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My Fiancée Changed Overnight. Then She Was Gone | Confess World
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Jul 19, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Fiancée Changed Overnight. Then She Was Gone | Confess World Last year, the woman I was engaged to vanished after getting a shocking face tattoo — one that carried terrifying symbolism I couldn't ignore. That moment marked the beginning of her unraveling, and the slow, painful disintegration of the woman I once knew and loved. In this deeply personal video, I share the full story: from the handwritten note that began her disappearance, to the breakdown that followed, and the final heartbreaking news that shattered any lingering hope I had. This is not just a story of loss. It’s a story about mental health, identity, grief, and what it means to say goodbye to someone who’s still alive… until they’re not. 🖤 If you or someone you love is struggling with mental illness or addiction, please don’t stay silent. Resources and support are out there. You are not alone.
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Last week, I woke up to a handwritten
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note from Kim, my fianceé.
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Just a simple, almost nonchalant
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message.
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She was going away for a week for her
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mental health.
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My gut twisted. This wasn't like her.
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Not the Kim I knew.
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Yet, a part of me, the part that always
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wanted to believe in her goodness, hoped
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it was just a strange, sudden need for
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space.
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A week later, she returned.
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And the woman who walked through my door
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was not the woman I had said good night
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to. Her face, once a canvas of serene
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beauty, was now almost entirely
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obscured.
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Tattoos covering her entire forehead and
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stretching beneath her eyes.
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I stared speechless, my mind reeling.
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When I finally found my voice, a
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strained whisper, I asked her why. Why
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these? Why now?
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Her response was chillingly detached.
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She claimed that while she'd never been
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interested in tattoos, something had
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compelled her to do it, and she hadn't
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told me, of course, so I wouldn't try to
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talk her out of it. The casual
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dismissal, the blatant disregard for our
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shared life, was a gut punch.
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But the true horror wasn't just the fact
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of the tattoos or the secrecy. The worst
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part, the part that made my blood run
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cold, was their undeniable symbolism.
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Kim's parents had immigrated from Japan,
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and the intricate designs etched onto
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her face were unmistakably Yakuza
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symbols. The notorious Japanese
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organized crime syndicate. It was a
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blatant, shocking act of cultural and
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personal desecration. We got into a huge
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fight last night, a blazing inferno of
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disbelief and rage. All because I told
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her, and I quote, that this was
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unfathomably stupid and mentally ill of
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her. I laid it out plainly, desperately.
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"You work a public-f facing job," I
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argued, my voice tight with frustration.
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"You talk face to face with clients all
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the time. The minute your boss finds
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out, your career will be over."
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She stared at me for a second, her eyes
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unnervingly blank before replying. And
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once again, I quote, that she actually
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didn't consider her job, family, or
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anything else when deciding that she was
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going to express herself freely without
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any concerns. The words hung in the air,
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heavy with a terrifying finality.
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I had no idea what to do. My fianceé,
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the woman I was meant to marry, had
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seemingly lost her mind. I was worried
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about her, terrified. This was not
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normal, Kim. This was something else
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entirely. Kim and I didn't speak for an
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entire day after that fight. The silence
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in our apartment was suffocating, thick
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with unspoken accusations and a growing
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sense of dread. No matter how much I
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tried to get her to talk to me, to break
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through whatever wall she had erected
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around herself, she remained utterly
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unresponsive.
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She went the entire day without saying a
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single word. And then at nighttime when
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I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep,
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she disappeared.
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I woke up in the morning, a hollow space
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beside me. She was just gone. No note,
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no trace, just an echoing void where she
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should have been. My frantic calls went
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straight to voicemail. She had blocked
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my number and was ghosting me. The panic
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intensified. I even reached out to her
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sister, hoping for an explanation, some
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clue. But Kim had blocked her sister,
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too. It was as if she had systematically
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erased us from her life. A desperate
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thought, a fragile threat of hope pulled
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at me. There was this lake. She always
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talked about it, spoke of finding
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emotional peace there, a quiet
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sanctuary.
