She made no progress whatsoever at trying to get back with me. I have about 7 plates that I spin on the reg and she's easily the best one, maybe not the best body but if she never fucked up and we had sex like that all the time, I might stick a ring on that bitch So brothers, should I stop sticking my dick in crazy and move on? She walked in and without any hesitation I grabbed her, literally tossed her on the bed almost over the entire bed haha and waxed her like I had a week to live, came on her face and sent her packing. Or keep spinning her like mambo no. Which honestly the fact that she didn't invite me didn't bother me the slightest, but the fact that her excuse and the vibe she was giving off was really 'rehearsed' and something felt off. It was the most passionate, powerful maybe best sex I've had in my entire life. I quietly opened the door I had a key and I hear music playing from her bedroom the weeknd, my favorite artist to fuck to evidently so I slowly creeped over to her door a flew it right open. Idk I'm kinda confused, PM me if I explained something wrong. Don't get me wrong, I loved my relationship and was sad to see it go, but the suspense of finding out if she's a cheating skank was eating at me. So instead of freaking out and doing something irrational, I just slammed the door shut, walked out the apartment and made a B-line directly toward my car. The image I got will be ingrained into my mind forever, I wish I had taken a photo, the look one her face was priceless. I threw that door open to see my girlfriend getting railed by some random dude doggy style up against her bed post both directly facing me looking like they just saw a ghost. So maybe I only have 7 booty calls? I'm not an emotional person in the slightest anyway But then one night I saw on snapchat that her roommates were all out of town, and she wasn't with them. That's when I really started to get suspicious, it wasn't something that nagged at me too hard but I slowly started noticing her showing up late constantly, feeling guilty for no reason well Granted, I might be a psychopath because I always laugh at the most stressful situations in my life, but honestly it was a relief. I laughed the entire ride home.