This sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but after three years of living together, I caught my boyfriend fucking his coworker during a holiday party in our apartment.

She ran out immediately, and I made Tom leave right after, so I ended up apologizing to our guests, both for the scene they witnessed and for the fact that the assholes had had sex on top of their coats. I was completely humiliated and wasted no time packing up my shit. My brother and I moved my stuff to his garage (after he punched Tom in the mouth), and I quit my receptionist job and headed to the Triangle area of North Carolina for an extended stay. I was only 22 years old, and I quickly convinced myself that it was time to gain the kind of sexual experience that my friends had gotten at college.

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