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ChestRockwell
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I knew this would happen sooner or later. Of course I was hoping it would be later rather than sooner. My girlfriend has left me. God, I really don’t know what to write here fellas. I think the easiest thing would be to just type out what comes to my head. I mean, you’re probably guess this all has something to do with me losing my left hand in that dead-lifting accident and you’re probably right. How can any woman on this planet love a man with only one hand. I’ve seen plenty of women with one legged men, but I’ve never seen a one handed man so lucky as to feel the warm body of a woman by his side. Hell, I don’t blame her. I would have left myself. Hell, I wish I could leave myself. I hate the place I’m in. I just know for a fact I’m going to get as fat as hell and lose everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. I was Hard Gainer, man. I worked my ass off to pull this body together. I mean it’s only been a little over a week and I can already feel myself slipping away physically.
So, back to the topic of my girlfriend. My family never approved of her and I’ll tell you why. For two years before I meet her she was an underage prostitute mainly doing calls rather than working the street. Now before you guys flame me, she was 17 when we meet and 18 when we started dating. I would never rob any cradle no matter how tasty the candy that lay inside. Back the story. So when we went to Thanksgiving at my parent’s home I told everyone how she had once been a prostitute, but had since changed her ways. Everyone was so worried about me. They thought she was there to take my money or she was going to give me some kind of disease. She did neither of the two. In fact she paid for more than half of the things we shared. Also she was totally clean. I would never have sex with someone I didn’t love or at least had checked out at the clinic. We were together for right under a year. Actually, October 21st would have been our one-year anniversary. God, just thinking about that breaks my heart in two. I’m so sad.
I guess I’m back here on Elite Fitness because I have nowhere else to go. I’m living with my parent’s home again. Well actually it’s just my mom. After last Thanksgiving my parents got a divorce because of some money problems. Plus I think my dad was coming out to be gay, but my mom never talks about it. My dad moved to New York to design textiles so I wouldn’t doubt it.
-Chest
So, back to the topic of my girlfriend. My family never approved of her and I’ll tell you why. For two years before I meet her she was an underage prostitute mainly doing calls rather than working the street. Now before you guys flame me, she was 17 when we meet and 18 when we started dating. I would never rob any cradle no matter how tasty the candy that lay inside. Back the story. So when we went to Thanksgiving at my parent’s home I told everyone how she had once been a prostitute, but had since changed her ways. Everyone was so worried about me. They thought she was there to take my money or she was going to give me some kind of disease. She did neither of the two. In fact she paid for more than half of the things we shared. Also she was totally clean. I would never have sex with someone I didn’t love or at least had checked out at the clinic. We were together for right under a year. Actually, October 21st would have been our one-year anniversary. God, just thinking about that breaks my heart in two. I’m so sad.
I guess I’m back here on Elite Fitness because I have nowhere else to go. I’m living with my parent’s home again. Well actually it’s just my mom. After last Thanksgiving my parents got a divorce because of some money problems. Plus I think my dad was coming out to be gay, but my mom never talks about it. My dad moved to New York to design textiles so I wouldn’t doubt it.
-Chest
