People have a breaking point. I used to mess with this girl who let me use her all the time. I'd come over and smoke up with her, ask her for money, use her gym membership, and even come over after I'd banged someone else and wanted a familiar place to sleep (I hate sharing a bed period, especially with people I don't really like or know that well), never really giving her anything in return other than my angelic *****. All was kind of ok for a while - we'd argue and she'd call me out for taking advantage of her, accuse me of not wanting to be seen with her, of sleeping around, etc., but the fights were never too bad - until I banged one of the other dancers at her club, who of course being her friend had to snitch. I was pre-gaming at her place with my friend when she got the call, and the next thing I know she's coming out of the bedroom yelling and crying and ****, throws a bottle at me, then hits me with another and stabs me in the arm and the side with a piece of it. It was horrible, and I was actually pretty traumatized for a while, but the worst part was that all of my friends still make fun of me for it because they had even heard her say that she'd kill me if I cheated on her (which is odd, since she was never anything more than kind of a bang buddy). I guess the funny part of the story, though, is that I'm trying to get back with her, and she's even agreed to hang out with me in two weeks. Can't let that gravy train get away, you know.