TIFU by spending $70,000 on an Ojos Locos waitress, moving to Las Vegas for her, and finding out she cheated on me within the first hour of arriving
this happened recently and i am still processing all of it so bear with me so back in september i met this girl. she was working at Ojos Locos in McAllen, TX for those who don’t know it’s a sports bar where the waitresses wear crop tops and short shorts. she came to take my order and bro. i was done. completely cooked. she had that energy where the whole room looks at her when she walks in and when she turned that attention on me i lost every single brain cell i had ever possessed. we started talking. she was attentive, texting me all day, making me feel like i was the only guy on the planet. classic love bombing but at the time i just thought she was really into me. two months in i was already booking flights. here is where the FU begins over the next several months i spent over $70,000 on this woman. i know. i KNOW. washington dc, honolulu, dinners, bags, nails, everything. i was fully in provider mode convinced that if i showed up hard enough she would lock in and we would live happily ever after. she had a roster of hundreds of dudes sliding in her dms at all times and i genuinely believed i was different. i was not different. she was also cheating on me the entire time. not occasionally. regularly. i found out multiple times and stayed every single time because trauma bonding is a hell of a drug and i had already invested so much that leaving felt impossible. sunk cost fallacy in its most devastating form. so after months of being screamed at, cheated on, and yes physically hit on more than one occasion, i had what i can only describe as a full romantic delusion episode and thought the solution was a fresh start. new city. new energy. new us. i decided to move us to Las Vegas. i want you to read the next sentence slowly. she cheated on me within the first hour we arrived in Las Vegas. one hour. sixty minutes. we had barely gotten off the freeway. i’m not even sure our suitcases were fully in the door. i found out almost immediately because at this point the universe had given up being subtle with me and just started leaving evidence in plain sight. i confronted her. she beat me up. like actually physically assaulted me. this was not a push or a slap. she came at me and i had to call the cops. she was arrested and taken to jail and i stood there in a city i had just moved to, knowing nobody, bruised, completely alone, with a girlfriend behind bars for putting hands on me. i sat in that empty apartment we had just signed a lease on and just stared at the wall for a very long time. the damage: • $70,000+ gone • moved to a city i didn’t plan to live in alone • physically assaulted • she went to jail • had to start completely over at a age where i thought i’d have things figured out i’m in therapy now. doing the work. unpacking why i kept staying, why i kept spending, why i thought i could fix something that was broken from day one. turns out when a girl who has 600 unread messages from other dudes tells you you’re different, the correct response is not to book a flight to hawaii. i know that now. TL;DR - met a girl at a Texas sports bar, spent $70k taking her on trips, moved to Las Vegas for a fresh start, she cheated within the first hour of arriving, beat me up when confronted, got arrested, and i was left alone in a new city with nothing but a lease and a therapy appointment