I was set to be married in July. Two months ago, I came home from a work trip to find my ex-fiance

in bed with my best friend's sister. I kicked him out, cancelled the wedding, warned him I would

get rid of his stuff if he didn't come to get it all. And then weeks later, I dumped it all

outside on the curb sign with a free sign, sold or donated everything that he had, and even pawned the ring.

I blocked him everywhere, called the cops on him when he showed up

after I gave his stuff away, banging on the door,

called them again when he turned up on my workplace and made a scene

and then called them on his family when they showed up to plead his case.

Not on the family chair.

I didn't get, I didn't go scorched, hold on.

Scotch free?

No.

We're not still playing.

I think this person said basically, I did.

I thought we're still playing the game.

I think the person basically said that I didn't, um, go ham on the ex-best friend's sister.

But I did tell her own husband that I caught her in bed with my ex, so the person was actually married.

Last I heard she's been kicked out of her family home and was living back with her parents.

My ex-best friend tried talking me into giving them both a chance to explain and then got

angry at me for ruining her sister's relationship, calling me petty and cold-hearted.

What?

So I kicked her to the curb too.

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