Recently, I received a message from a woman named Linda that turned my world upside down and left me completely heartbroken. She informed me that the UFC fighter who I thought loved me and was my boyfriend had been talking to her and was making arrangements to meet her in New York for sex. The realization hit hard, but it was just the beginning of a shocking revelation. You think you know someone and you don’t. I thought I knew him. Well, apparently I didn’t.
When I visited him in Virginia, near Washington DC, days before the breakup, I stumbled upon something that made my stomach turn. In his recycling bin on his laptop, I found photos of a woman in a white corset—let's just say her appearance was less than appealing. With her jungle pits, bar haggard face, and ham sandwich body, she bore a striking resemblance to Erlinda, a mentally stunted stool who had harassed me online since I first started talking to him. I don’t know Erlinda personally, but I see her as a degenerate who thrives on breaking up relationships. He admitted to me that he hooked up with the reprobate rerun months before I met him, but made it clear she wasn’t his type. He claimed a groupie sent him the photos and that he intended to delete them yet didn’t know how. Yet the photos sat in the recycling bin until I noticed.
What makes this even more absurd is that I am much more attractive, intelligent, and driven than the women he seemed to have cheated on me with. It’s laughable to think he would seek validation from these types of disgusting bitches. His low self-esteem is palpable and he manipulated me into believing that no man would ever love me, that they only wanted to sleep with me. Knowing that I haven’t dated many men nor had many relationships (by choice) he would try to continuously manipulate me as if I had problems, was unstable, and I was basically unloveable.
To ensure my health and peace of mind, I took the responsible step of visiting both an OB/GYN and a gynecologist, getting tested for everything before and after our final encounter. My obsessive-compulsive disorder drove me to seek a third opinion from another gynecologist, just to confirm the accuracy of my results. Thankfully, all tests came back clean and I am free of any sexually transmitted diseases. Mentally, I’m still traumatized by what he did because I thought he truly loved me, but I am well aware that this is only a temporary feeling and just part of a breakup.
This entire experience has undoubtedly affected my mental state. I would be a liar if I said this didn’t have an impact. However, knowing what I know now makes it easier to move on. It’s pointless to be with a man who doesn’t truly love you, who hurts you to satisfy his ego, who intentionally humiliates you, and who cheats on you with women who are beneath you to feel better about himself. He would relentlessly tell me that no man would love me and that they only wanted to sleep with me while telling me he was the only man who would, all while knowing I’m a conservative and loyal woman who has had very few relationships and sexual partners in my past.
It’s sickening to think about how unwell he must be, possibly due to the punches and kicks he endures for a living. Granted the fact he fought was probably the best thing about him other than his curiosity about history and fascination with political science. He was also conservative leaning towards libertarianism more so than Republican. Other than this, he was dull as dirt. His cheapness and immature behavior only reinforce the fact that he’s not the man I thought he was. He’s just a man who wears cheap Hanes underwear and dirty clothes.
I have officially blocked him from everything and will never speak to him again. Yes, I am hurt, but I am slowly recovering from this breakup. I am taking my power back and he no longer has the right to be near me. In the end, I deserve so much better than this. I’m ready to move forward and embrace the future, leaving behind the toxic remnants of a relationship that was never meant to be.
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