I met my ex at a dog training class. It wasn't his dog. It was his older sister's and she left it locked in their mother's house for three days without food or water. She trashed the house and never came back. So his mom took the dog and he just came along to dog training class because he had nothing to do.
He told me he was manic depressive that first night he came over to smoke cigarettes out my apartment window. Turned out his sister, who was now living in an abandoned factory in San Francisco, Read more