I remember when I was 13 and my sister was 15 she had started talking over the phone to this guy her friend introduced her to. I would sometimes be hanging out with my sister in her room and she would put him on speaker and we'd talk...I don't exactly remember how me and the guy began talking. Anyways my sister had lost interest in him(she always had a lot of options) and he began talking to me like I was his girlfriend. We never even met but we'd talk over the phone every night and he'd tell me he loved me, called me pet names, basically made me feel really special. I never had a guy take any interest in me let alone say "I love you" to me, even my dad hadn't told me that at that point. I was overweight until I was 13 and I'd get picked on a lot by my male cousin. I was basically starving for a boy to not treat me like scum. Anyways, I was in my room one night and decided to pop in my sisters room to chit chat and my sister and the guy are having phone sex. I lost it. I was bawling and felt so betrayed, I wasn't mad at my sister at all for some reason, I was disgusted with him. I talked to him about it, I was crying to him, he starts crying and telling me that I made him feel so guilty that he's cutting himself at that very moment. He tells me the entire floor is covered in blood. I start freaking out and end up comforting him by the end of the conversation. That pretty much ended things. I know it sounds trivial to think of a 13 year old experiencing heartbreak but for a week I just laid on the couch and stared off into space. Before that I was usually outside hanging around my family, helping with chores, playing with our animals, being cheerful. That was the first time I remember being depressed and feeling separate from everyone. My stepdad asked me seriously "did something happen to you? at your dads?" I just teared up but I couldn't say why I was so sad.