Quite late in on the party so going to get buried in here.

I had a best friend, lets call him Tom, who hooked me up with this girl my senior year of high school. He thought since he's never seen me a relationship he would help me out. The girl he hooked me up with, lets call her Sarah, ended up being my girlfriend for 6 years. The entire time with Sarah i had a yearly routine i would take my bike and just go places. Beginning of summer to end I just pedaled, example is all across Canada, flew to Europe then pedaled all across and stayed on peoples couches for free (there's a organization for this). So the day was coming up for my summer biking trip and i left, planned on biking from Washington to florida, then either bike back or fly back. Was one day out and i stopped at a camp site and pitched a tent. Went through my bag and searched for my phone, couldn't find the damn thing. In case of emergencies i needed it so in the morning i pedaled back to our home, her and I lived together, and arrived about midnight. When i pedaled up our driveway I saw my friends car along with girlfriends and I didn't think much of it because my friend told me he was flying out to his parents and wanted to leave his car there. I came into our home quietly thinking my girlfriend had work in the morning and i saw candles all over the place with flower pedals. I followed it hearing my wife moaning as i got closer and closer to the to our bedroom. As I get closer i heard another voice, when i get to the door i kicked it in and saw my best friend Tom plowing my girlfriend Sarah. As i saw this happening and them turning around looking at me i just had no emotions whatsoever. I just kept hearing my friend repeating over and over he was sorry and my girlfriend crying. I went to the nightstand next to them and grabbed my phone and told them both they had 1 minute before I would kill them. They thought i was joking and after the minute was up i walked into the closet and grabbed the gun was in there and pointed at them, they tried leaving pretty quick in his car until i stopped Tom and asked him how long this was going on and he said a little bit before he hooked us up. After they left i didn't cry or wasn't mad, i just had no emotions in anything. The next morning i called my brother and he helped me change the locks on every door in the house and i left the house. I still pay bills on the home but i have not returned to it since that day, i took my bike and went to my brothers house until i got a apartment. Its coming up to being a year since this happened and I still have not spoken to Sarah and Tom even though Sarah constantly begs and pleads to take me back as well as she get her stuff out of the house, house is in my name. My brother goes to the house every few days or so and no sign of anyone attempting to enter it. I don't know when ill ever go back there.