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I broke up with my boyfriend of five years in June, and I still have doubts.
We met at a D&D session; I was single at the time, and was wearing not a ton of clothes. Our GM had the windows open, so I was freezing as we all played, and scooted over to the new guy, who had just joined us that day.
"You have a large coat. Can I share it?"
He started to take it off before I sat on his lap, and we exchanged phone numbers, met again in a couple of days, and hit it off really well from there. Listening to the Beatles on shared headphones, making out all over our campus, silly shit- fond memories.
His mother got cancer about a year into things, and he dropped out of college to be with her- so did I. We both expected it would take her in a semester- it was two years before she died, and we lived together in that time. I didn't have a social life outside of his family, and we became bitter and awful towards each other because we both started feeling forced together. I didn't use my apartment, but I didn't move out, so I kept paying rent through my savings.
When his mother died, we all breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been in pain for a really long time.