[Serious] Has Anyone ever Committed Suicide Because of You, or Blamed You in a Note?

Okay. Super long story.

The month I turned 17, this artist I had been following on tumblr messaged me, saying I was beautiful, talented, etc. I got really excited and was thrilled to have an older guy's attention (he was 28), even someone who was a struggling artist halfway across the country.

We texted, skyped, and talked for a few weeks, and it got sexual. I sent him nudes, we sexted, etc. I have no excuse; I knew that it was illegal and I was being dumb. He kept telling me I was so mature for my age, an old soul, and that's why he loved me. A few months into it, I ended it, since he kept wanting me to fly out to Seattle and I was nervous about how much he was pressuring me.

A year later, we started talking again, and we decided to be just friends. At this point his career as an artist had really blossomed, and he was living in an artist-commune thing (what are those called? like where patrons will pay for an artist's living?) and was becoming fairly well-known. We were just friends, but eventually my interest petered because, again, he kept wanting me to fly to Seattle and something in my gut told me it wasn't okay. That's when he started getting emotionally manipulative, and I cut everything off.

So, fast forward to this past fall. He created a new FB account, since I had blocked the new one, and I see that he's been in a new relationship for a few months, is incredibly successful artistically, and seems really happy. I figure it's all clear for us to finally just be friends, so we start messaging. He seems like a TOTALLY different person--really upbeat, didn't cross any lines, just a nice guy. Then he mentions he and his girlfriend are taking a trip to Disney and he wants to propose to her, and asks if we can meet up (I live somewhat close to Orlando).

I agree. However, a few days before he arrives, I get a really severe case of mono, to the point where I was hospitalized for a few days, so I obviously couldn't see him.

He. Flips. Out.

Apparently, his girlfriend (if she actually existed) broke up with him right before the trip, or so he says. So he came down to Florida alone, and was really upset that I couldn't come see him. He starts getting insanely agressive, comes to my work, and drops off a piece of his artwork and a book of romantic poetry (which was awkward, since I've been in a relationship for almost a year at that point) and a suicide note, saying I've been the muse for all of his work, but I'm callous and I'm soulless, etc.

So I go full-on detective mode--get the name of his hotel from the stationery he wrote on, and call the hotel flipping out, saying they need to go check on someone under his name (they legally can't do anything). I call 911, and the operator they paired me with was sympathetic but couldn't do anything since I didn't know what hotel he was in, what name he was using, etc. I try messaging his friends on Facebook, no response.

I finally get a text from him two days later, after not sleeping at all and being an emotional wreck, of just a picture of his ticket back to Washington, saying "I'm okay."

This is already crazy long so I won't go into it, but there was also some stuff about his friend group blaming me for the suicide attempt. Grown fucking adults blaming someone who was hit on by someone 11 years older than them when they were a minor. Fun stuff.

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