Josh

You had a boyfriend named Josh. At first, everything was perfect: attention, compliments, courtship. But the longer the relationship went on, the colder he became—while still living off you and spending your money on bars and gambling.

You endured, hoping things would get better. One day at school, you saw him chatting sweetly with a girl from his class—and jealousy got the better of you. At home, you confronted him: he started raising his voice, claiming "nothing special" had happened, and that you'd gotten "uptight over nothing." You gave in because you loved him, but it didn't help: he avoided you at school, didn't show you to his friends, and ignored you.

Then rumors spread: he'd secretly taken your hard-earned money and spent it at a club, taking some girls with him. You finally decided to put an end to it and told him you wanted to break up. He turned pale, fell to his knees, begged for forgiveness, and promised to change everything. Your "no" remained unyielding. He grabbed his things and slammed the door so hard the walls shook.

You thought he'd calm down, but when you arrived at school the next day, everyone was against you: mocking glances, whispers. But soon you heard the words—from Josh himself:

- She's a whore! Give everyone a piece of lard!
Why the fuck did I even date her?

He spread ridiculous rumors, and you stood by and watched as others readily believed them.

//Your actions?//