What’s a Good Memory of Your Ex?

When Cheating Doesn’t Erase All the Good Stuff

Fuck, sometimes I think people are too quick to trash everything when it comes to exes. Like suddenly, the whole love story turns into a giant turd just because it ended. But the truth is, if we loved someone, it’s because there was something good there, right?

In my case, the guy cheated on me. Yeah, it’s true. He did the stupidest thing possible when we had everything: trust, mind-blowing sex, the whole nine yards. And you know what? He confessed everything voluntarily. I didn’t have to find out on my own or catch him in bed with someone else. He told me himself.

I admit I was pissed. I wanted to punch his face, his balls, everything I could. But at the same time, fuck, I had to admire the attitude. How many guys would have the balls to confess something like that? He knew he was going to lose me, but he still told me the truth.

But before we get into all the shit that was the end, let me tell you how it started. Because, damn, it was beautiful.

I was having a normal day, doing my thing, when I saw him. Tall, muscular, you know, fit, with a thick beard that makes you want to run your hand through it.

He had this Latin player vibe that, holy shit, made me stop and look twice. And I, without thinking twice, threw…