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It’s funny how fast things can change, you know. It’s already been 5 years since Pops sacrificed himself to defeat his evil twin brother and save the universe, but to me it feels like just yesterday. Since then I’ve settled down, took over the position as park manager from Benson, and finally confessed my love to Rigby. They said a bird and a racoon could never get married, but we sure proved them wrong.

It’s been hard getting here, but me and Rigby have made a great life for ourselves. Now that we don’t have to save the world from something crazy everyday, we have time for the little things, like video games, cooking, and anal. I even got him to finally listen to Weezer (he says he doesn’t like it but I know he’s lying.) Now today is the big day, our 1 year wedding anniversary. I’m surprising him by coming home early from work so I can take him out to dinner. As I approach the door I hear this strange noise from the other side before realizing it’s Rigby’s voice, “ham…bone…ing.” I open the door and before my eyes I see Rigby, my husband, the man I married, in bed with… Muscle man. “OH FUCK BABE” he says scrounging to get his pants on, “You weren’t supposed to be home for a few more hours.”

“So what that gives you an excuse to sleep with our friend.” I say as I immediately start packing a bag. “You know I should have known, I saw the way you looked at him at the bar, the way…the way you used to look at me. But of all people to cheat on me with why him, the guy who farts in his fucking sleep.”

“You know who else farts in their sleep, MY MO-” before he can even finish I back hand slap him across the face. “And you, I thought we were friends, now I see who you really are.” I grab my bag still half packed and storm out.

“Mordecai wait,” Rigby yelled as he chased after me “let me explain.”

“How are you even going to try to explain that?” I say as my head whips around, my beak inches from his FUCKING face. “We’re done Rigby, d-o-n-e done.” tears begin to well in my eyes as the last word leaves my lips, but I turn around before I give him the right to see me cry, because that’s something you eastern by trust, and he just broke every piece of trust we ever had. By the time I make it outside our apartment building I’m sobbing, so I call the one person I know I can rely on “Skips, do you mind if I come stay with you for a little bit.”

“So you’re sure they were…you know.” Skips says as he sits down next to me and hands me a cup of tea.

“Why else would they be naked in bed together.” I say, my eyes still red from tears. “I just don’t understand how he could ever do this.”

“Frankly I don’t know why he ever does anything, did you try talking to him?”

“I couldn’t, it hurt me to look at his face.”

“You know it might be a good idea for you to go back now that you feel better and get an explanation. I’m not saying what he did was ok, but you know Rigby, he wouldn’t do something crazy (and believe me he does a lot of crazy things) if he didn’t have a reason to do it. I think it’s best fo-”

“Wait a goddamn fucking minute. Are you defending him right now?”

“That’s not what I was saying I jus-”

“That’s exactly what you were saying. I never should have come here, I’ll go to the one thing that I know will comfort me, a bottle of whisky.” I grab my bag and slam the door behind me. I can’t trust anyone.

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I sit on the fire escape, Drake playing in my ears (Hotline Bling), as I light up a cigarette. Muscle Man opens up the window and sticks his head out, “You ready for round 2 big boy.”

“Just go” I say before taking a long, hardy drag off my cig.

“What.”

“I SAID GO. Get the fuck out of here. Go fuck Highfive Ghost if you’re that deprate. Or better yet why don’t you get back to your wife and kids.” I watch him grab his things on leave. Now it’s just me. I pick up a photo of me and Mordecai, it’s our wedding, I can’t help it, I scream with rage and slam the frame against the wall. I pick up one of the shards and squeeze it in my palm. Blood drips, but I don’t feel the pain.

Still bleeding I storm out to my motorcycle, and I start to ride. I don’t have a destination, hell part of me hopes I just crash. How could I be so stupid. Me and Mordecai have been best friends for as long as I can remember, but I just had to fuck it up. I always fuck it up.

All of that for what? So I can fuck a green guy. And the worst part is I don’t even know why I did it, it’s just like something came over me. I blacked out and the next thing I know the love of my life is walking in on me fucking our old coworker. How could I, especially when I know he would never do that to me.

The wind whips through my hair. I run a red light and barely miss getting hit by a semi truck. It should have hit me. I can’t keep it in anymore, I just start screaming. That’s when I hear the sirens, that’s when I see the lights.

Now I’m stuck in a cell with a bunch of sweaty weirdos, and I just cheated on the one guy I would call in this situation. It’s my turn to use the phone, and I just start dialing the only number I can think of. Ringing, Ringing, and then a click, I can tell he’s just waking up from the anger in his voice.

“Who is this? What do you want?”

“Benson, I fucked up”

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I sit at the bar sipping on my drink. I was nearly 3 years sober, but that doesn’t matter. I didn’t ruin that, he ruined that. This was our favorite spot. We would sit at that spot in the back and talk for hours. Would. Never again. A finger taps me on the shoulder and I hear a familiar voice. “Hey there stranger.”

I turn around and there she is, Margaret. The girl I would’ve done anything for. “You’re looking a little down, partner.” She says taking the seat next to me.

“It’s one of those days.”

“Tell me about it. You still with that short fellow?”

“No, me and him are done.”

“Well in that case what do you say I make your day better.”

I look at her, lust filling her eyes “Fuck it,” I say “let’s do it, Rigby.”

The lust drops from her eyes, “What the fuck do you call me.”

“Um nothing I gotta go bye.” I leave some cash on the bar and rush out the building, panting. I begin to have a realistic depiction of a panic attack. Stop it. Stop thinking of him. GET HIM OUT OF YOUR MIND. Why? He hurt me so why can’t I stop thinking about him. I don’t even hate him. I love him. I need him. How could he do this? I drop to my knees and whisper, “why?”

To be continued