I was showing off my brand new Mustang, she asked for the keys. I could hear the engine rev down the street and then stop. The dog and I took a walk, and found the car—my girlfriend was on the hood with her neighbor’s hand very far up her skirt.

—Bob

Aftermath: I drove home five hours devastated. We got back together a month later; she did it again. That was the final end.

 

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