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My first serious relationship in freshman year that made me realize sloots gonna sloot and giving myself fully to one chick isn't the way for me to live my life. Everything changed for the better after that so I do have that to thank the bitch for.

She was 19, attractive with a nice body, but very jealous and a spoiled brat.

She also demanded that we turn off the lights and close the blinds whenever we had sex, so I knew it had to end.

I told her while she was in my kitchen. She started throwing things at me that she picked up from the counter top...I remember ducking at one point and seeing a glass cup fly past me and smash against the wall.

I tried to calm her down, but she was irate and headed for the bedroom. I followed her in an attempt to keep her from breaking stuff in there, too.

I had to physically restrain her from tearing the place up. I held her by her shoulders with her back against the wall, but she then started kicking the wall behind her, carving out a huge hole in the sheet rock with her foot.

I hugged her to get her to stop, which eventually led to us having sex on the bed. I came in her hair to make up for the big hole in the wall.

Immediately after this I began to date one of her co-workers. After spending the night at my place, we walked outside the next morning to find some of my belongings dumped at my front door and saw that all 4 of my tires had been slashed on my truck.

'Congratulations Daddy' had been written on my back window in white paint, even though nobody was pregnant. Some of the white paint permanently stained the rubber trim around my back window.

I was in real pain. I really loved that truck.