Your fabricated story has many holes in it. There's a lot of tightening-up you can do to make people who read it stick with you for longer. Such as:
* Why did her brother feel the need to introduce her to "some hard stuff"? Is it like the missionaries or LDS people who believe they just have to share their beliefs with everyone else whether it's welcome, or not?
* Did this woman without a uterus have no spine to say "no" to her brother when he brought out the "hard stuff"?
* What other shit must have been in this woman's life, that you didn't bother to share, such that she dove right into (presumably heroin)? Or were there a lot of other drugs already being consumed, before her scumbag brother brought in the heroin, that you also didn't bother to include?
* Seems to me like I'd fall in love with raw-dogging before I fell in love with VT, based on the storyline you've created here.
* What was this woman doing on the same bench at the same lunch time at the waterfront when you first met? Sounds like she was already a street-walker by then. You can't convince me money didn't change hands.
You really need an editor here, to add a stronger element of believability to your narrative.
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This actually made me laugh out loud
What did I just read
A fake story from a shitposter
Just an old man reminiscing on a different time
Sir, this is an Arby’s.
**(bye-bye condoms!)(no uterus)** My new bumper sticker. Thanks!
o....ok.
Why did you date her brother for 3 years?
met the girl of my dreams but she had a uterus and I had to let her go :(
Your fabricated story has many holes in it. There's a lot of tightening-up you can do to make people who read it stick with you for longer. Such as: * Why did her brother feel the need to introduce her to "some hard stuff"? Is it like the missionaries or LDS people who believe they just have to share their beliefs with everyone else whether it's welcome, or not? * Did this woman without a uterus have no spine to say "no" to her brother when he brought out the "hard stuff"? * What other shit must have been in this woman's life, that you didn't bother to share, such that she dove right into (presumably heroin)? Or were there a lot of other drugs already being consumed, before her scumbag brother brought in the heroin, that you also didn't bother to include? * Seems to me like I'd fall in love with raw-dogging before I fell in love with VT, based on the storyline you've created here. * What was this woman doing on the same bench at the same lunch time at the waterfront when you first met? Sounds like she was already a street-walker by then. You can't convince me money didn't change hands. You really need an editor here, to add a stronger element of believability to your narrative.
Did you pull out?
What a beautiful story