Summary: holy shit, relationships is producing some gold today. here's part of a deleted rant/update from a front page post.

She didn't have feelings for Stacy. She cheated on me a month ago with a guy from work that I've never heard of, texted Stacy, Stacy told her to tell me, she responded that I would break up with her. About three weeks ago she started concocting a plan and trying to rope Stacy into it which Stacy eventually agreed to. She was going to get really drunk and she and Stacy were going to try to seduce me into a threesome and the next morning she would lambast me for fucking her best friend while she was drunk because our rule was that if we wanted to get somebody else involved in our sex life, we had to talk about it. After which, she would forgive me, say she messed up too and fucked the dude from work, and that we can work through it. And I said literally the only thing that was on my mind which was, "Holy fuck, you're insane!"

Lessons Learned: it is absolutely incredible the level of hamstering logic that went into this plan. don't underestimate the hamster.

Here's the whole rant for anyone interested, long read.

Well that was fast. Turns out I have a type. She woke up a little before I did and left a bunch of texts and voicemails. I grabbed some breakfast at the hotel, read the comments on the previous post, went over. I'm still very torn on how I handled everything; probably should have just broken up with her because, going over there, I wasn't thinking about her as a viable partner or even as an adult. Debbie let me in, showed me to the room that Amanda was in and left without saying anything (she's usually talkative; seemed like a bad sign). I didn't bother to ask where anybody else was, didn't really care at the moment. She started crying as soon as she saw me and kept crying very loudly from start to finish. At this point the numbness had set in again. I sort of stuck to the revised gameplan but read some comments from the previous post that made me think winging it would be better. After I told her how hurt and betrayed I felt she started saying that she took an anti-anxiety pill when she started drinking (turns out she drugged herself so now I feel like an asshole for not seeing that) and that she only thought it would make her "kind of fucked up", that her memories were fuzzy but she didn't black out and didn't fuck anybody. "I'm so sorry, I never would have done that sober, (etc., etc.)". I skipped over the drinking thing because that seemed like it was going to be more of an issue for therapy and saying "You can't drink anymore" felt like something I would say to a child more than a partner. I started with, "I don't want you to have any more contact with Stacy. The two of you cheated, that's not okay." "You can't make me stop seeing her." "And I can't be with you if you keep seeing the person you cheated with." After that went on for 2-3 minutes she relented and I asked to see her phone so that I could look at recent texts to make sure this wasn't an ongoing affair. We have an open door policy on technology, we know each others passwords, she didn't seem to care about removing Stacy from her phone until I said I wanted to read their messages which made her freak the fuck out. She started screaming that I don't trust her and I can't invade her privacy like that and if I can't trust her, we can't be together. At that point I said, "I don't trust you right now." and started to get up. She grabbed me and started crying even more, handed me her phone, and just stared at her feet. Remember how I said I have a type, turns out that type is assholes. She didn't have feelings for Stacy. She cheated on me a month ago with a guy from work that I've never heard of, texted Stacy, Stacy told her to tell me, she responded that I would break up with her. About three weeks ago she started concocting a plan and trying to rope Stacy into it which Stacy eventually agreed to. She was going to get really drunk and she and Stacy were going to try to seduce me into a threesome and the next morning she would lambast me for fucking her best friend while she was drunk because our rule was that if we wanted to get somebody else involved in our sex life, we had to talk about it. After which, she would forgive me, say she messed up too and fucked the dude from work, and that we can work through it. And I said literally the only thing that was on my mind which was, "Holy fuck, you're insane!" And she started crying again and I could kind of make out that she said she was trying to fix our relationship and she wanted to make it right. How the fuck an actuary came up with this plan is beyond me. At this point I was fuming and I was starting to want to say hurtful things so I just got up and left, the relationship was unsalvageable at this point. Stacy was waiting in the hall and just looks ashamed. Amanda runs up to her and says, "You promised me this one thing!" and slaps her in the face audibly. I turned around, Stacy's crouched on the ground now crying with her hands over her head whimpering, "That's not fair.". I'm a quiet guy and I have never raised my voice with Amanda but I was raised by a marine so I know how to get loud when I want to. I shout, "Get the fuck off of her!" and it put the fear of God in her and she jumped back and stared at me and then started crying again and yelling at Stacy saying, "You just had to do this one thing and everything would have been fine." To which I reply, and I swear to God this is exactly how I said it, "Haha! Nope!" And shout, "Will somebody get the fuck up here!". Steve and Debbie came up (I think everybody else was outside and they were waiting nearby). I told them Amanda hit Stacy, keep them apart and don't leave either one alone. I grabbed some stuff I left at the house, called the cops on my way out, texted Adam that Stacy and Amanda plotted to rope me into a "guilt threesome", and left; not staying around to watch that shit play out. I also called her brother and her mom to let them know we were breaking up and they should get in contact ASAP to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. TL;DR: She cheated on me a month ago, tried to get me to have a threesome with her and Stacy while she was drunk so she could guilt me into forgiving her, Stacy backed out, Amanda go too wasted, tried to keep the plan going, and cheated a second time. Who the fuck was this monster I've dated for more than a quarter of my life? Driving home to pack and start looking for an apartment and therapist. Taking a break from dating, need some me time. I don't like how this made me feel or how I handled it.