A few things: I know that this isn’t as wild as a lot of your guys’ stories, and I know that this is morally “wrong”, but that’s not why I’m here. Also, the title is slightly misleading, but not terribly so. Here’s the story:
This story does not make me sound like a very good person. As I explained in my other post (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7h27mi/fm_recruiting_at_my_hotel/), I am a petite, 20-year-old girl of Italian-Mexican descent with an asshole boyfriend who cheated on me. After I found out about one time he cheated—and some mutual friends knew I knew-- they suddenly started telling me about several other times.
Last year I spent Christmas with my girlfriend (Emmy) and her family at their home in California. We had been dating only a year, so it felt kind of sudden to be spending the holidays together especially because her parents didn't love me.
First off I apologize in advance for the terrible formatting and what I am sure will be a slew of grammar, spelling, and punctuation errors. Im trying this up on a phone. Names substituted for letters for privacy.
