It started when I met Margeret 5 years ago. We got on very well and fell in love. For seven months things were fantastic, then her brother was killed by his friend with a shot gun. All through her depression I kept her alive, even after she tried to kill herself 3 times. In the back off my mind I knew what she used to be like, but what I did not know was it was dragging me down, but I tried to be strong.
After 3 three years we were going to get wed. As a present to their little girl, her parents took her on holiday with them to Greece. When she came back, she told me that it was over, as she meet someone else on holiday.
I was shelled shocked, I looked after her for so long and loved her so much. How could she do this? I cannot tell you what it did to me, but I hurt so much and still do. Even typing this has made me cry.
Why does it hurt so much?