her name, I will say it\u2019s \u2018Beauty\u2019. She then bounced back to a specific date and time Stash had come over and when I answered, she said, \u201cI know exactly where you live\u201d How? Their phones shared locations. He was a fucking idiot.<\/p>\n
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Turns out the day he showed up to my house and drove away before even getting out of his truck wasn\u2019t because his dog had a seizure and his neighbor called him to come home. It was because she had seen his out of norm location and called him and he told her he had taken a wrong turn.<\/p>\n
Later that evening \u2018when his dog was better\u2019, he came over and we hooked up. He mentioned how he had left his phone at home. Turns out it was so his GPS would say he was home so she wouldn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
Me preocup\u00e9 por esa perra, me preocup\u00e9 por ella, ya que por lo que describ\u00eda sonaba igual que c\u00f3mo hab\u00eda muerto mi Golden Retriever. Mis emociones no medicadas se hab\u00edan encendido y eso hab\u00eda sido innecesario porque todo era mentira.<\/p>\n
Beauty me llam\u00f3 varias veces a lo largo del d\u00eda, a veces habl\u00e1bamos durante m\u00e1s de treinta minutos. Ten\u00eda una pregunta tras otra y al final me inform\u00f3 de que estaba embarazada de su segundo hijo en com\u00fan. A m\u00ed me enga\u00f1aron durante todo mi primer embarazo. Me compadec\u00ed de ella y eso me dio a\u00fan m\u00e1s ganas de ayudarla.<\/p>\n
Mientras tanto, recib\u00ed un mensaje de texto de Cowboy. \u00c9l y yo hab\u00edamos estado saliendo y enroll\u00e1ndonos durante unos tres meses.<\/p>\n
He wanted to let me know that out of the blue his baby momma wanted to try as a family again. My stomach dropped again. We had just had sex the night before and I had a gut feeling that this wasn\u2019t out of the blue.<\/p>\n
A little birdie had told me he had a history of cheating and I ignored it because we weren\u2019t in a relationship. Then it dawned on me\u2014his sketchiness and how secretive and \u2018busy\u2019 he always was. He had been living two lives and once again I was in the middle of infidelity.<\/p>\n
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\u00bfDos en un d\u00eda? Wtf estaba mal conmigo. Todo estall\u00f3 entonces. Hab\u00eda estado enga\u00f1ando a la madre de sus hijos conmigo durante tres meses.<\/p>\n
Presa del p\u00e1nico, llam\u00e9 a mi mejor amiga y corr\u00ed a su casa. Perd\u00ed mi mierda 100%. Se fue. Era un aut\u00e9ntico desastre. De alg\u00fan modo, se dio cuenta de por qu\u00e9 estaba hiperventilando y me mir\u00f3 con tristeza y compasi\u00f3n. Mientras yo ten\u00eda un ataque de ansiedad por el hecho de que dos mujeres fueran enga\u00f1adas por mi culpa, ella dijo una simple frase que cambi\u00f3 mi punto de vista por completo.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a victim too.\u201d Woah, hold up anxiety, get a grip on yourself. She was absolutely correct.<\/p>\n
Mi estado de \u00e1nimo pas\u00f3 instant\u00e1neamente de ser un completo desastre caliente, hiperventilando, lleno de ansiedad, feo llorando destroza hogares a enojado. A la mierda, no iba a llevar ese peso sobre mis hombros, tambi\u00e9n me hab\u00edan mentido, era hora de que me hiciera cargo de esa situaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n
Mientras pensaba c\u00f3mo actuar, recib\u00ed una llamada de Beauty; me dijo que Stash estaba casi en casa (seg\u00fan el GPS) y que quer\u00eda que me enfrentara a \u00e9l y lo grabara. En ese momento, la cantidad de culpa que ten\u00eda por haber participado sin saberlo era demasiada y estaba dispuesta a hacer casi cualquier cosa para ayudarla.<\/p>\n
Conduje hasta su casa y llam\u00e9 a la puerta, tranquilo y confiado, con mi tel\u00e9fono grabando en el bolsillo, sabiendo que hab\u00eda una chica ansiosa y dulce esperando mi informe completo despu\u00e9s. Abri\u00f3 la puerta con una expresi\u00f3n de horror y sorpresa.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d he excitedly exclaimed. \u201cWhat the fuck is going on and why am I getting phone calls from your wife in San Diego?\u201d He opened the door and asked me to come in, as he was quick on the defense to tell me every lie possible, stumbling over his words; he was digging himself even deeper in a hole and he couldn\u2019t even keep his lies straight anymore.<\/p>\n
I felt bad for him, how miserable to live that life, one so full of lies he didn\u2019t even know what was real anymore.<\/p>\n
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After hearing him ramble complete bullshit for five minutes, I was heading to the door to leave and he said, \u201cHey, don\u2019t leave without a hug,\u201d and he walked over and gave me one. I got in my car and drove away, thinking about how desperate I had been for someone to be there that I had allowed myself to get involved with two completely shady, deceitful people and had unknowingly helped them both hurt people who loved them.<\/p>\n
Le di el informe a Beauty y le envi\u00e9 la grabaci\u00f3n. Entr\u00e9 en mis aplicaciones de citas, cancel\u00e9 las dos citas futuras que ten\u00eda programadas y desactiv\u00e9 mis cuentas. Pensaba que lo hab\u00eda hecho muy bien al no mostrar un comportamiento autodestructivo mientras avanzaba a trompicones por la vida. Me equivocaba. Me estaba haciendo da\u00f1o a m\u00ed misma y a los dem\u00e1s porque ten\u00eda demasiado miedo de sentarme sola en silencio y tener que afrontar lo que me hab\u00eda pasado en los \u00faltimos ocho a\u00f1os.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m going to do that now, I am going to be alone. I have now been burned twice more by men who I carelessly trusted, simply because they gave me positive attention. I\u2019m back. I\u2019m once again a fully-fledged man hater.<\/p>\n
Que les jodan a todos. Ah, y a la mierda Tinder. En palabras de los Drive-By Truckers,<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I’ll meet you at the bottom if there really is one
They always told me when you hit it you’ll know it
But I’ve been falling so long it’s like gravity’s gone and I’m just floating\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe I\u2019ve found it.<\/p>\n
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