The Lady Blog

I’d like to continue where I left off on my story. For any newcomers, who wanna read this from the beginning, you can click here to read about my Asian Ladyboy girlfriend. Not sure how exciting this is gonna be for you, cause it’s mostly about the stupid drama that followed the break-up…

Anyway, after that fateful day when my Ladyboy girlfriend pushed me and walked off crying, I felt like a total jerk. So I called her up that night to talk about it. She started giving me a real guilt trip about how I just wanted to use her, and that I was never really interested in anything serious.

I reminded her that she was the one to make the first move, and I was just going along with the flow. That didn’t go over too well, and she started crying again. I tried to mend things, but she said she thought I wasn’t ready for a real relationship of that kind yet…looking back now, I think she was right.

I asked her if we could still be friends, but she said she thought it’d be better if we didn’t see each other at all, cause I hurt her so badly. So, I had not only lost a nice girl, but a nice friend as well.

A few of my best friends knew about our secret relationship, and they talked me through the difficult times. It was my first break-up, so I needed all the advice I could get. Mostly, I just felt bad that I was so selfish for being interested in another girl, and in the process, breaking my Ladyboy girlfriend’s heart.

But things were about to get uglier…

I learned that during the last month we were together, she’d been fucking another guy! Turns out, a friend of a friend was best friend’s with the guy she’d been cheating on me with. Not only that, but he knew about my relationship with her, and as a result…so did all his friends. Word was already spreading, and our so-called secret, was a secret no more.

Needless to say, I was fucking pissed! I was pissed that she would betray our secret so easily. I was pissed that some dude was fucking her even though he knew she was already with me. But most of all, I was pissed that she’d been up on her high-horse the last few weeks, bashing me with guilt, when she knew full well she’d been playing me for a fool weeks before our break-up!

You know what? I wasn’t so pissed at the actual cheating, as I understood that she was probably mad I didn’t have anal sex with her. No, it was the way she tried to make me out to be the bad guy who trampled on her feelings.

But I never cheated. My only crime was admitting I had eyes for another girl.

Of course, I called her up and confronted her, but she didn’t have much to say. Basically, just that her needs weren’t being met, so she had to meet ‘em somewhere. I told her I didn’t give a shit about that, but wanted to know what was up with the whole song-and-dance she gave me about breaking her heart.

At this point, she did start crying again, and explained to me how she never loved that other guy. She loved me, and still did. The relationship with the other guy was purely physical, and they had already broken up (this I confirmed through a friend of mine). According to her, the whole guilt trip hadn’t been an act at all, as she was still deeply in love with me.

I, however, had had my fill of this emotional roller coaster. How could I ever trust her again? It was over.

We wouldn’t talk again for over two years.

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