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Originally Posted by dissentowner
We were there for a week. It was the 4th night we were there and we went bar hopping. There is a bar there called Aunt Tiki's and we met this guy named Johnny who seemed ok. He wanted to hang with us and we got to a bar called the Dungeon, two level bar. We were upstairs and my ex and Johnny went downstairs to get drinks and never came back up. I wandered around the French Quarter all night looking for them but gave up at about 7am and went back to our hotel. At 11ish she came in and told me she went back to his place and slept with him. Needless to say the next 3 days sucked bad, I did nothing. Fast forward to 2010 and I went back to New Orleans to face the demons there. I actually loved the city once I got over that moment. Just felt it was something I needed to do.
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... wow that's evil. Did you stay in the same room for the remainder of the week? I sure as hell would have left the bitch there as northcrunk suggested.
and your sister and brother-in-law still were friends with her after that? Seems crazy. I couldn't stay friends with somebody who did something like that to my brother. Hell, I have cut a couple so called friends out of my life for less.