I met him…….UGh…. hated him. Years later we met again. There was something different about this time. I became his gurlfriend. We fell in Love. When I say he loved me… I MEANT….. HE LOVED ME.Â
He went to jail….. got out, went to jail ……got out, went to jail,…. got out. I…. couldn’t take it anymore. I broke up with him. Years later………. he got married, he went to jail again. Came home. I was on his mind, couldn’t take myself through it again. He loved his wife…..but he still missed me. He came to my house and told me that I was the reason why he was depressed, told me had I stayed with him and stuck it out, he wouldn’t be “in this mess”. Told me all what he was feeling……….was MY FAULT.
 Shortly…..He shot himself in the head………. and died.
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Thank God… I don’t look like what I’ve been through.