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Dear Lord, I thought, the words a silent
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prayer. This is far beyond me. I cannot
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comprehend what I'm even supposed to do
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right now. Kim had lost her mind.
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A chilling question echoed in the sudden
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emptiness of our home.
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Is there any chance I will be happy
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married to a woman who went and got a
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face tattoo and hid that fact because
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she knew we would all talk her out of
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it? The answer, sharp and clear, pierced
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through my denial. Dear Lord, I really
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need to run, don't I? But the thought
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was unbearable.
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I didn't want to run. I loved her so, so
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much. The Kim I knew. The Kim who was
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kind and vibrant and full of life. How
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could I bring her back? What was I even
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supposed to do? Update two. The
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engagement is pretty much off. That much
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is terrifyingly clear now. I went down
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to the lake. My hope a fragile flicker
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against the encroaching despair.
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Unfortunately, Kim was not there. The
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silence of the water mocked my
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desperation. I went home, my heart a
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lead weight in my chest. I was literal
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minutes away from filing a missing
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person's report, ready to beg the police
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to help me look for her. And that's when
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my phone buzzed. A text from Kim.
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I never want to see you again, it read,
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chillingly abrupt, completely out of
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nowhere, unprovoked. The world tilted.
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I spent the entirety of that day
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drowning my confusion and pain in
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alcohol, trying to figure out what the
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hell was going on. I woke up the next
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morning, my head pounding, to find her
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engagement ring and a box of stuff I'd
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given her sitting on my porch. She
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hadn't even had the decency to do it in
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person. When I opened the box, seeing
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every single gift, every token of our
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shared history neatly returned, I broke
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down. The finality of it was unbearable.
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I still haven't seen her. Her sister and
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family have been trying their best,
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desperately reaching out, but nothing on
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their end is working. I brought up to
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her sister the idea that this was a
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mental breakdown, a psychotic break.
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They are looking into getting her help,
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but it's painfully slow, agonizingly so,
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considering Kim isn't responding to
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anything and is refusing to talk to
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anyone. The woman I loved was spiraling
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and I was powerless to stop it. Update
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three. It's been about 9 months since my
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ex- fiance Kim got that face tattoo
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without telling anyone. That was just
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the beginning of her doing everything
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she could to systematically ruin her
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life. She broke up with me, abruptly
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ending our 7-year relationship when I
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dared to question her choices. She had
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worked in a client-f facing job for an
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incredibly large financial institution,
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a prestigious role that was her pride.
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Within a month of showing up for work
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with that tattoo, she was let go. Her
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career gone. I tried to keep in contact
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with Kim's sister, clinging to any news,
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any sign of hope. They tried to get her
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help, convinced she was having some kind
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of psychotic break. However, in a
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chilling turn of events, she eventually
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called the police on her own family,
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claiming they were harassing her. It was
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a final, brutal severing of ties, a
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complete rejection of anyone who dared
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to care.
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After that, I decided I had to walk
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away. I will be the first to say that
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this hurt more than I ever could have
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imagined.
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Kim didn't just destroy her own life
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when she broke up with me. She shattered
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a part of mine. For a long time, I felt
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numb, a suffocating emptiness where our
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future used to be. I desperately wanted
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to believe deep down that this wasn't
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the real Kim doing this. I wanted to
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convince myself that Kim was always like
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this, always this impulsive, crazy
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person who would ruin her life by
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getting a face tattoo, going off the
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deep end, and calling the police on her
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own family who were just trying to help
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her. I tried to trick myself into
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believing that I hadn't lost a wonderful
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woman who I had spent seven years of my
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life with. That the person making these
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choices wasn't the Kim I loved. But the
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raw hateful words she screamed at me
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over the phone telling me she hated my
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guts for not supporting her and her
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choices in life. That wasn't Kim. The
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woman who wrote she hated me and only
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ever stayed with me out of pity. That
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was not the woman I asked to marry. That
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was not Kim.
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That was someone who I came to find out
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was having a profound mental breakdown.
