I moved here in 2008. I had been dating a girl for a while and things were going pretty well. One day she pops up with “Hey lets move to Vegas!” We talked about it for a while and decided on the end of the summer so we could save up enough to do it. This was back in February I think (holy fuck I spelled that right on the first try! haha). Somehow we wound up moving the second week of April. Way sooner than what I wanted. But anyhoo, as soon as we got here, things started going down hill. 
I had gotten kind of depressed. I didn’t know anyone here, couldn’t find a job and was quickly running out of money. She had a job but wasn’t making anything to speak of.

So, she went to the store one night and left her myspace open (I know, it was wrong of me to do this regardless of my intentions and regardless of what I was actually doing.)  and I was reading the emails she had sent friends of mine about the surprise birthday party that she had thrown me before we left. I had already known about them as she had shown them to me before. I wasn’t trying to read anything other than that. It felt good to see the cool things my friends said about me etc. and helped cheer me up. Until…
I saw an email from a mutual friend entitled “about your problem”.
I didn’t know what the “problem” was. I just assumed it was about the party. So, I opened it. That’s when I found out what my girlfriend at the time really thought of me and what I really meant to her. Nothing.

In the email she complained to our friend that I needed to get my shit straight etc and that she was giving me six months to do so. It would have been nice if she had informed me of that shit BEFORE we moved to Vegas. She gets back, I tell her what I did. I felt like a jerk. WHY?!?! She tried to tell me she didn’t feel like that anymore. I believed her. Oh, did I mention that she was a borderline alcoholic that burned just about every bridge she’s had with anybody she’s known?

I tried so fucking hard to fix a friendship between her and another friend of mine and wound up losing that friend and another in the process.

Back to Vegas.
After being here a while, she started making new friends and hanging out with people. I thought, “Cool, I’ll get to meet new people and maybe have some new friends.”. Yeah, no. I wasn’t allowed to meet any of her friends. I think I may have met two the entire year we were together. She would never tell me why. She constantly hid things from me, lied to me. I kept getting more an more depressed. 
Knowing that my dad used to beat the shit out of my mom, she would taunt me whenever we had an argument, trying to get me to hit her. I never did. She always liked to throw it in my face how smart she thought she was and how much smarter than me she was, but she couldn’t figure out how to function. She would ask me things and I would give her the answer or advice or whatever and she would blow me off. She would call her dad and he would say the same thing I did and she acted like that was the first time she had heard it. It was constantly one thing after the other with her.

She had asked me if I wanted to go to counseling with her. By the time she asked that, I didn’t think it was worth it anymore. We split not long after Valentine’s day in 2009. She had told me that her and one of her girl friends from work were going out to eat and that she would be back around a certain time. About an hour after that time, I called to see if everything was ok. Something happened, we got in an argument. She never came home. I called her friend’s house panicked. She wouldn’t tell me what was going on. Not directly anyway. Come to find out, they met a customer from their work (They were both strippers), which is something she had always told me she would never do as it was against her beliefs or something. He was paying them to be there, bought them dinner took them to clubs and what not. She never came home because she stayed with that guy at his hotel room.
She didn’t come home for three days.  I have no idea how many times she met guys outside the club. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the first time though.

We got to live together for like three and a half months after that due to the lease on our apartment, which fucking sucked.

Anyhow, she wound up going through one guy after another after we split, dipped out on her roommate and moved to another state. Now she’s married. She tried to get me to marry her after like two months of dating… yeah, no. Not going to happen.

So, she’s left the city she called the greatest place in the world. I’m still stuck in a place that I’ve never really gotten comfortable.

I told her this place would eat her alive if she let it. She didn’t believe me.

She learned the hard way. I guess I did too.