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This guy is in Disneyesque relationship with a girl dying of cancer. You can almost feel how much he loves this girl as he watches her die. He works hard to pay for her medical bills. They agree not to have sex. He proposes marriage knowing she will soon die and she cheats on him with a guy THE NEXT DAY and then over and over again. Her feelings then shift to contempt for her loving Beta boyfriend who discovers her betrayal just before she does. She DNGAF.

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[Light]: Casual confessions Disclaimer: Please bear with me and my horrible grammar. I’m not in the best state of mind right now and I won’t be for a while but I was just inspired by something to share my story of infidelity. It is probably just like everyone else’s but idk seems like people like to share and maybe it will be a good way to get this off my chest despite who ends up reading this. All names have been altered although ages and genders are not. I swear on my life that this is true, I only mention this because it seems like everyone I tell this to says something like "are you kidding me?" or "dude wtf no way that happened" or for people who knew me and z "???????!?!?!?!?!". I may share more details in the comments, I may not. But I wouldn’t lie to my friends of the internet but I guess believe what you want after all it isn’t you who has to deal with this. Also I apologize if it is hard to follow. I would love to hear your thoughts on the story. I hope this counts as a confession because I really want this off my chest and idk where else to go.

Here it goes: Believe it or not a 24 year old male has been in a 13 year relationship. The only thing I can compare anything that happened between me and z to something right out of Kim Possible. We met each other in 1st grade, became best friends by 2nd, and became even closer than that before high school. I hope you can take my word for it but this girl wasn’t just beautiful but literally the cutest girl on the face of the earth but absolutely adorable. There are stories I can tell you all that will make you teary eyed and say aww. She and I were inseparable. I still remember the first kiss.

Usually we walked to school every day since she lived so close and I usually walk anyway so I would go to her house to meet her. She ran out of her front door and started to sob in my arms. I didn’t even need to ask what was wrong because I remembered that her dog was sick and I figured it had died. So I did what I do best, I made her laugh. I’ve always had the idea that if I can make someone laugh, it’ll be ok in the end whatever it was. So I did, and she looked into my eyes and kissed me. That was the official start of our relationship. Filled with make out sessions, flirting, solo many dates, pranks on our friends. Alone time (of course otherwise it would be unhealthy). And of course little vacations we would go on together once I was able to drive. Never sex though, we both thought it would be best to be abstinent until marriage just in case things didn’t work out.

But I know you guys want to get into the real stuff. We were both attending college (I was in Massachusetts where our families lived, she was in Washington D.C.) When she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer (which baffled the doctors as pancreatic cancer doesn’t usually occur in late 10s early 20s) it was the aggressive kind and they caught it late. We have barely seen each other face to face for the past 4 years and I thought she was getting thinner because of the stress of college or because she has always pushed herself physically but I bet that if I was with her more I would have made her check it out sooner. Our whole life was thrown upside down. She had to leave college her senior year and move back home to get treatment. I took it upon myself to help the parents (they were already struggling to pay for 3 kids going to school not including her) and started to work at a really ** office job but it played well so whatever. Eventually though, we adapted to the hospital life. We got to know the neighbors. to her left was a gay guy around our age who was also suffering from cancer (think it was melanoma that got into the blood and they were hitting him with all they had but he was told he only had 4 months left at the most) and to the right was a girl who was 14 (we were 21 at the time). I and the guy and his boyfriend would become somewhat friends and it was nice to know that she had someone going through what she was.

After about a month the doctors gave us the bad news: She had a month to live. We were again shocked and again I had to embrace z the way I did after her dog died and many times after and I went back to the only thing that worked, I made her laugh. For the next two weeks 80% of my leisure time was spent on her and the rest was either studding for college or working to help her parents. I would often sleep in the hospital room and we would laugh at jokes and watch to together and it felt like even though we were on borrowed time we were still in such a happy place. And I offered her something because of this, my virginity. We talked about it for the entire night but she decided that she still didn’t want to do it until marriage.

