TLDR: I found a email on my gf's phone that was a receipt for food to be delivered to a brothel. Packed my stuff and left. Packed her stuff and dropped it off at her place. Sent a text 'i don't think we should keep seeing each other'.
So my GF said she's was hanging out with her sister on Thursday night. I asked some general questions the next day and the answers just seemed off. Early the next morning I woke up and it just didn't make sense, so I grabbed her phone and had a look. Last time she called or texted her sister was 5 days prior. Recent messages to her BFF roomie were deleted. Messages to her other BFF were deleted a few days ago, but new ones had come in. I searched her email and found a receipt for food, to be delivered to an address which it turned out to be a brothel. I packed packed and left, got her stuff from mine and took it to hers. Sent her a text and that was it.
She blew up my phone in the morning, but I didn't respond. More messages today. I haven't responded.
I'm really doubting myself. I just don't want to believe. Maybe it's for someone else. Maybe she's just a receptionist. I know she's been having trouble with money lately since we went on vacation for 5 weeks late last year and she freelances, so she didn't make money over that period. It was quiet over Xmas and new years too.
I lent her some money while we were away and she said she'll pay me back right away. Week after week I'd ask and she'd say yeh she's wired it but it never came through. It became obvious she was avoiding it so I asked her if she was having money troubles. She just answered with questions and gave me a weird answer. I also know that she's taken out a personal loan (which she didn't tell me about).
I didn't bother confronting her about the brothel because she has a tendency of answering questions with questions and just being dodgy. Plausible deniability.
So all of this paints a really fucking bad picture. It's bad enough that I can't get straight answers for simple shit, let alone the brothel bullshit. There is fuck all trust.
After all this though I just can't help but doubt myself. That there is a very good reason she was ordering food there. But I just don't fucking believe it. I don't think I'd believe anything she'd tell me.
I'm reading over what I've written right now and I have the 'you dense motherfucker' meme in my head. I want some sort of closure. It's over because I don't trust her or it's over cos she's a prostitute.