My Girlfriend Finds Out I'm Fired

Well, the good times had to end eventually...

I guess I was worried how she'd react if she found out. My girlfriend has a tendency to blow up at these sorts of things, thinking being angry alone like a little firecracker can solve anything. Little does she know, most of the time what she's told me she's done to get problematic men to 'back off' or 'shut up being sexist' has been ...not exactly taking a moral stance. She said if she ever had a problem, she'd get mad and show them just how good women could be because she was so good at fucking they'd reconsider.

Pretty sure they were tricking her. And uh... preeeetty sure she was a known slut in college.

What she did to get the girlfriends to shut the fuck up?

...'sucked and fucked their boyfriends until they took my side'.

Oh it's hot to hear about how your girl's definitely as out of your league as you think she is, but not exactly a confidence booster for my current anxieties in that department.

She talks all cute about what she's gonna do, and how.

"...that JERKFACE! You work your BUTT off every time, and that asshole has the auda- aud- au-"

I watch her fumble and realise, "Audacity?"

She looks at me and nods. "Right! That. That BOSSY BOSS has the AUDACITY to fire my boyfriend?!"

She goes over in the dress, fixing on hoop earrings, talking about doing whatever it takes to show that asshole who's boss, and though I'm still collapsed tired from the suck n fuck, it sparks in the back of my mind her sucky-fucky past and what it might mean.

"You don't mean... that do you? Babe, it won't solve anything to fuck him. You're not gonna cheat on me are you?"

She turns with her hands on her hips, hoop earrings swinging as she shakes her head. "NO baby! How could you say that! I'm just dressing like a boss bitch so he thinks I'm sexy and rich and can get whatever I want. That way, when he sees my fine ass he'll know I'm probably a gold-digging hottie and could have HIS ass fired with my rich DAD or- or something! I don't know! I'll think of something. EUGH!"

She's not the best at improvising. I shrug lightly and gulp, but hell, what am I gonna do? It might work. Better than me appealing to my former bully, I mean shit. He probably got a kick out of firing me anyway.

"Okay baby." I reply, "Just give me a text or something to let me know you're okay, okay baby?"

"Sure! Love you honeybun!"

I smile as she leans down for a kiss, the peck slightly wet with gloss. "Love you too, babysweet... just don't worry if it doesn't work okay? We'll think of something."

I look around the big apartment and it suddenly kicks in. She seems to be looking around too because she's stopped moving so much, and her voice gets softer right before her heels go on. She stares at the big TV in front of me on the couch. I don't know what to say.

"Yeah..." Is all she says.

Before she stomps out the door and slams it behind her.

I laugh quietly to myself, a mix of worry and hope inside.

A few hours later, and I'm getting worried.

She definitely knew where my Boss's house was, I've got it in the sat nav easy enough to find, but this being her first time I'm surprised she hasn't called or texted to make sure.

A noise erupts and I pull my phone anxiously out my pocket, before realising there's nothing there. It wasn't from there.

It was my laptop.

I got... an email?