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Turns out she sent my ex a screenshot of what I sent her and asked her what she should say, my ex coached her. Long story short, when I approached my ex about it, she denied it up and down. Said she hadn’t been happy with me for a while, instead of telling me she sought another partner; but she didn’t cheat. Problem was my ex was smart enough to take a selfie of herself half naked with this guy in his bed, she still denied she cheated. I don’t remember my facial expression, probably a mixture of anger, defeat and heartbreak all in one weird looking expression. We did break up that night and I wish I could say I didn’t take her back months later, and I also wish I could say she didn’t cheat again, but then I’d be lying. This wasn’t in a woods, but it was in the Horror Characters Get in loser we’re going trick or treating shirt besides I will buy this foothills of a mountainside in a remote and isolated area. I lived on the edge of hills with extensive hiking trails that stretched past city after city in Southern California. Everyday I’d climb one hill and follow its curves back down. It was my daily exercise routine and my serenity. One year there was a major fire that started nearby and burned the brush for a good twenty miles.

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After that a fence was installed around the Horror Characters Get in loser we’re going trick or treating shirt besides I will buy this entrance, with a gate that was open half the year. The other half of the year it was locked during fire season. I had to climb the fence during the dry season to still hike. I climbed the fence like usual, walked in a short way, and started my steep ascent up the switchbacks, when I heard a voice. I stopped and listened, a red flag, as I was alone hiking in a remote area. Then I heard several voices, and I felt relieved as there was a group of people ahead of me on this trail. I hadn’t seen them, but I heard them. I continued up, and on the third switchback the voices began to argue, yelling loudly at each other. I stopped in my tracks and looked up to see one lone man chugging up the trail, dressed in business attire (mind you, he had to climb the fence to get in) yelling at the top of his lungs, using three different voices. I froze. My hair stood up on end. I turned and ran down the trail as fast as I could to get out of there. I would not hike there again.