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Originally Posted by Dead-Air
I blew it. After months of the 23 year old baby sitter dropping hints and giving me the vibe hardcore, I went for it. Didn't even have sex, but of course she went to my ex, her friend and employer, and made me into the one who did everything. Not even close to the truth, but I'm fucked and I knew I was asking for it. Divorce proceedings likely derailed when they were going smooth and genial. Loss of a friend who I was feeling pretty affectionate towards. And while I'm not the dog I'm getting called, I can't completely shake the label, because I should have at least waited until the divorce was final. Fucking slap myself in the face repeatedly annoying.
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I don't have any advice. If it's any consolation, I have reached new depths of sentimental despair which made me so fed up with life's complications, I can only understand going for drastic changes rather than the self-destruction I am normally inclined to. That or more sinister turns, which ultimately would hurt myself more than anyone else.