Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-44464716-20200313222518/@comment-45060051-20200314060711

It took me several days, but I was finally able to catch the wretch my roomate called a "boyfriend" talking with one of his meathead friends about how he was ready to dump her, making sure his face was front and center for my camera. "Got her all buttered up and now it's time to drop the hammer.  The disease-ridden mamono whore won't know what hit her.  It'll teach them to marry our fathers and make nasty half-breeds like when they took my dad away." I managed to get as much of the conversation as I could before slipping away and heading home, my blood boiling.

"Hey, roomie!" I saw one of the gazer's eyestalks peering around the corner from the kitchen. I entered to see the chipper one-eyed girl hard at work cooking some of her famous pancet. I sighed when the turned to me with her characteristic "I am the happiest girl in the universe" grin, knowing it would soon be gone.

"Lacey, we need to talk." I said. I explained to her my suspicions, and finally showed her the incriminating video. I knew it was going to be painful, but watching her completely crumple into heartbroken agony, nothing could prepare me for it. The only thing I could do is hold her tightly as she cried bitter tears onto my shoulder.

All was not lost, however. Once she had let her pain out, she convinced me to give her the video. Two days later, it ended up on the wildly popular blog of a local human woman who worked with mamono to help them integrated into human society and his mug was spread far and wide and outed as the horrible person he was. The next day after that found him in handcuffs after he was linked to hate crimes committed against the local mamono cultural centers. The day after, I took Lacey out to dinner for her birthday and to celebrate her victory. A week later, our relationship blossomed from friendship to love.

Six months later, my roomate became my wife.