I'm dealing with some shit, honestly, it's not my shit but it's a problem for someone I care deeply about.

My little brother and I are extremely close. I talk to him daily and we game nearly every night. He's one of the few people in this world that I actually love. He had this girl he fell pretty deeply for. When they started going out she seems alright, pretty hot, dressed nicely, quiet.

They were together for a few years and my brother started slowly losing contact with me and others. I kind of let it go, he's young, he's got a girl, he's just having his fun and figuring shit out. I'd still hear from him every now and then but it was much less frequent than it use to be... until he stopped returning my calls.

For three months he disappeared. Wouldn't return calls or texts to any friends or family. It was a pretty huge emotional burden on me, because frankly I missed my running mate. Gaming isn't as fun with out him, I missed messing around and his humor.

I found out by my mom that my brother was incredibly depressed because his girl left him. I later discovered she didn't just leave him, she did a few lines at a house party and had a fucking train ran on her by at least 3 dudes!

I've been there so to speak and let my brother have his grief period. It took what seems like forever, but slowly he started coming back. At long last I had my best friend back and things were starting to seem like they were before he dated that whore.

Being a bit more experienced in women, I told him exactly what would happen. I told him in 6 to 8 months that slut is going to text or call with that ever classic "sorry I hurt you, can we talk?" I let him know that this translates to "these guys have pumped and dumped me and finally kicked me to the curb, now I need a sucker to save me until I can find another bad boy to fuck."

Sure enough, like fucking clockwork, he gets that text. I was sitting next to him when he got it. I tell him to delete it without even reading it, but of course he starts getting anxious and nervous, clearly he's not over her.

I even came down kind of hard on him. I said he must really enjoy dating a coked out whore. That I didn't know he had a cucking fetish, and that I hope she at least let's him watch as she takes a bump off of these dude's cocks. All he could say was "but-but-but... I love her, man!"

He's planning on seeing her tomorrow. I guess getting cucked once wasn't enough for him, now he wants to add some STDs to his misery.

I just don't get it... why... why are otherwise great guys such fucking idiots when it comes to pussy? Why would someone who is so strong, stoic, yet funny and brilliant, willingly allow himself to be a slave to a fish scented slime pit? I tried to talk him out of it, but he just got upset with me, so I gave up. Now I've got to sit through this shit all over again and watch his stupid ass get devastated from the same chick, for the same fucking reason as last time....