I know this isn’t the best place to post this but then again this is a subject that has nothing to do with this website, but for some reason this is the only place I wanted to share this, maybe because of the time that I spent here with you guys.
I know that sometimes I might have said some stupid shit in here and pissed people off but you guys are the closest to a family that I have where I can share my misfortunes without being judged.
I’m not posting this for you guys to have pity or anything like that, it’s just that I don’t know how to deal with this and maybe some of you have been through a similar situation.
A little over a week ago I broke up with my girlfriend, she was a really nice person and a great companion, but I just didn’t love her and wasn’t happy anymore, and sometimes I felt miserable because I was with her only for the comfort, it was a relationship of habit.
When I gave her the news she took it really bad. She told me to come pick up my stuff at her place and leave some of her things that I had at a time she wasn’t home.
And so I did, and while I was there I noticed she had bought cigarettes, which she had quit a long time ago. I quickly realized that she was going down a path of self destruction, and left her a note urging her to not destroy her life because of me, that I wanted her to be happy and successful.
I didn’t hear from her anymore.
Today I got a text from her pretty much stating that last Tuesday she had a irregular vaginal bleeding (sorry if that’s not the correct term), and that she went to a clinic and was told that she had just miscarried our 1 month old son.
When I read these words I didn’t know how to react or feel, I still don’t know. She was always a honest person, and a very good person for that matter, so I believe her 100%.
I don’t know what to say, think or feel about this.
I’m 29 years old but I feel like a teenage boy that doesn’t know how to deal with this situation.
If you guys want to share a similar story I would appreciate it.
Thanks for taking the time to reading my story.