I had a boyfriend back in Brussels and I stayed in his attic (which was gorgeous btw). We'd already had a few fights here and there on our 'honeymoon' to Vienna and our relationship was already in tatters and beyond repair and I was prepared to dump his no-trusting a$$.
We had a fight one night and I couldn't take it anymore so I packed up and left his apartment at 2 am and was out on the road by myself on a street in a dangerous Arab neighborhood (I don't want to stereotype as they can be a really nice bunch but I have seen them pushing drugs and stuff).
I got a room at a hotel down the road, but realised the next day that I'd left a pouch with €50 in it, and I called him to get it from him. I met him at a bar during the day, where he sat with my pouch laid in front of him. As we'd just had a huge fight, I didn't want to say much to him, so I walked up to him, said "Hey thanks for bringing my pouch" and left.
Once I was a safe distance away from his crazy ass, I opened my pouch to check the contents, and the €50 was missing. I called his thieving ass up and he said since I had been 'treating him like shyt', I didn't deserve my money, and he deserved to keep it.
I was so pissed, I messaged all his friends on his Facebook, one-by-one, telling them what he did - that he stole €50 from me because he thought he deserved it, alerting him to his f***ed-up attitude and telling them to keep their wallets away from him. I then proceeded to un-friend him (but I didn't block him, because I wanted to give him the option to crawl back to me, or to see his reaction of his sorry thieving a$$).
I was so proud of myself for doing that - no one steals from me and gets away with it. I cursed that €50 and hope he goes downE in life.
bitch had it coming to her
so during our trip he bragged about making out with loads of italian girls (although he is ugly as f.ck). He even told me the name of one, "Liara". I told him that it's untrue. Then he replied that I was just jelous. 
