“I don’t want to be the ‘other woman’ this time around, and if such is the case, I feel horrible for being a catalyst of putting another person through the same hell I was in. I ‘hooked up’ with my ex, a local bartender, the day after Valentines day. I listened to the hurt and sound of desperation in his voice on the phone, and that he wanted me there. I let him play on my guilt for leaving with a line like, ‘I haven’t cleaned up/did anything to the place since you left,’ while listening to him choking up. (I was originally communicating with him him to see if we could meet up and become amicable exes/clear the air and we had plans to meet up for lunch already) & I went over to see him that night. Our relationship ended three months ago: He told me he hadn’t been with anyone since me (I wanted to believe him, give him the benefit of doubt, even though I knew such to be false/went against the grain of the reality I knew) so I’d have unprotected sex with him. I can’t help but feel like that dishonesty robbed me of my ability to make an informed decision about what to do with my own body and that he really doesn’t care about keeping his intimate partners safe. He promptly ended things this time, two days later over text: admitting he only said and did what he did as he was lonely and is lonely, will never reciprocate my feelings, can’t be my partner, doesn’t want to hurt me, doesn’t want to be there etc.  I just feel manipulated, disposed of, used, and well, naive.” – Weird Ex-Girlfriend