Yeah that title is just as bad as it sounds. Four months into my beautiful disastrous life out in L.A. I met a fat ass at a club. I liked him… instantly. I don’t know what drew him to me. It was either his smile or he spiked my drink. Hopefully it was the latter. Anyway, after a few months I had to suddenly move from my apartment because black mold was taking over the ceiling so it was only right to move in with the “man” I was in-love with. The first night he kicked me out.
After a lot of yelling, throwing shit, and crying he allowed me to stay. Wow can we say that was the worst month of my life! I’ve never met such a mean fat ass that gossiped like a girl. I couldn’t confide in him because he would put all my business on blast. A month after I moved in, he broke up with me. I picked my broken heart off the floor and got an apartment with one of my friends from college in Korea town (guess I was going back to my roots). Now I’m thanking him for breaking up with me. I give him an eww double eww.
Lesson learned: Never trust a fat ass. They will break your heart and leave you out in the cold.