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A terrifying descent that resulted in
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months of incredibly bad decisions that
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will undoubtedly affect the rest of her
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life. The true Kim was a beautiful and
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kind-hearted soul, a calming presence
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who could soothe me after a long
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stressful day, whose touch was peaceful,
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whose presence brought so much light
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into my life. To see something, some
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insidious force consume her to such a
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point was so, so, so painful.
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The day I finally walked away and told
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her sister I could not deal with it
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anymore was the worst day of my life. It
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hit me like a train. The numbness and
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denial of what I had lost crashing down
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on me all at once. I almost quit my own
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job and moved back home to my parents,
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retreating from the pain.
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I can only thank my boss for being so
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understanding that she let me take four
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weeks off to deal with what happened.
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She and the rest of my team went far
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beyond what should ever be expected of
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co-workers and management. And it made
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me realize how close I was to leaving a
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job I actually enjoy, a source of
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stability in a world turned upside down.
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I never truly moved on from Kim. Not in
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the way people mean. But I came to
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accept what had happened. I thought I
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was okay until 2 weeks ago. I got a call
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from Kim. She had blocked my number and
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done everything she could to remove me
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from her life. So, my mind just blanked
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when I saw it was her calling.
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I picked up and it was actually her.
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We didn't talk much at first. I did not
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know what to say to her. The weight of
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everything, the years of silence and
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pain hung heavy between us.
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We decided she would come over to my
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place and we would talk. The tattoo is
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still there, a stark reminder of her
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unraveling, but she's covering it up now
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with makeup. She says when she has the
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funds, she's going to look into getting
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it removed if possible. She had lost a
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lot of weight since I last saw her. She
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looked gaunt, not in good condition
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whatsoever.
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She hasn't been able to find a new job.
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She'll probably need to move to a new
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city for that. a fresh start, far from
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the whispers and judgments. She wasn't
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the Kim I had fallen in love with. She
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was like a shell of her. Something just
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wasn't there anymore that used to be. It
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was profoundly unsettling.
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Kim told me what had happened. The year
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leading up to the tattoo was awful for
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her, a slow motion catastrophe.
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The stress of everything seemed to pile
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up more and more, suffocating her. I'll
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respect her privacy and keep much of
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what she told me secret. However, the
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critical piece of information is that
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she secretly started doing Adderall to
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keep her performance up at work and to
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deal with everything, an attempt to
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outrun her mounting anxieties.
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And then one day, she just out of
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nowhere decided she hated everything
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about her life.
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She explained why at the time she wanted
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the tattoo. It doesn't really make much
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sense, but a lot of what she was
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thinking at the time didn't. And from
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there, she just lost control of
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everything. I won't talk about what
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happened after she disappeared during
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our engagement. But it is not pretty.
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There are things she did, choices she
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made that will undoubtedly follow her
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for the rest of her life. Dark shadows
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cast by that period of psychosis. It
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explained a lot. the missing pieces of
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her inexplicable behavior clicking into
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place, but it did not in any way make
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things any better, any less painful. We
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talked for nearly the entire night. She
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didn't leave my place till almost 4 a.m.
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Since then, she said that she wants to
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try and get back together with me. She
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admitted she knows things cannot be the
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same, yet she wants to try. I haven't
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talked to anyone about what I'm about to
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say yet. I've held off on talking to Kim
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about it because it feels selfish. But
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there's something about the way Kim
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acts, about the way her actions affected
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my life that deeply irks me. When we
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talked that night, she said that I was
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lucky she cut me off. I was lucky I
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didn't get put through any of this. I
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was lucky that my crazy ex wasn't at my
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door screaming or showing up to my work
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and causing a scene. She acts like my
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life wasn't affected at all. that her
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actions had no lasting repercussions on
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me. I told her what happened after she
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left, how much it hurt, how I almost
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quit my job and moved across the
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country, how close I came to unraveling
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myself. Her response was dismissive, as
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if because I didn't actually go through
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with quitting or moving, I don't get to
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complain.
