Pixie

Just an horrible update... After 2 months of investigations, they found out that it was my ex boyfriend's cousin that poisoned the family and he's been arrested. I'm no longer in contact with my ex because he shut me off but my heart is breaking for him and the pain he must be feeling 😔

Thank you Kayc for your kind words. Knowing that this is not about me does not make it hurt any less, but I know I must accept the situation. Still, the thought of what could have been breaks my heart.

Hi everybody, I've been reading through the posts and thought about sharing my story. I met my boyfriend 4 months ago, it was young, Yes, I know, but there was such a good connection between us. We spent a lot of time together, we went out with his friends or mine, he wanted me to meet his parents, we were getting really close, we never had an argument. We went on holiday for a week and had a lovely time, the day we came back he took me to lunch at his parents for the first time (I had declined the first times he asked because I thought it was early). The following day he went to Japan, he was supposed to be there for two weeks, but 5 days into his trip his mother was rushed to the hospital, had a heart attack and went into a coma; he asked me to help him find a ticket to fly back but his relatives told him to wait. Two days later his mother died. At the hospital they realized she was poisoned by a chemical element, and so was the rest of his family: his father, his aunt and his grandparents. His father and aunt are still in the hospital but they are getting better; his grandparents died within a week. After his mother died I bought him a ticket for two days later (he asked me to, he chose the day). When he came back I went to pick him up at the airport and stood by him the whole time, to the hospital (we had to have bloodwork done because we had lunch with them the previous week and they did not know when and how the intoxication took place), we had to go to the Police to talk with them (the investigations are still ongoing but they are not going anywhere) and I was with him the whole time, I was with him at the wake, at the funeral, we went out sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. His way to cope was to pretend he was fine, he did not open up about his feelings; still, the cracks were there. He slept an awful lot, he was edgy and tense, colder and withdrawn, the sex was basically non-existent. Then, after a couple of weeks since his rerum, he broke up with me. He did it with a text on whatsapp, which I was appalled by. He said he did not feel in love as he would have liked to be and that he felt I uncomfortable, nervous and almost guilty. So he broke up with me. He was quite brutal, and cold, almost business-like. I know, I feel, that this has all to do with his grief and that we were not strong enough as a couple to survive this. So I'm not asking you for advice, I'm not asking for reassurance about his possible comeback, I know he won't come back. When he will be ready he will likely fall in love with someone else, even if he was so happy with me, even if his friends had not seen him like he was with me for a long time. We had our chance, and tragedy took it away from us. Sometimes things go wrong and we just have to accept this. Thanks for reading my story.