Originally Posted by MrGatsby
The good:
My current relationship is fantastic beyond my wildest dreams. I can honestly say I am with my dream girl. She's stunning. Tall, great legs, bright blue eyes, blonde hair, incredible body. She's a brilliant writer, working on feature films for Netflix. She has great taste in cars, drinks whiskey, and knows how to party, yet knows when its time to work and gets things done. Oh and she is fully supportive of my car obsession.
The bad:
Many years ago I owned a mobile car detailing company. I was contacted by this middle aged woman who asked me to detail her pride and joy, her Porsche. Very rare to find such a woman. I agreed to the job and subsequently went to her home the following week to start the work. About an hour in, her daughter, roughly my age, came out with a beer for me, and we started chatting. She told me all about the Porsche. It was her fathers, who passed a few years back and it fostered a real love for cars within this girl. I was fascinated by her in all aspects, but her genuine love for cars was a HUGE plus.
After the job was done, I got this girls number and we went out the next Friday. I took her to this quaint wine bar for a low key evening. We drink, eat, talk, and just have a fantastic time. We start dating and things went very well for the first 2 months. Now around that 2 month mark, she starts to get very clingy. To the point where she would ask for the address of customers homes where I would be detailing. I was not okay with this type of jealousy. We had a talk and she brought up her father and her being scared to lose me. It was a very rough conversation for me, as I knew I was right to stand my ground about her antics, yet there is a fine line i did not want to cross, as I understand her pain as well.
We continued on for another month or so, where one evening at her house, a guy shows up to the door. I open the door to find this guy calling her name and asking who I am, and whats going on. Confused and angry, I step towards him and tell her to get downstairs now. He tells me she is his girlfriend. I say the same. She now runs to her room and locks the door. An absolute mess, I tell her not to contact me again, and leave the home immediately for them two to sort out this mess.
At about 3 am, I get a knock on my door. She's drunk, with the Porsche. Angry and fed up, I tell her to leave. I still regret this, as she was far too drunk to drive. I was caught up in my emotions and not thinking clearly.
About an hour later I get a call from her mother saying she has been in an accident. She crashed the Porsche, yet thankfully was okay. I picked up the mother and we met her at the hospital. She tells me how sorry she is, and how this has been a life changing experience. I was simply at a loss of what to do. I stayed with her that night at the hospital, and left the next morning. We haven't spoken since.
This was certainly the most emotionally draining relationship I have had, and will always be a memory of my past. She was a troubled girl, who I certainly hope has found happiness.
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