TL;DR Bitch dumps me the instant I lose my job, despite my immediately working to replace it.

I've never talked about Lena with anyone (fake name used to protect the guilty). This occurred after my ex, Sarah, from Germany had destroyed my life by monkey branching away. I moved from California to Denver for a change in life and got myself a job in a hotel restaurant, nothing fancy, but I worked my way up to management and was earning pretty decent money. I earned extra money on the side by freelance writing and photography. I sold self-help articles to men's magazines such as Men's Health and I co-authored a traveler's handbook. It wasn't massive wealth, but it was some nice success that I was proud of. Allowed me to actually put money down on a small condo and get a good quality Honda car instead of the beater I had been driving. It was luxurious, but I was moving up, and doing everything possible to heal from the destruction that Sarah had done (which included stealing a big pile of my money).

In Denver, women treated me like SHIT. They totally downplayed my successes and flaked and were generally obnoxious. Back then I was super blue-pilled and genuinely believed that a good guy would win in the end. That had seemed to be the case for a while when I was with Sarah. I had gotten together with her, beating out a player from the Middle East named Ali who treated women like throw-away toys to ram his dick into and then forget. It had seemed like a huge victory to win Sarah over Ali. Finally, the good guy had won. That lasted a year before she monkey branched over to a violent thug drug dealer criminal.

I couldn't seem to beat the curse of Sarah once I got to Denver. Bitch after bitch treated me like I was worthless shit. I even sold a photo of a guitarist to Guitar Player Magazine, which was a feather in my cap that had me dancing on air. Some women seemed to like that, but it was a cap gun compared to the doctors and lawyers the greedy women worshipped.

Then Lena came through town. I had known her as a kid growing up in a small rural town. She seemed so different than the greedy Denver women. She seemed to appreciate my modest freelance writing success. I showed her the town, not expecting anything other than a friendly time, but then one day when I was getting ready for work, she saw me with my shirt open and I saw that look of desire in her eyes. I went to my shift and couldn't stop thinking about that. I still worked in the restaurant because the writing and photography income wasn't steady enough and didn't offer health insurance. I was doing all right. And when I came home, Lena jumped my bones. We fucked like rabbits. We had a weekend together, laughing, watching movies, and, of course, banging like crazy. She said she loved me and I stupidly reciprocated. She talked on the phone with my sister, excited that we were together.

Big mistake: I let Lena move in with me. As soon as I did that, she started to sour quicker than milk. My place was tiny (so it could be affordable and I could SAVE money). She started to resent my going to work, only to come home and work on my writing assignments. In freelance writing, your reputation is EVERYTHING, and you destroy it if you miss a deadline. Editors have to trust you. But I did make time for her. Meanwhile she did ZERO work. The amount of money she contributed was NOTHING, NADA, ZILCH! And men hit on her all the time when I was working.

So then some rough times happened. I got laid off at work. It wasn't due to poor performance. There had been a buy-out by another company and they were doing political layoffs. They wanted the old regime gone and replaced with their guys. Ironically, if I hadn't been promoted, if I had stayed a waiter, I would have been safe. If you were high up, they didn't trust you and you were gone.

So I broke the news to her and immediately reassured her that I still had writing income and that I knew how to replace a job. And I hit the pavement the VERY NEXT DAY. I called her up when I was out job searching, excited about some good possible leads. I promised that I would turn this negative into a positive. This setback would end up being a good thing. Little did I know, while I was out pounding the pavement, she was screwing another man in my own bed. I got home and she was waiting for me with all of her shit packed and ready to go. She babbled on about how she had just lost her passion and mouth-shitted out the lame excuse, “My feelings changed” and blah, blah, blah, you know the speech.

Pounding the pavement the VERY NEXT DAY after losing a job wasn't enough for this greedy skankaho. She had been living with me for two months without having applied for a single job, but she blamed me for losing mine. And out of the other side of her mouth she bitched about how I had worked too much. True, I had worked a shit load, but I always made time for her. We had gone out to a fun water park on my dime. We had gone to new-release movies. We hadn't had a vacation together, but I had started a good nest egg for that.

The cunt ran off with another man who made more than me, surprise, surprise. After a year, I found out she had dumped his ass for a yet richer man.

I blamed myself for years for losing Lena. I thought because I had known her since we were kids, I should have been a shoe-in to win her heart and keep her. Looking back, I realize there was nothing I could have done. She was just another greedy despicable and evil whore who thinks it's normal to use men. Today she's on her 5th husband. She found someone to marry her recently even though today she looks like a hag from a Macbeth play.

I just had to spill my guts. Whenever something reminds me of Lena, I get fucking angry. I wish I had the power to sentence her to death by a firing squad of 13 gunmen armed with fully automatic AK-47s who would empty their magazines into her guts and into her face.

She acted like the breakup was no big deal. The bitch was into the high of a new relationship, but then she changed men like underwear. There's no place in hell deep enough for this disgusting shrew, but I hope Satan finds a deep hole somewhere with ten times the normal gravity and scorching heat where he can spend eternity slapping her across the face over and over with a backhand and a forehand.