Here's a thread with a story or maybe twoto that perfectly illustrates the kind of "nice person finishes last" vibe that's been most of my life.
so when I was in my 20s I had a serious relationship, for years. We were supposed to get married at some point, that was our plan.

So yours truly went out and bought a pretty nice ring, planned out this really corny and yet romantic proposal that involved making a scrapbook of our relationship up till that point and leaving the last part of the book blank with the caption "Our Future" (barf lame af I know).

Yes her friend, now ex friend, wanted to fuck me, not for revenge but because she actually liked me. And I didn't do it. Why? As fucked up as it sounds it would've been wrong. I would've been no better than my ex. I couldn't do that.

I've ever known but your boobs are one cup size smaller than I prefer. I mean seriously do people really dumb people for such arbitrary things? I mean I wouldn't care what size the woman was or what colour her hair was or how big her tits were or any of that shit because

And my plan was to propose once she got back from a trip with her friends. Well she never came back from that trip because on the trip she met up with the dude she was cheating on me with and didn't come back.

And believe it or not she didn't actually tell me it was over, I mean of course it was fucking over but she never spoke to me again, no she actually got her friend to tell me that it was over. Pretty fucked up I know.

Anyway the person she cheated on me with it didn't last. Over the next year she was with probably 12 different people. I guess she just wanted different things, I mean if she had said that and broke up with me cool but cheating on me, crushing me that way…

And how lame am I. Her friend, the one she got to tell me, while we were also friends and she lost her friendship with my ex because of all of it. She just couldn't be friends with her anymore because of what she did to me. Not only that she revealed that she had crush on me