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July 16, 2008

Mistaken

Written by Margo Atwater on July 16, 2008 3:57 PM
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I wanted to believe he’d changed. I guess that’s what I get for having some faith. I should have listened to my gut: once a liar, always a liar; once a cheater, always a cheater. I just… I don’t know. I thought he could control himself. If not for my sake, then the fact that, until recently, he’d had major troubles getting it up… But now he can. For her. It was never me. The past two weeks, every time he stuck his cock in me, he felt the moist, yeast breeding ground of one Perdida Cheyenne.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Things had been going so well, I thought, “Okay, I can check out the blog again. I’m sure I won’t find anything egregious.” Instead, I find nothing but stories about cavorting with Perdida, then fucking Perdida, then trying to hide said fuckfest from me. Thank God for Colby―at least somebody in the Abysmal family has some spine and dignity, although I wish he’d come to me directly instead of posting it for the fans.

After reading what I read, I waited for Girth to get back from the gym and confronted him. He tried to squirm his way out of it, but this blog will always remain his fucking downfall. How can you deny shit when it’s all printed out for the world to see?

I told him I was leaving. Yet again. I’d already called Lacey and arranged to stay with her for a few days.

“No,” Girth said. “I should leave this time.”

“Fine,” I said. “Get the fuck out.”

He stood there, eyes tearing up.

“Now!” I screamed, throwing a prop M-16 from Black Belt Irish at him.

He batted it away, glared at me for a moment, and then finally left.

I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He canceled recording temporarily. Rumor has it that Carl and Mikey wouldn’t take him in, so he’s stuck with Riffs. He fucking deserves it.