Title:           Low Self Esteem Rarity
Author:          dirtymuffin00
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First Edit:      Saturday 1st of April 2017 06:17:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 2nd of April 2017 05:12:16 PM CDT

>You wake up early in the morning
>Your head is pounding, your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing, and your room is spinning
>You sit up
>Empty bottles of whiskey and beer litter your floor
>You feel like shit
>The only reason you aren’t hungover is because you’re still too drunk to feel anything
>Another night drinking the pain away
>You crawl out of bed and slowly make your way to your bathroom, trying not to trip up on yourself
>You are barely able to drag your feet on the ground as the clinking of empty beer bottles fills your dilapidated room
Clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink
>The noise just rings throughout your head as you struggle to make way to your bathroom
>You finally arrive and look in the mirror to see the image of a beaten man
>3 day old stubble lines your pallid, exhausted face
>Dried streaks of tears lead from your eyes, which are surrounded by dark circles and crow’s feet
>Your overgrown hair runs amok as you completely stopped caring for it long ago
>God damn, how the fuck did it end up like this?
>Oh yeah, now you remember
>You look back to your bed and notice that she is gone
>Of course she is
>She has too much pride to stay in a shithole like this
>That doesn’t stop her from coming over after she gets crossfaded
>Every time it’s the same routine
>She invites a “nice” stallion over to her house to get him
>She flirts with him and serves him a glass of nice wine
>Better than anything she’s given you
>He takes it
>An hour later, he just bails
>She gets wasted and smokes a bit of weed
>She knocks at your door early in the morning
>And like a fool, you open the door
>Where that leads to depends on the situation
>Sometimes she sleeps with you
>Other times she is just too messed up and you have to leave her the bed while you sleep on the couch
>This has become routine
>You don’t really care about the stallions however
>She, to your knowledge, has never been successful at keeping one in her home for more than two hours
>They always run to the hills
>You always kind of wondered just why they do that, but you just figured that they just have shitty personalities
>Oh well, they just can’t see something that you can’t
>Still, why does she only want to come over when she’s high?
>You still stay with her
>She hasn’t actually cheated on you and she helps you out quite a bit when she’s sober
>She helped you get situated in this world to boot
>Of all the friends that you’ve made so far, she’s spent the most trying to help you out, by far
>Plus she’s incredibly kind and helpful
>For the most part
>Dealing with some of her shit was the least that you could do for her
>After all, you owe it to her
>However, as good as you felt sometimes, there were other times you just can’t stand to be near her
>Still, you can’t help but feel sorry for her
>It was puppy love at first, but then you began arguing more and more
>Sometimes the arguments would turn into heated debates
>Arguing about who does more for the relationship
>She usually won through some strange reasoning; however, every once in a while. You would leave here standing there, speechless
>Almost every time you tried to break it off with her, something stopped you
>And every time you successfully did break it off, you were back together again less than three weeks later
>She would come back immediately after, bearing presents, asking for your forgiveness, even when you were the one who was in the wrong
>It didn’t matter to her apparently
>The relationship moved kind of fast
>She introduced you to her family and friends, while you introduced her to the few friends that you made here
>A teal colored unicorn and her cream colored friend, a clumsy pegasus mail carrier, a dentist with an hourglass cutiemark, a strange, British sounding stallion, and a red farmer who she was apparently already acquainted with
>Something about this just felt right
>Yet so wrong
>You weren’t exactly successful with the ladies back home, so you weren’t sure
>You breathe in deeply
>Is this how love feels?
>You think so
>Two people (er one person and a pony) doing anything for each other
>Quite a bit of romancing going on
>Sex was a fairly regular occurrence
>Everything should feel good, but something about it was just wrong
>Like at the end of the day, being near Rarity just made you feel kinda shitty
>You splash some water on your face and rub the dirt and grime off your face
>Your lip hurts a little, so you take a look at it
>Still swollen from two nights ago
>You met with one of the stallions who knew Rarity, and he said some nasty, horrible things about her
>You popped the fucker in the snout and then all hell broke loose
>A hoof flew and caught you right in the kisser
>Next thing you knew, you were on the ground taking hits and swinging randomly
>One blow to the head later and you woke up in the drunk tank at the nearby station
>You might have taken an assbeating and gotten arrested that night, but not before busting that little shit’s smug little smile
>Rarity came down to the station to bail you out
>She spent a bunch of money and had to flirt with the guards a little in order to convince them to release you, but she got you out
>She began crying after she saw you, but she was so proud of you for defending her name
>That night, she took the chance to roleplay as some kind of nurse
>And boy did you enjoy that R&R treatment
>Still, you know that this would just end up being more ammo for her to use later on
>”Selfish”, “Ungrateful”, “Manipulative”, “Drunkard”, all words that you knew she would use against you if it came to it
>And for what? Defending her honor?
>You turn off the faucet and take another look in the mirror
>Is this the face of a man who’s truly happy?
>You decide to rub one out before showering
>After you are done with both, you get dressed and head downstairs, where you enjoy a nice bowl of oatmeal
>You start to wash the bowl when there is a knock on your door
>You already know who that was
>It was Rarity
>Surely she was here to “invite” you out to breakfast
>You say “invite” because you knew that it was something that she would just hold over your head