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Swinging too hard

This is a story from my twenties when I still lived together with my ex-boyfriend. The bastard had cheated me with some random girl. I had heard about this from my girlfriends who had witnessed enough in one night. He did not deny it after I showed him the pictures, that was it. Since my name was on the rental contract, I gave him over the weekend to move his sorry ass out of my home. I took an overnight bag and called my parents that can I crash at their place over the weekend. They were fine and understanding like they always are. They were visiting relatives over the weekend but they told me to feel at home and stay as long it was needed. That's right, they are awesome.

Sorry, I went right into my life event without proper introductions. So I'm Nora and I am 24 years old brunette with brown eyes. I'm 168cm tall and I weigh 57 kg. I was blessed with nice C-cup breasts but I had to work countless hours in the gym to develop my butt. I'm gentle and sweet as they come... So why would he cheat me? I mean I check the most boxes. Sure, I don't have my life fully figured out yet but who does at 24? But I digress, back to the story.

I took the car and started to drive outside of the city I lived in. My parents lived around 50 kilometers away in a smaller town and there I could be in peace over the weekend. I even disabled my social media apps. I did not want to talk with anyone. I just wanted to have time for myself. It was a nice and warm summer evening so the drive would ...

... have been pleasant if I had not been so down myself. I made a healthy call and stopped by a local store for some white wine and a few ciders. And by that, I mean that I went to get food for the weekend and just happened to purchase some alcoholic beverages while there. And who knows, if I can loosen up, I might even be able to relax a bit.

It would be wrong to say that my parents lived in the middle of nowhere. But for someone who has lived in the towns and cities for the last few years, it might feel being the middle of nowhere. I mean you could see the next-door neighbors but it would be easier to call them than shout at the side of the road. From my parents’ home, it's around 5 kilometers from the town center. Important distance to know since that is where the closest bar is.

It was around 5.30 pm when I arrived at my parents' place. I carried the groceries, beverages, and my bag from the car. Around 30 minutes later I had unpacked my bag, cooked a quick dinner, and was sitting my feet on the living room coffee table. There was nothing interesting coming from the television so I decided to watch a random sitcom while I ate and enjoyed one of the ciders I had brought. Do not get me wrong, life still sucked. But it is much more bearable when you have warm food, a good drink, and nothing important to do for the next 48 hours. And I had not forgotten the hot tub which my father had installed a year or two ago. It was waiting just outside of the back door. It would be ready ...