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Jul 20, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Got a Face Tattoo… and It Destroyed Her Life | Confess World Life doesn't always unravel with explosions. Sometimes, it dissolves in slow, painful silence. This is the true story of my ex-fiancée Kim—a woman I loved, trusted, and was ready to marry—who, over the course of a single year, spiraled into a mental breakdown that tore apart her life and shattered mine. From a mysterious disappearance to a shocking face tattoo covered in Yakuza symbols… from job loss and addiction to stalking, restraining orders, and ultimately, a tragic ending—this is the full account of the love, heartbreak, and grief I’ve been carrying for years. This video is not just a story of loss. It’s a story of mental illness, addiction, betrayal, and the struggle of trying to hold on to someone who’s already gone. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains references to drug use, mental illness, stalking, and death. 💬 If you’ve gone through something similar or are struggling with grief or letting go, please share your story below. You’re not alone. 📌 Subscribe for more deeply personal, raw, and emotional true stories.
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Life has a way of ambushing you. One
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moment you're coasting, believing in the
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steady rhythm of your world, and the
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next, a single unexpected event
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detonates everything.
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Last week, my world exploded. It began
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innocently enough. I woke up to a
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handwritten note from Kim, my fiance.
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Just a simple, almost nonchalant
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message. She was going away for a week
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for her mental health. My gut twisted.
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This wasn't like her. Not the Kim I
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knew. Yet a part of me, the part that
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always wanted to believe in her
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goodness, hoped it was just a strange,
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sudden need for space, a quiet retreat
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from the pressures of life. A week
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later, she returned, and the woman who
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walked through my door was not the woman
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I had said good night to. Her face, once
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a canvas of serene beauty, a familiar
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comfort, was now almost entirely
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obscured. tattoos, intricate dark
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designs covering her entire forehead and
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stretching beneath her eyes. I stared
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speechless, my mind reeling, trying to
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process the grotesque transformation.
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It was like looking at a stranger
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wearing Kim's skin. When I finally found
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my voice, a strained whisper, I asked
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her why. Why these? Why now? Her
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response was chillingly detached, devoid
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of any genuine emotion. She claimed that
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while she'd never been interested in
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tattoos, something had compelled her to
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do it, and she hadn't told me, of
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course, so I wouldn't try to talk her
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out of it. The casual dismissal, the
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blatant disregard for our shared life,
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for my feelings, for the very concept of
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our partnership, was a gut punch. But
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the true horror wasn't just the fact of
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the tattoos or the secrecy.
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The worst part, the part that made my
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blood run cold, was their undeniable
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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.
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The notorious Japanese organized crime
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syndicate. It was a blatant, shocking
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act of cultural and personal
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desecration, a middle finger to
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everything she and we had ever stood
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for. We got into a huge fight last
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night, a blazing inferno of disbelief
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and rage that consumed our apartment.
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All because I told her, and I quote,
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that this was unfathomably stupid and
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mentally ill of her. I laid it out
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plainly, desperately, my voice tight
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with frustration, with a desperate plea
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for her to see reason. You work a
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public-f facing job, I argued, gesturing
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wildly. "You talk face to face with
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clients all the time. The minute your
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boss finds out, your career will be
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over. What about your parents? What
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about us?" She stared at me for a
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second, her eyes unnervingly blank,
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devoid of any recognition of the gravity
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of my words, before replying, and once
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again, I quote, that she actually didn't
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consider her job, family, or anything
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else when deciding that she was going to
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express herself freely without any
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concerns.
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The words hung in the air, heavy with a
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terrifying finality. It was as if she
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had shed her old skin, her old self, and
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become someone entirely new, someone I
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didn't recognize, someone who didn't
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care. I had no idea what to do. My
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fiance, the woman I was meant to marry,
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had seemingly lost her mind. I was
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worried about her, terrified.
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This was not normal Kim. This was
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something else entirely, something dark
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and unfathomable. Kim and I didn't speak
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for an entire day after that fight. The
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silence in our apartment was
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suffocating, thick with unspoken
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accusations and a growing sense of dread
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that pressed in on me from all sides. No
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matter how much I tried to get her to
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talk to me, to break through whatever
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impenetrable wall she had erected around
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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, her face a blank mask.
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And then at nighttime when I finally
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drifted into an uneasy fitful sleep, she
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disappeared. I woke up in the morning, a
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hollow space beside me. The bed cold
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where she should have been. She was just
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gone. No note, no trace, just an echoing
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void where her presence used to be. My
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frantic calls went straight to
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voicemail.
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She had blocked my number and was
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ghosting me. The panic intensified, a
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cold dread seizing my chest. I even
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reached out to her sister, hoping for an
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explanation, some clue, some sign of
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life. But Kim had blocked her sister,
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too. It was as if she had systematically
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erased us all from her life, cutting
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every tie, burning every bridge. A
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desperate thought, a fragile thread of
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hope pulled at me. There was this lake,
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a secluded, peaceful spot. She always
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talked about spoke of finding emotional
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peace there, a quiet sanctuary away from
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the world. Dear Lord, I thought, the
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words a silent, desperate prayer. This
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is far beyond me. I cannot comprehend
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what I'm even supposed to do right now.
