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So a about 5-6 months ago I started dating a very close friend of mine. She was going through a hell of a rough time in her life. She went through a breakup from a long relationship and to deal with it our group would throw small get-together. We drank a lot. She actually hooked up with an old flame and got a pregnancy scare. The dude pretty much told her to fuck off. Friends and I tell him to fuck off and he isn't in the group anymore. During that time she was stressing immensely due to her not knowing if she had a kid or not. (She did not) I was pretty much her shoulder to cry on. I was her rock for those grueling weeks of stress, yeah I know it's white-knightish but fuck you she was one of my close friends. We started to hangout a lot more, and one day I told how I felt about her and she felt the same. Things go fine for a few months but in the back of my mind I knew this wasn't going to last. In my mind I knew I was a rebound, but I tried to push it away. Trying rationalize that I was just being paranoid, but as time went on I she started growing more and more distant. And I knew that I was correct. She came to me and told me I was the nicest guy to ever date her but the timing wasn't right. I told her "hey, it's okay. All I want is for you to be happy" she asked what about me. I bit my tongue and said nothing. Few weeks pass and when I'm at work near closing time I get a call. It's my dad telling me my grandpa had brain cancer. This obviously stressed me plus the work and bills and shit was pushing my limits of keeping all bottled. A few days later he died. I got low. Had two bottles to myself and was contemplating if I made him proud before he passed. I knew the answer wasn't what I wanted it to be. I started to fall apart, and then she texted me. I told her about my situation and that I missed her. I needed someone who could be there like how I was with her...she blew me off thinking I was just making up shit. She later found out it was true. Pt. 1
