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<\/p>\nCome\u00e7ou por ser mais um dia normal, em que os meus filhos me acordaram antes do despertador e eu fiquei \u00e0 porta durante cinco minutos antes de ganhar coragem para come\u00e7ar o dia.<\/p>\n
Sa\u00edmos da porta muito mais depressa do que o necess\u00e1rio, tal como todos os dias, porque tenho ansiedade. Deixei as raparigas nas suas escolas e dirigi-me para a minha. Cheguei \u00e0 aula estranhamente cedo, tal como todos os outros dias, porque, como j\u00e1 disse, tenho ansiedade.<\/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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Depois da primeira vez que estivemos juntos, ele disse-me que tinha um filho e que estava a passar por um div\u00f3rcio. Ela tinha levado a crian\u00e7a e deixado o estado e ele estava exausto de lidar com a sua ex-mulher completamente psicopata.<\/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
Sou a pior mentirosa, provavelmente por causa da minha ansiedade. Comecei a suar, mal; em que raio me tinha 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
Perguntou-me onde eu morava; recusei-me a dizer-lhe porque n\u00e3o fazia a m\u00ednima ideia do nome dela. No fundo da minha mente, estava a pensar que era uma armadilha, como \u00e9 que algu\u00e9m em SoCal podia encontrar o meu n\u00famero de telefone, saber que eu tinha conhecido algu\u00e9m chamado Stash no Tinder e saber que t\u00ednhamos 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
Preocupava-me com aquele c\u00e3o, preocupava-me com ele, pois, pelo que ele descreveu, parecia exatamente como o meu Golden Retriever tinha morrido. As minhas emo\u00e7\u00f5es n\u00e3o medicadas tinham-se ativado e isso tinha sido desnecess\u00e1rio porque era tudo mentira.<\/p>\n
A Beauty ligou-me v\u00e1rias vezes ao longo do dia, por vezes fal\u00e1vamos durante mais de trinta minutos. Ela tinha perguntas atr\u00e1s de perguntas e acabou por me informar que estava gr\u00e1vida do segundo filho que tiveram juntos. Eu tinha sido enganada durante toda a minha primeira gravidez. Consegui simpatizar com ela e isso deu-me ainda mais vontade de a ajudar.<\/p>\n
Entretanto, recebi uma mensagem de texto do Cowboy. Ele e eu and\u00e1vamos a sair e a curtir h\u00e1 cerca de tr\u00eas 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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Dois num dia? O que \u00e9 que se passava comigo. Nessa altura, tudo explodiu. Ele andava a trair a m\u00e3e dos filhos dele comigo h\u00e1 tr\u00eas meses.<\/p>\n
Em puro p\u00e2nico, liguei \u00e0 minha melhor amiga e corri para casa dela. Perdi a cabe\u00e7a 100%. Foi-se. Estava uma aut\u00eantica confus\u00e3o. De alguma forma, ela percebeu porque \u00e9 que eu estava a hiperventilar e fez-me um olhar t\u00e3o triste e compassivo. Enquanto eu estava a ter um ataque de ansiedade total por causa do facto de duas mulheres terem sido tra\u00eddas por minha causa, ela disse uma frase simples que mudou completamente o meu ponto de vista.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a victim too.\u201d Woah, hold up anxiety, get a grip on yourself. She was absolutely correct.<\/p>\n
O meu estado de esp\u00edrito passou instantaneamente de uma confus\u00e3o total, hiperventila\u00e7\u00e3o, ansiedade, choro feio e destruidor de lares para raiva. Que se lixe, eu n\u00e3o ia carregar esse peso nos meus ombros, tamb\u00e9m me mentiram, era altura de eu tomar conta da situa\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n
Quando estava a pensar em como lidar com a situa\u00e7\u00e3o, recebi uma chamada da Beauty; ela disse-me que o Stash estava quase em casa (de acordo com o GPS) e queria que eu fosse confront\u00e1-lo e gravasse tudo. Nessa altura, a culpa que sentia por ter participado sem saber era demasiada e estava disposto a fazer qualquer coisa para a ajudar.<\/p>\n
Dirigi-me a casa dele e bati \u00e0 porta, calma e confiante, com o meu telem\u00f3vel a gravar no bolso, sabendo que havia uma rapariga ansiosa e querida \u00e0 espera do meu relat\u00f3rio completo. Ele abriu a porta com um ar horrorizado e surpreendido.<\/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
Dei o relat\u00f3rio \u00e0 Bela e enviei-lhe a grava\u00e7\u00e3o. Entrei nas minhas aplica\u00e7\u00f5es de encontros, cancelei os dois encontros futuros que tinha agendados e desactivei as minhas contas. Pensava que me estava a sair muito bem ao n\u00e3o exibir um comportamento autodestrutivo enquanto trope\u00e7ava no meu caminho pela vida. Estava enganado. Estava a magoar-me a mim e aos outros porque tinha demasiado medo de me sentar em sil\u00eancio e ter de lidar com o que me tinha acontecido nos \u00faltimos oito anos.<\/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 se lixem todos eles. E que se lixe o Tinder. Nas palavras dos 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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