My boyfriend and his so–called “sister” checked into a hotel and got caught during a prostitution sting operation. When I went to bail him out, he had hickeys all over his neck and was busy comforting her while she sobbed into her hands.
“Her apartment’s lock broke, and she was so scared, so I stayed with her,” he said.
If this had been before, I would‘ ve flipped out and demanded answers. But this time, I didn’t want to play the jealous, crazy girlfriend anymore. I calmly signed the release papers and didn’t say a word.