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Kim had lost her mind completely. A
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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. A cold, hard truth.
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Dear Lord, I really need to run, don't
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I? But the thought was unbearable. I
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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. The
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one who laughed easily and loved
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fiercely. How could I bring her back?
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What was I even supposed to do? My world
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was collapsing and I was utterly
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powerless. The engagement is pretty much
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off. That much is terrifyingly clear
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now. A cold, undeniable fact. I drove
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down to the lake, my hope, a fragile
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flicker against the encroaching despair.
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a desperate lastditch effort.
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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, reflecting my desolate
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face. I went home, my heart a lead
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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, to find some
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trace of the woman I loved. And that's
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when 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, a final brutal
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severing. The world tilted again. I
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spent the entirety of that day drowning
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my confusion and pain in alcohol. The
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bitter taste a perfect mirror to my
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despair, trying to figure out what the
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hell was going on, trying to make sense
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of the senseless. I woke up the next
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morning, my head pounding, my body
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aching, to find her engagement ring and
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a box of stuff I'd given her sitting on
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my porch. She hadn't even had the
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decency to do it in person. When I
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opened the box, seeing every single
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gift, every token of our shared history
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neatly returned, a final definitive
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rejection, I broke down. The finality of
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it was unbearable. A physical
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manifestation of my shattered dreams. I
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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, sending
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messages, making calls, but nothing on
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their end is working.
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I brought up to her sister the idea that
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this was a mental breakdown, a psychotic
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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.
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The woman I loved was spiraling into an
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abyss, and I was utterly powerless to
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stop it. It's been about 9 months since
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my ex- fiance Kim got that face tattoo
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without telling anyone.
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That was just the beginning of her doing
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everything she could to systematically
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ruin her life. She broke up with me,
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abruptly ending our 7-year relationship
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when I dared to question her choices to
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express my concern. She had worked in a
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client-f facing job for an incredibly
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large financial institution, a
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prestigious, high-paying role that was
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her pride and joy. Within a month of
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showing up for work with that tattoo,
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she was let go.
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Her career, her financial stability gone
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in a flash of ink, I tried to keep in
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contact with Kim's sister, clinging to
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any news, any sign of hope, any flicker
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of the old Kim. They tried to get her
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help, convinced she was having some kind
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of psychotic break, a terrifying descent
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into mental illness. 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, anyone who tried to pull her
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back from the edge. After that, with a
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heavy heart and a soul deep ache, I
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decided I had to walk away. I had to
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save myself. I will be the first to say
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that this hurt more than I ever could
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have 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, leaving me hollowed out
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and a drift.
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For a long time, I felt numb, a
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suffocating emptiness where our future
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used to be.
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I desperately wanted to believe deep
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down that this wasn't the real Kim doing
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this. I wanted to convince myself that
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Kim was always like this. Always this
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impulsive, crazy person who would ruin
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her life by getting a face tattoo, going
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off the deep end, and calling the police
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on her own family who were just trying
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to help her. I tried to trick myself
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into believing that I hadn't lost a
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wonderful woman who I'd spent seven
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years of my life with. that the person
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making these choices wasn't the Kim I
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loved, but some monstrous impostor. But
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the raw, hateful words she screamed at
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me over the phone, telling me she hated
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my 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. That was someone who I came
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to find out was having a profound mental
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breakdown, a terrifying descent that
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resulted in months of incredibly bad
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decisions that will undoubtedly affect
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the rest of her life, leaving indelible
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scars. 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. The day I
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finally walked away and told her sister
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I could not deal with it anymore was the
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worst day of my life. It hit me like a
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train. The numbness and denial of what I
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had lost crashing down on me all at
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once, leaving me gasping for air. I
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almost quit my own job and moved back
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home to my parents, retreating from the
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pain, seeking refuge in the familiar. I
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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. My heart
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hammered against my ribs. I picked up
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and it was actually her. Her voice, thin
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and ready, was a ghost of its former
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self. We didn't talk much at first. I
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did not know what to say to her. The
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weight of everything, the years of
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silence and pain hung heavy between us,
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an invisible shroud. We decided she
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would come over to my place and we would
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talk. The tattoo is still there, a
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stark, permanent reminder of her
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unraveling, but she's covering it up now
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with makeup, a feudal attempt to hide
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the visible scars of her breakdown.
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She says when she has the funds, she's
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going to look into getting it removed if
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possible.
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She had lost a lot of weight since I
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last saw her. She looked gaunt, her skin
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pale, not in good condition 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, the echoes
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of her past. She wasn't the Kim I had
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fallen in love with. She was like a
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shell of her. Something just wasn't
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there anymore that used to be. It was
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profoundly unsettling, like looking at a
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faded photograph of someone you once
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knew intimately. Kim told me what had
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happened. The year leading up to the
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tattoo was awful for her, a slow motion
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catastrophe.
