The lies I told were a slurry of bits of truth and bits of pure falsehoods. I told her that my bisexual friends wanted a threesome, that I fell in love with one of them.

I truly believed that she was better without me at the time. I couldn’t find a way to have the money to get back down to her, I was mentally ill and I don’t think she has ever known this but I was caught by my mother in the act of attempting suicide. Add drug use into the mix also...

She begged and pleaded with me not to end it. I swear I am haunted by the painful cries she made that day.

....I am not good talking to people but maybe this offers you some clarity. But also, I am diagnosed and under treatment and have been for years. Never give up on love, for love is patient.