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Jul 30, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Tried to Stab Me... Then Asked to Marry Me | Reddit Story What started as a sweet reconnection with my first kiss spiraled into something darker than I ever expected. From emotional whiplash and violent outbursts to psychiatric wards and promises of forever, this is the raw, unfiltered story of how love, trauma, and healing collided. I didn’t know if we’d survive it. But somehow, we kept trying… and what came next might surprise you. 💬 Drop a comment below — Have you ever stayed in a relationship that pushed your limits? ⚠️ Viewer discretion advised. This video discusses mental health, violence, and emotional trauma.
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Trisha was my first kiss. A fleeting
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tender moment when I was just 15. Two
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decades later, a chilling message popped
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up on MySpace. Will you take my VCard?
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It was her, Trisha. The past, a phantom
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I thought long buried, had somehow found
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me. I said yes. In the throws of that
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intimate moment, she whispered, "I love
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you." And in a moment of reckless
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abandon or perhaps just pure
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unadulterated shock, I set it back. She
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asked me to be her boyfriend.
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Impulsively, foolishly, I agreed. Fast
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forward 3 months. Our relationship was a
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relentless cycle of breaking up and
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getting back together. A dizzying
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carousel of emotional whiplash. I'd lost
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count, but it had to be at least five
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times. Until one day, I simply had
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enough. I broke up with her for real.
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She started sobbing, a raw, guttural
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sound that usually melted my resolve.
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But not this time. I stood firm,
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retreated to my room, and began browsing
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for apartments. A desperate escape plan
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forming in my mind. Then a flicker of
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movement in my peripheral vision. A
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shadow, a glint of steel.
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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it.
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The terrifying arc of a butcher knife
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swinging violently downwards.
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My heart leaped into my throat. I dodged
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narrowly as the blade slammed into my
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keyboard. A sickening thud.
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She swung again, a wild, desperate
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frenzy. One blow connected a searing
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pain in my arm.
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Despite the shock, despite the fear, I
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somehow managed to wrestle the knife
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away, holding her tight until her
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frantic struggles subsided. "I'm
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leaving," I told her, my voice
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trembling. If you try to stop me, I'm
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calling the cops.
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Her eyes, wide and manic, darted to the
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kitchen. She bolted, grabbing another
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blade, and before I could react, she
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began to hurt herself. That was it. I
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dialed 911, my fingers fumbling, and ran
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outside, the chilling scream still
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echoing in my ears, the whale of sirens
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grew louder, then faded as the police
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cruisers screeched to a halt.
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As I frantically explained the situation
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to the officers, a new scream tore
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through the air. I turned Trisha. She
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was running at me full speed. A
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whirlwind of rage and despair. Her hair
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flew behind her, a wild dark banner. The
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cops caught off guard stood there
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stunned, unsure how to react. Panic
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seized my chest. I tried to back away to
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create distance, but my feet tangled and
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I tripped. Before I could hit the
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ground, she was on me. a blur of motion.
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Her hands clawed at me, nails digging
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into my skin, leaving angry red welts. I
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pushed her away, but she came at me
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again, a relentless, terrifying force. I
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tried to grab her wrists to stop the
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onslaught, but she thrashed, swinging
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wildly. I could hear the cops shouting,
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their voices muffled by the adrenaline
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roaring in my ears. All I knew was that
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I had to keep her from hurting me. I
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managed to grab her arms, holding them
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tight, but she struggled. A desperate,
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anim animalistic fight for freedom.
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Then, strong hands grabbed me from
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behind, pulling me away. It was one of
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the cops. Another officer wrestled
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Trisha back, her screams escalating into
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a guttural roar. She kicked. She
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thrashed, still trying to get to me. I
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stumbled backward, breathing hard, my
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face stinging where her nails had rad
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across my cheek. I could feel the warm
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trickle of blood. The cops finally
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managed to subdue her, holding her back
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as she fought against their grip. "Why
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are you doing this?" she shrieked, tears
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streaming down her face, a grotesque
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mask of anguish. "I love you. I need
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you." They started dragging her towards
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the patrol car. She screamed, she
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kicked, but they managed to get her into
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the back seat.
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One of the cops stayed with me, asking
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if I was okay.
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I nodded, but my eyes were locked on
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Trisha. Her face was pressed against the
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window of the cop car, her eyes, wide
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and desperate, locked on mine as they
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drove away. A strange mix of relief and
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guilt washed over me. I didn't know what
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would happen to her, but I knew with a
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chilling certainty that I couldn't keep
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doing this. I went back inside, my hands
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shaking, and sat at my computer trying
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to calm down. But all I could think
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about was her face, her screams. A few
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days later, my phone rang, an unfamiliar
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number. I answered, "Hello?