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She acted like because I was not the one
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with the tattoo on her face, I don't get
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to act like it had long lasting effects
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on me. She didn't even apologize for the
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explicit and hateful note she left with
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my things when she returned them. Or for
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the phone call where she called me a
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manipulative, selfish person who only
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wanted her for her body, or even just
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for breaking up with me. She knows she
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was wrong to do it. But it's almost as
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if she's acting like because she had a
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breakdown, I can't hold her accountable
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for what she did to me because it wasn't
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longlasting for me. I texted her last
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night trying to express how hard it was
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for me when she left. the emotional
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devastation I experienced. She ignored
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it entirely and tried to move on. No
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acknowledgement at all. I don't know
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why, but it hurt me. It hurt me so much.
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I feel like I did back when all those
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emotions finally hit me after she left.
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That crushing wave of grief and
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betrayal.
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I wish she had just never come back into
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my life now. I wish I didn't know what
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happened. Wish I hadn't picked up that
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call because it hurts. But a part of me
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feels like I'm being selfish or
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complaining too much. That I don't get
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to feel this way because I'm not the one
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who had the mental breakdown.
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Update four.
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Yesterday, I learned that my ex- fiance
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Kim passed away. She took too high a
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dose of blow this last Sunday. I'm still
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processing the news, trying to wrap my
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mind around the finality of it all. We
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broke up 2 years ago after Kim got that
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face tattoo out of nowhere. Kim
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reappeared in my life about a year ago
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after breaking up with me and
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essentially becoming a ghost. She wanted
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to get back together with me and I
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stupidly considered it, letting her get
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a foot in the door. She claimed she was
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clean, but she wasn't. It was obvious
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she was still using something and my
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guess is she was still using blow. After
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I finally declined to get back together
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with her, she slashed my tires after
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causing a scene at my office. A final
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violent act of her unraveling. Luckily,
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she's been out of my life for 6ish
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months now after some cop put the fear
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of God in her for breaking the
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restraining order. I'd not heard much
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about Kim since then, thankfully. Last I
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heard, she was wanted on a warrant and
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was hiding low across state lines.
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Yesterday though, Kim's sister called me
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to let me know she was found passed away
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Sunday morning. She wanted me to hear it
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from her instead of through the
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grapevine, and I appreciate that.
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Despite everything,
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Kim's family has been nothing but kind
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to me. True pillars of support in this
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madness. Kim's parents are quietly
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cremating her, and there won't be any
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ceremony. It seems that years of
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stealing and abusing her family,
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especially since she started doing meth,
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have made them just as detached about
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her as me. Or maybe they've already
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mourned the loss of their daughter long
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ago. And now is just the grim end of
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whatever remained. Right now, I don't
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know how to feel. I feel like I should
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be sad.
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I knew Kim for 7 years. I was with her
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for six. I was engaged to her. I lost my
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virginity to her. She was the first
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person I truly loved. I used to sit up
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with her and talk about the family I
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wanted to have. I wanted Kim to be the
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mother to my kids. She sat up with me
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and cried when I heard the news of my
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own mother's death. At one point in my
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life, she was the most important thing
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in the world to me. And now I don't feel
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anything. When Kim left me the first
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time, I was devastated. When she came
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back into my life, she made me feel a
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combination of emotions I can't even
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describe. Fear, confusion, a flicker of
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that old love, and then renewed hurt.
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And now hearing the news that she's
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dead, I don't feel anything. I don't
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feel numb. I'm not in shock. I just am
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lacking any emotion towards this event
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at all. I feel like I should feel
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something, right? I still miss Kim, but
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not the Kim that died Sunday. Not the
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Kim that stalked me, who called the
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police on her family, who left that
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hateful note. I miss the Kim I met. The
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Kim I fell in love with. The Kim that
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passed away when she started to do blow.
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I still feel sad when I think about that
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Kim, the ghost of who she was. But
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knowing this other Kim, the one who
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caused so much pain, is no longer here,
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just makes me feel nothing. It's an
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unsettling, profound emptiness, a silent
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testament to a love that died long
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before her body
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