Ex horror stories. Part 1. 'D'

By: Venus In honor of my upcoming podcast Tuesday on 'it had to be said with venus' with horror stories of our terrible exes, Today im blogging about one of my own experiences. Ill leave out names for confidential reasons, and the people who know, know, and if you think im talking about you, please save yourself from the embarrassment of me having to further detail how much of a douchebag you truly are. Ill call this ex 'd'. D for douchebag, d for dick, d for devil, and d for his name lol. D was a typical narcissist 43 year old douchebag i met when i was 21. He was entrepreneur, he was a buisness man, d was a consultant, Someone you would think was actually a prosperous man living in his kids moms basement on disability lol. Im not even making this up. D drove a sexy car (women, beware those sexy cars) but it was a panty dropper needles to say. So d was always on buisness trips, and i would go along. We would stay at various resorts and 5 star hotels across Ontario. Now all was alright with d, for 43 years old, d was completely fuckable, except for d's one downfall of his man titties (again, god to honest truth here, man had tits!) D also liked various women, which was totally fine with me because that meant, i could do as i pleased, not that i always did, but if i wanted something, i would take it as i damn well pleased. So one day me and d got in a fight, and i ended up losing my 18k gold bracelet over this bullshit. I was pissed. So this with d continues. I was actually his secretary/assistant girlfriend, which 'girlfriend' only when it was convenient for him, like around other men. Anyway, at 21 and just out of a relationship with an alcoholic pos (yup, we all make mistakes. Some are funner than others lol), i didn't really care about the relationship stigma of having to belong to someone. (Alcoholics are usually super possessive and cruel to their partners, so a 'relationship type of relationship' just wasnt for me at the time). Anyway, me and d went to extravagant parties and attended quite a few events together. It was literally, all fun and games. One night, me and d ended up partying with one of my gfs, and d's narcissistic, pos personality came out full force. He started getting angry and yelling in my face stupid shit that men often say. My girlfriend was a real fierce of a female and grabbed d and punched him in the face quite hard enough, he was nearly knocked off his rocker. He stared at her in complete shock and she was like, 'you need to leave' He started pleading to stay saying that he couldn't drive anywhere because he was drunk lol. Well too fucking bad for you douchebag! I grabbed his shoes and tossed them on the roof lol. Turns out d at 43 was a parkour master. He managed to hop on the roof from outside and grabbed his shoes. Me and my friend just locked the door and made him sleep outside because of his aggression towards me. So he ended up sleeping in his car that night telling me how he was going to find and fuck some of my female friends. Yeah, not getting you back inside buddy! When he attempted to leave, he got pulled over by the cops who said they had seen his car at the bar that night. He said he was a chauffeur for my drunk ass and tried sending them after me for being drunk and kicking him out. The cops laughed at him and said if he got kicked out, he fucking deserved it. He had over a 10 hour drive to get home that day. And im not saying that he set a province on fire, but i will say, on his journey south, half of northern Ontario burned that day. Have you got any ex horror stories? Want them heard on 'it had to be said with venus' Tuesday at 9 pm? Email me at venusuncensored@gmail.com and join us to tell your story live or write me your story to be read on our live show. Xo Venus