Yep.
I got trousered and slept (that's slept as in STAYED IN A BED - nothing else, not that it made a blind bit of difference) with an ex three months into my last ostensibly decent relationship. I fucking paid for it, I'll tell you - I paid for it with all my CDs (burnt), my guitar (smashed) and my clothes (shredded), and continued paying for it until the raving, emotionally unstable lunatic that had, pre-boozy indiscretion, been 'in love' (pfft, right) with me moved to France to live with her mum and probably suck her meals through a straw while gazing blankly at the skirting board and scrabbling at her wrists. I think I'm still paying in residual guilt now, but to be honest the installments are fucking miniscule these days and I can never be arsed to open my blame statements anyway.
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