One word that drives men to insanity, loss of self respect, lack of vision towards goals of true accomplishment, and the pursuit of which often leaves men crippled financially is sex.

While dating for the past three years not only was I having sex, but I was also losing in almost every area of self importance. I placed myself second while pursing a piece of ass. I stopped loving myself. If there is something that I've learned from the gratification of sex is that it's mostly pointless when you're being treated like a utility, a servant, a man not worthy of respect from the very person you're putting your dick inside of. If I can't be treated with respect by someone that I'm sleeping with then I don't need to be fucking this person at all, and this goes for all levels of interactions.

I cannot count how many times that I flew into a rage, or gave up on taking care of myself just so I could have sex with someone who I honestly loved at one point, but then I was constantly reminded that this person will not reciprocate no matter how much I invest into her.

I sacrificed so much to please a person who could never be pleased.

Anyway, so while at work yesterday I get a phone call from my ex who tried this same ploy on Monday but it obviously didn't work so she's calling again. Her excuse this time for reaching out was in telling me to stop trying to log into her Victoria Secret's email account.

GTFOH.

I've never done that, but I admit I once hacked into an online dating profile of hers years ago after she told me the password. Those were in the beginning stages of infatuation mind you. But for the past two years now things have gotten so bad that I'm purely exhausted from dealing with so many shit tests day after day, month after month, and it never lets up.

Simply put, I don't care anymore, and she can sense the change of dynamics. She continues with the conversation by fabricating more shit as if I ever attempted to hack into a Victoria's Secret profile, but the real question is why would I visit that site? I've never even thought about Victoria's Secret.

After arguing for a bit, she starts talking about former exes of mine reaching out, and I countered with she's always cheated on whoever she's dated. However, what seems to have set her off is when I said jokingly that former girlfriends would pour their heart out to me when attempting to reconcile.

Then here comes the dagger, or so she thinks..."I fucked someone else while I was with you, and he was better than you, and I'm so glad I did that shit."

Cool.

I figured sluts do slutty things, and I've known for a while that she was a slut hence our breakup. I've come across shit before, and nothing she said was a major revelation. It's just how vitriolic it all came about. We haven't talked for months now since breaking up, and this is her third attempt at reaching out to get my attention, but I guess this time she wanted to deliver the final blow of sorts.

Fuck her, and adios to her shitty existence.