A few of you may remember that I am living as a roommate with my ex-girlfriend in Las Vegas. Well, several months ago our relationshit mutually disintegrated. To be honest it had been disintegrating for a long time before we both decided enough is enough, this isn’t going to work.
I’ve been feeling uncomfortable with the arrangement though and I’ve decided to move out. The only thing is that this is going to leave her with all the bills including a house payment which she pays most of, I only pay about a quarter, but I pay half of all the bills. We both work paycheck to paycheck. But yesterday I decided I need to move and was going to tell her I was moving out within a month that night, so yesterday on my way home from work I picked up 3 different magazines of apartments and two papers to check the classifieds with. I got home all prepaired for us to ignore each other and go about doing our own things while I scanned the adds for an apartment. I walk in the door and she says “how was your day at work?” WTF?? She never gave a shit about my day at work even when we were in the relationship. Ahhhh… obviously somethings happened that I won’t like. “Whats wrong?” I say. “Nothings wrong” …“OK, what did you do?” She points under the table where sit 2 little kittens. My first thought was “OH JESUS, great. Just what we need more animals. We already have 3 dogs. and enough pet hair for a neighborhood” Then I realize I will be moving out so it doesn’t matter anyway.
She then procedes to tell me that one of them is mine and I should name it. NO. NO! I don’t want one! I won’t name one! I’M MOVING! I’m screeming in my head. One fell in love with me and I named it Chandler Bing. FUCK.
So last night were playing with the kitties and watching a pay-per-view movie (ahem…we have this box that magicly lets us get those without actually having to pay… cough.) Movies over, she goes to the bathroom, I “accidentaly” flip to the pay-per-view porn channel. I hadn’t had sex in months and was just reaching the point where you forget and start to not miss it thinking “what the hell was the big deal anyway… its just sex!”
So I’m watching free girl/girl porn fully intending to change the channel before she got out of the bathroom. BUT IT WAS GIRL/GIRL PORN! I lost all sense of time! Suddenly shes walking into the livingroom going, “OH your watching porn!” and plops down on the other end of the couch. “I watch this at night sometimes.” “You have to watch it in the dark though!” She then procedes to jump up and turn off the lights. At this point I am feeling a bit uncomfortable because the relationships over, I haven’t had sex in months and the only thing we ever did extremely well together was sex. It drove our relationship for 3 years. So were sitting on the couch in the dark watching girl/girl porn for about a half hour both of us were squirming by this time when “BAM!” Off go her clothes and she’s all over HERSELF! In my mind i’m thinking “we can’t do this, we shouldn’t do this” over and over. And then it happened. She raped me. OK thats bullshit. We had one of our classic sessions though, this one was in the top 5 of all time, even though we didn’t “technically” have intercourse… because that would be wrong seeing as though our relationship is over right? :rolleyes:
After it was all over though there was an uncomfortable feeling hanging in the air for about 15 minutes 'till we finally shook that off.
This left me thinking… WTF??? Wasn’t I going to tell her I was moving out?? How the fuck did I end up naming a cat and having sex instead? why today?? Arrrghh!! Why does life want to be fucking with me that way, and why do I get this feeling there is some unseen power laughing at me?? 