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The stress of everything seemed to pile
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up more and more, suffocating her,
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crushing her spirit. I'll respect her
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privacy and keep much of what she told
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me secret. However, the critical piece
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of information is that she secretly
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started doing aderall to keep her
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performance up at work and to deal with
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everything. A desperate attempt to
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outrun her mounting anxieties, to
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maintain control. And then one day, she
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just out of nowhere decided she hated
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everything about her life. She explained
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why at the time she wanted the tattoo.
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It doesn't really make much sense, a
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chaotic jumble of impulses and
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delusions. 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.
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Indelible marks on her soul. 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 4:00
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a.m. Since then, she said that she wants
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to try and get back together with me.
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She admitted she knows things cannot be
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the same, yet she wants to try. clinging
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to a past that no longer exists. I
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haven't talked to anyone about what I'm
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about to say yet. I've held off on
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talking to Kim about it because it feels
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selfish. But there's something about the
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way Kim acts, about the way her actions
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affected my life, that deeply irks me.
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When we talked that night, she said that
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I was lucky she cut me off. I was lucky
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I 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, as if my pain was negligible.
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I told her what happened after she left,
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how much it hurt, how I almost quit my
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job and moved across the country, how
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close I came to unraveling myself. Her
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response was dismissive, as if because I
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didn't actually go through with quitting
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or moving, I don't get to complain. She
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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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long lasting 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. No empathy. I
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don't know why, but it hurt me. It hurt
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me so much. I feel like I did back when
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all those emotions finally hit me after
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she left. That crushing wave of grief
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and betrayal. The world spinning out of
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control. I wish she had just never come
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back into my life now. I wish I didn't
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know what happened. Wish I hadn't picked
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up that call because it hurts. But a
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part of me feels like I'm being selfish
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or complaining too much. That I don't
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get to feel this way because I'm not the
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one who had the mental breakdown. The
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guilt is a heavy burden. Yesterday, I
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learned that my ex- fiance Kim passed
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away. She took too high a dose of blow
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this last Sunday. I'm still processing
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the news, trying to wrap my mind around
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the finality of it all. The brutal,
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abrupt end to a life that had spiraled
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so far out of control. We broke up 2
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years ago after Kim got that face tattoo
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out of nowhere. A shocking act that
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signaled the beginning of the end. 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, a phantom
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from a painful past. She wanted to get
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back together with me, and I stupidly
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considered it, letting her get a foot in
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the door, clinging to a desperate hope
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for the woman I once knew. She claimed
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she was clean, but she wasn't. It was
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obvious she was still using something.
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Her eyes too wide, her movements too
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erratic, and my guess is she was still
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using blow.
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After I finally declined to get back
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together with her, she slashed my tires
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after causing a scene at my office. A
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final violent act of her unraveling, a
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terrifying glimpse into her unhinged
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state. Luckily, she's been out of my
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life for 6ish months now. a period of
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blessed peace after some cop put the
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fear 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.
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Last I heard, she was wanted on a
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warrant and was hiding low across state
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lines, a fugitive from her own
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self-destruction.
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Yesterday, though, Kim's sister called
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me to let me know she was found passed
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away Sunday morning. She wanted me to
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hear it 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, navigating their own grief and
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confusion.
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Kim's parents are quietly cremating her,
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and there won't be any ceremony.
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It seems that years of stealing and
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abusing her family, especially since she
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started doing meth, have made them just
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as detached about her as me. Or maybe
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they've already mourned the loss of
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their daughter long ago. The vibrant
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loving girl she once was. And now is
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just the grim end of whatever remained.
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A final painful release. Right now I
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don't know how to feel. I feel like I
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should be sad. I knew Kim for 7 years. I
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was with her for six. I was engaged to
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her. I lost my virginity to her. She was
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the first person I truly loved. the
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first person I envisioned a future with.
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I used to sit up with her and talk about
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the family I wanted to have, the
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children we would raise, the life we
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would build.
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I wanted Kim to be the mother to my
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kids. She sat up with me and cried when
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I heard the news of my own mother's
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death, a shared moment of profound
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grief. At one point in my life, she was
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the most important thing in the world to
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me, my entire universe. And now I don't
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feel anything. When Kim left me the
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first time, I was devastated, utterly
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broken. When she came back into my life,
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she made me feel a combination of
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emotions I can't even describe. Fear,
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confusion, a flicker of that old love,
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and then renewed hurt, a fresh wound on
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an old scar. And now hearing the news
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that she's dead, I don't feel anything.
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I don't feel numb. I'm not in shock. I
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just am lacking any emotion towards this
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event at all. It's a profound,
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unsettling emptiness. I feel like I
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should feel something, right? I still
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miss Kim.
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But not the Kim that died Sunday. The
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one consumed by addiction and hatred.
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Not the Kim that stalked me. Who called
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the 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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When the darkness took hold. I still
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feel sad when I think about that Kim,
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the ghost of who she was, the potential
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that was lost.
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But 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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