❤️ 👏 Clap Back 👏 ❤️ (F4M) (Your Girlfriend’s Side Chick) (We Need to Talk) (She’s Cheating on Us Both) (Let's Team Up) (Strangers to Lovers)

Transcript

Hang on! Hang on! Hang the fuck on! I'm not a crazy person! Despite what the shouting may imply, please! Please, please, please, please, please just listen to me, okay? I need to talk to you.

This isn't about joining a religion or a cult or selling you something, I just. .. I need to speak with you, please.

No, we don't have to go into your apartment, we can talk here, but it's just kind of personal and I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable talking about this with potential strangers floating about, even though, yes, I am myself a perfect stranger to you. Okay. Do you know this woman? Yes or no? Well, snap, I thought she was my girlfriend too.

No, I'm not joking and I'm sorry. Hey, hey! I didn't know about you! I'm not girlfriend stealer! I get that you're upset, okay, but there's no moral high ground.

I didn't know either. I'm an idiot too. So don't get all high and mighty with me.

I came here to talk. I swear I didn't know. I've been cheated on before.

It's shit. And apparently, it's now becoming a pattern. She was with me the other day and you sent her a text message and I asked, who's that? And she said, oh, just an old friend.

But there were thoughts of hearts and kisses and love you, so I might have done some light stalking. I'm not proud of it, okay, but as I say, I've been cheated on before, so my instincts took over and as it turns out, were they wrong? Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but I just thought you should know because I would want to know.

Hey, where are you going? Well, don't we need to talk about this? Excuse me? Oh, no, the fuck you don't.

Come back here because I need closure and space to talk about this and you're involved. Oh, yes, you are. Hi.

Hang on. Look, I don't want to barge into your flat, but you're not really giving me much choice here. You can't just be like, oh, okay, bye.

You're involved with me now. I know not by your choice, blame our shared shitty taste in women. Please, I need to know how long you've been going out versus how long we've been going out and all the crossover and why and please.

Thank you. Again, I promise I'm not a murderer and I have no fighting skills, which I probably shouldn't announce to you because you're quite a bit bigger than me and I don't have any survival skills. So please don't murder me in turn.

Thank you. Nice flat. No, I'm being serious.

It's nice. Does she live here with you? No, no, she doesn't live with me either.

Snap. Sorry. Sit.

Yes, sit. So how long have you two been going out? A year? What the fuck? Oh, God.

Oh, God. I'm an idiot. I'm an actual idiot.

I am a fucking idiot. Oh, you know, just a year and a half. Yeah, why do I feel like a side chick? Well, as you said, she has a key to your flat.

She didn't want a key to my flat. Oh, look, there's pictures on the wall. I can't get to take a picture with me.

She'll send me nudes, but no, she won't take pictures of me. Sorry, I'm not trying to have a pity party in your flat. I realize that maybe to you I'm enemy number one, but how have I been going out with her longer? And yet you're the official couple.

Maybe I'm the reason this keeps happening. Well, I am the common denominator, and I know that's self-pitying, self-righteous talk right there, but I just feel so like, why is this happening again? It doesn't matter whether I date men or women.

There's just something about me that screams, please fuck me over. Sorry. Um, are you gonna stay with her? I won't blame you if you did.

She is gorgeous and funny and. .. Why? Why does she have to be a bitch? I know she's beautiful, but it's not an excuse, is it? With great beauty comes some responsibility.

You can't just go around making people feel special and then. .. No, we are done.

We are absolutely done. She goes out with me for a year and a half, and she goes out with you for a year, and you're further along, and the official couple. Oh, that duplicitous witch.

And what a stupid bitch I am. Because I've been avoiding this for ages, I've seen text messages from you for six months, and I just said, no, why would she lie? Of course it's just an old friend.

Of course, of course, of course. It's been niggling away at me, and I've just thought, just leave it. Trust her.

Relationships are built on trust, but the texts keep coming more frequently and more lovey-dovey, and I just thought, oh, fuck it, I'm giving in to my worst instincts and looking, and apparently my worst instincts are completely and totally valid. And I'm sorry that I'm treating you as a therapist right now, but I just. ..

I'm hoping maybe you can give me some insight. Why would she do this? How are you feeling? Are you angry? Shocked? Hurt? You're in the numb stage.

Understandable. It's a lot to take in. And then this crazy bisexual that just appears and says, speak to me about this affair, please.

I know how to ruin a day, don't I? I would really love a cup of tea, thank you. No sugar, thanks.

I appreciate you not shouting at me, or making me feel scared, or calling me names. Yeah, I was debating whether or not to come, because it was like, well, risk fear of death, or just slink away cowardly, and apparently I went for the chaotic choice. Apparently I went for the chaotic choice.

Can I ask you something grossly personal? Has she told you that she loves you? No, uh, snap again.

Do you think she does? I mean, not just you, like, me. Is it that she's just capable of loving two people at the same time? Are some people just built like that, or.

.. ? Yes, I know she loves you.

I'm not staying with her. Just, aren't you curious at all? I know you're only a Linkin Park nun stage, but seriously, you don't have any immediate feelings of love for her?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

I know you're only a Linkin Park nun stage, but seriously, you don't have any immediate feelings of, like, ah, ugh, ah. I'm not, I'm not criticizing you. I just, I have longer to think about this than you, so.

I just don't understand how you can pretend to be monogamous and just for one person when you know it's bullshit. When you know you're saying the exact same things to someone else and kissing them and loving them and holding their hand and eating food together and snuggling up in bed. I just don't, I don't get how that works.

Maybe, maybe I'm not meant to understand. I just feel so hurt. Because it's like, you get criticized either way.

If you stay single and isolated, people are like, oh, you never give people a chance. You're such an isolated old witch. Then when you give people a chance, they trample over your heart.

So it's like, what can I do? Thank you. No, this is a nice color.

You make a good cup of tea. I won't stay long. Sorry, I just, uh, I guess I just wanted someone to talk about it and I couldn't bear for my friends to laugh at me or my mom to say, well, that's what you get from dating girls.

So I'm sorry that I put this on you, but I just. Cheating, huh? Are you going to tell her or are you just going to phase her out and change the locks? Well, I'm getting the stoic vibe from you dealing with your emotions by yourself, not wanting to burden people, so.

Well, that's also why I came here. How would you feel about confronting her together? I know, I know it sounds cliched and like something out of a film, but maybe.

Maybe that's what she needs. We can't really get more cliched than cheating. It's like, really? You're that much of a basic bitch? You're just so greedy and you don't care about people's emotions? I know it sounds cringey and like, oh, don't be ridiculous, but why is it ridiculous? We've both been wronged.

There's nothing wrong with us becoming friends and being like, hey, not cool. Like, I'm not proposing we beat her up or anything or like humiliate her and throw things at her. I'm just saying we both sit down with her and say, hey, look, we know what's going on.

Not cool. This is over. Do better.

Well, one, it might feel good. Two, it might provide closure. And three, it might actually make her see the errors of her ways and think, oh, shit, that was not cool.

Yes, I'm well aware I'm naive. That's how I ended up in this situation. However, naivety can sometimes overlap with sincerity and honesty.

And that's what I'm aiming for here. I don't want any secret plots or let's do this to her and her mentor. I just want to say to her, that was really fucked up and don't do that anymore.

And I don't wish you any harm, but I don't want to continue this anymore. You know, have an adult conversation, not just a shame, shame. Because I don't think that works.

And also, I don't want to be that kind of person. You know, those puritanical fuckwits that are like, oh, if a woman said more than this, they're going to kill me.