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Is this you?" A woman's voice asked,
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"Yeah, who's this?" "My name is Nurse
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Daniels," she said. "I'm calling from
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the hospital. Trisha was admitted to our
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psychiatric ward. She's been asking for
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you. She won't calm down unless she sees
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you." I was silent for a long moment.
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Part of me wanted to hang up, to erase
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everything that had happened. But
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another part, a small, persistent voice,
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felt a pull. I needed to go. I needed to
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see her to make sure she was okay. "I'll
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be there," I said finally.
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At the hospital, a nurse met me at the
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front desk. She led me through a series
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of locked doors, each one closing with a
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heavy thud, the sound echoing in the
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long, empty hallways, making my heart
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race.
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Finally, we stopped outside a small room
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with a thick window. Trisha was inside,
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sitting on a bed, knees pulled up to her
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chest. She looked so small, so scared,
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so utterly vulnerable.
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When she saw me, her eyes widened. She
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jumped up and ran to the door, banging
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on the glass, shouting my name. The
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nurse opened the door, and Trisha rushed
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to me, wrapping her arms around my neck,
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clinging to me.
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I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her voice
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muffled against my shoulder. "I didn't
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mean to. I don't know what happened.
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Please forgive me." I stood there unsure
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what to do. I wanted to push her away to
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escape the suffocating intensity of her
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desperation, but I also wanted to
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comfort her. I patted her back
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awkwardly, trying to calm her. "It's
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okay," I said quietly. "It's okay."
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She pulled back, looking up at me, her
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eyes red and puffy from crying. "I love
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you," she whispered. "I know I messed
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up, but I love you so much. Please don't
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leave me." I took a deep breath.
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"Trisha, I can't do this," I said, my
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voice gentle but firm. "You need help.
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Real help. I can't be the one to save
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you. You have to save yourself."
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She nodded, tears streaming down her
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face. "I will," she said, her voice
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barely a whisper.
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I promise I'll do whatever it takes.
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Just please don't give up on me. I
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looked at her, my heart aching. Could I
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do this? Could I keep seeing her? But I
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also knew I couldn't just leave her like
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this.
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I won't give up on you, I said finally.
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But you have to get better. You have to
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do this for yourself. She nodded again,
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her grip on my arms loosening.
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Okay, she whispered. I'll try. I promise
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I'll try. I visited Trisha every week
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after that. At first, it was hard. She
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was still upset, still scared, still
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raw. But slowly, imperceptibly at first,
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she started to get better.
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She began to smile more, to talk more.
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She told me about her therapy sessions,
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about how she was learning to control
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her emotions, to deal with her anger and
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fear. I could see the change in her. She
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was still the same person, but she
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seemed calmer, more at peace. She wasn't
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perfect, but she was trying. She was
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getting better. One day, she told me she
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was getting released. I didn't know how
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to feel. I was happy she was doing
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better, but I was also scared. Was I
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ready for her to be back in my life
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full-time?
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"I want to try again," she said softly,
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her eyes pleading. "I know I messed up,
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but I want to make things right. I want
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to be with you the right way this time."
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I looked at her, unsure of what to say.
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I cared about her deeply, but could I
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trust her again? I don't know, Trisha, I
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said finally. A lot happened. I don't
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know if we can just go back to how
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things were. She looked down at her
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hands, her shoulders slumping. I know,
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she said quietly. I don't expect
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everything to be perfect. I just I want
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a chance. A chance to show you I'm
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better now. Please. I thought about it
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for a long time. I thought about
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everything that had happened, all the
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pain and fear. But I also thought about
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the good times, the moments when things
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were good between us. I thought about
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the girl who gave me my first kiss. The
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woman who was trying so hard to make
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things right. Okay, I said finally, but
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we take it slow. No rushing into things.
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We do this right. She nodded, a small,
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fragile smile spreading across her face.
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Okay, slow. I can do that. We started
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dating again slowly. We went on simple
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dates, the park, coffee shops. We
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talked, really talked about our lives,
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our dreams, our fears. We were getting
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to know each other all over again.
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Trisha was different now, more careful,
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more thoughtful. She still had her
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moments, times when she got upset or
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scared, but she was better at handling
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it. She was better at controlling her
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emotions, at not letting them consume
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her. One night, we were sitting in her
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apartment watching a movie. She looked
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over at me and smiled. "I'm glad we're
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doing this," she said. "I'm glad we're
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taking it slow." I nodded, smiling back.
