The Stripper.

So apparently Significant Other fucked a stripper in a toilet cubicle the other week.

The story goes something like this.
His phone was flat because I had not seen him in a few days and his charger was at my house. He went out with his friend.... we will call him The Candy Man. They started off at a well known venue in Melbourne and headed into a strip club because (apparently) drinks are cheaper there. Anyway, I don't care. He can go where he likes. They had arranged to be picked up at 4.30am by their other mate, however he turned up at 3am and they weren't ready to leave yet. So Significant Other pissed around doing whatever to delay the time they had to leave because of course, being a good friend and all, you wouldn't leave your friends stuck in the city with no way home.
He eventually came about and they were all bundled into the back of the car when Driver goes "Where were you? In the toilets fucking a stripper?"
Then, the joke began. It was played on for a decent week then all of a sudden I was being told a completely different story from one of my good, female, friend. Being given advice, basically told to end my relationship and also, a remake of the story I had been involved in from the very beginning. It went a little something like Significant Other fucking a stripper in a toilet cubicle with moaning being heard by all. Whatever.

Now I know that seems ridiculous for me to still be with him from everyone elses perspective but what they're not understanding is that I knew about it from the start. Why would Driver boy be playing along with the joke all week with a group of us then run and tell one of my good friends a completely different story?

I give up.