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"Me, too. I think it's good for us." She
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leaned against me, her head on my
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shoulder. "I love you," she said
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quietly. "I know I'm not perfect, but
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I'm trying. I want to be the best I can
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be for you. I wrapped my arm around her,
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pulling her close. I love you, too, I
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said. And I know you're trying. I see it
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every day. We sat there for a long time,
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just holding each other. A sense of
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peace. A quiet calm settled over me.
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Things weren't perfect, but I knew we
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were on the right path. A few months
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later, Trisha moved in with me. It was a
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big step, but we both felt ready.
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We were doing well and I felt like we
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were finally in a good place.
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At first things were great. We spent our
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days together laughing, talking,
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enjoying each other's company. We
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cooked, watched movies, went on long
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walks. It felt like we were a real
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couple, finally moving forward. But then
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the cracks started to show. Trisha still
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had her moments, times when she got
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jealous or upset over small things.
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She'd get angry if I didn't text her
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back immediately or if I talked to
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another woman. She would become moody
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and distant. And I never knew what would
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set her off. One night, we had a big
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fight. She was upset because I had gone
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out with some friends without telling
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her. She accused me of not caring, of
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not wanting to be with her. I tried to
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explain it was just a misunderstanding,
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that I hadn't meant to upset her, but
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she wouldn't listen. She stormed out of
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the apartment, slamming the door. I sat
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on the couch, frustrated and hurt. I
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cared about her, but could I keep
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dealing with this? Could I handle her
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ups and downs, her mood swings? A few
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hours later, she came back, her eyes red
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from crying, looking exhausted.
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She sat down next to me, her shoulders
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slumped. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.
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"I know I overreacted. I just I get
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scared sometimes. I'm scared of losing
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you. I took a deep breath, trying to
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calm myself. Trisha, I'm not going
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anywhere, I said. But you have to trust
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me. You have to believe that I care
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about you, that I want to be with you.
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She nodded, wiping away her tears. I
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know, she said. I'm trying. I really am.
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I put my arm around her, pulling her
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close. I know you are, I said. And I'm
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here for you. But we have to work on
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this. We have to work on our
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communication on trusting each other.
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She nodded again, resting her head on my
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shoulder. Okay, she said quietly. I'll
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try. I promise I'll try. We kept working
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on our relationship, trying to make
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things better. We went to therapy
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together, talked about our issues, and
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tried to find ways to communicate more
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effectively.
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It wasn't easy, but we were both
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committed to making it work.
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One day we were sitting in the park
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watching the sunset.
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Trisha looked over at me, her eyes
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serious.
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"I love you," she said. "I know I'm not
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perfect, but I love you, and I want to
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spend my life with you, my heart skipped
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a beat." I reached into my pocket, my
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hand shaking slightly, and pulled out a
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small box, opening it to reveal a simple
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ring. "I love you, too," I said.
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Will you marry me? Her eyes widened and
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for a moment I thought she might say no,
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but then she nodded, tears spilling down
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her cheeks.
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Yes, she whispered. Yes, I'll marry you.
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We hugged each other tightly, both of us
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crying, a mix of relief and joy washing
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over me. I knew things weren't perfect,
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but I also knew we were in this
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together. We were a team, and no matter
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what happened, we would get through it.
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Life after the engagement wasn't
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perfect. We still had our ups and downs,
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our fights.
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Trisha still had her moments of jealousy
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and insecurity,
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but she was getting better at handling
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them.
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She was learning to trust me, to believe
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that I wasn't going to leave her. We
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moved forward, planning our future,
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marriage, a house, a family. We were
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excited about the possibilities, but
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there were still challenges. Trisha
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still had her bad days, days when she
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felt overwhelmed or scared. She would
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get moody and distant. And I never knew
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what would set her off. But I was
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learning, too. I was learning to be
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patient, to be understanding, to be
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there for her when she needed me. One
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day, we were sitting on the couch
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watching TV. Trisha looked over at me,
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her eyes soft.
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I'm sorry for everything," she said
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quietly. "I know I've put you through a
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lot. I'm just so grateful that you stuck
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by me." I smiled, reaching over to hold
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her hand. "I'm grateful for you, too," I
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said. "I know it hasn't been easy, but I
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wouldn't trade it for anything. I love
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you, and I'm so glad we're in this
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together." She smiled back, her eyes
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shining. "Me, too," she said. "I love
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you, too."
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We sat there for a long time just
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holding each other. A sense of peace, a
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quiet contentment settled over me.
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Things weren't perfect, but I knew we
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were on the right path. We were building
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a life together, one day at a time. And
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no matter what happened, I knew we would
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get through it