I proposed that day, after 13 years of dating I didn’t even hesitate. And we spent the next night describing the best wedding we could do. Two very stressful weeks later I got a call from z's sister (actually a twin I don’t think I’ve mentioned her yet) telling me something I never wanted to hear. The doctors didn’t think Z was going to live through the next 48 hours based on a test they just ran that day (before they said she was actually looking good). I immediately dropped everything I was doing and ran to the hospital on foot because it would be faster than dealing with traffic.

I knew something was wrong when I stepped into the hallway of the hospital. Her parents were there like I suspected. Outside of the hospital room which struck me as odd. They were obviously in shock but they had a certain ghostly look in their eyes when they saw me. I rushed to them to give those hugs but they hesitantly rebuffed me. I asked them what was wrong. They told me to leave. I saw the sister crying in the back and I assumed the worst, she had already died and I was too late. I went right for the room and the parents begged me not to look. I looked and I saw something I will never unsee.

Remember that gay guy? He was snuggled up next to z. Hand in hand. Lips on lips. She looked so frail and weak but she was kissing him back I could tell. She then noticed me out of the corner of her eye, she stopped kissing him stared at me for a minute and then mouthed the words "I’m sorry" and went back to cuddle with him and cried a little in his arms. Something inside me that day snapped. The parents then started to try and hug me after they realized I knew. The sister begged me to stay with her as she couldn’t see her sister die without me being there. But no, I was broken.

I turned around, and walked. The sister tried to grab my hand and pull me back but I just kept going. Her primary nurse was working on another patient and literally dropped her shot she was holding when she saw me walking towards the elevator. I kept walking walked out of the hospital, the sister still pleading. I wouldn’t even acknowledge her. She stopped trying once I walked through the main entrance.

She died that day. 6:29 PM Eastern Standard Time in the arms of another man. The mom and sister filled me in on everything They called me nearly 100 times before I finally picked up. This is the general overview:

Me and z, the guy and the bf, we were all friends, together trying to go through life. But what I didn’t realize since I was so caught up in spending every minute I could with z was that his bf dumped him saying it was too hard watching him die. So he naturally went to z for comfort that also happened to need comfort of her impending death. While I was there as much as possible, she started to confide in him that I wasn’t dedicated enough to her to stay longer (um I was working to pay for your medical bills). She started to tell him all about her life, her fears of death and what she never got to accomplish. When I proposed to her and we talked about sex, she confided in him again saying she wanted to do it but she didn’t want me to break my morals. He said, being gay, it wouldn’t matter to him so they ended up doing it that day after I proposed. And again, and again. And almost anytime they had alone (away from me). Her mom said at this point she still loved me and not him. A week before her death, he confessed his love for her and he wanted me out of the picture. He told her that I would move on after her, and that I would eventually stop caring about her. But he was dying and she was dying and they could share heaven together and always love each other. She kissed him. But then had to end the passion to me when I came to bring her some goodies that I picked up from work. She meant to break up with me but the family was the one who said she shouldn’t, they said it would be better to let me think that she died without me there and let me be disappointed and go to her funeral and stuff. Only the sister didn’t get the message and told me by accident allowing me to see the whole thing. 13 years, 3 months I had with her. More than half my life. And she threw it away in the last week of her life because this son of a *** bastard convinced her I would forget about her. That brings me back to why I wrote all of this in the first place. I opened up my inbox from the email I used to use but stopped because it was an inside joke between me and z. And I looked through all the spam but I found this message written by the guy that he must have sent before he died (he did die, I checked). "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her in heaven for you wink [Insert name here]" He taunted me... the guy taunted me before he died.... That hurt... and that is all I will say about that

TL:DR: My SO of 13 years cheated on me with a another guy right before she died of cancer and then proceeded to taunt me before he died f some sort of cancer (think it was melanoma)

Edit: Since you guys asked for it, I'll summarize the email: He went into great detail about when he first met her and decided to make her husband felt great jealously towards me. He said that her dying was a blessing because a girl like that wouldn't give her the light of day. He described their conversations in my absence. He basically said she was boring and a little dumb but she was sometimes funny and hot. He described how hard it was to finally break her. She at first didn't want anything to do with him but he pulled at her strings convincing her that "he'll move on without you. Hell forget and you'll be nothing. But since he was dying too they could be together in heaven forever.

He described the first time she said I love you to him, after he made up a story about his boyfriend and how hard it was to see him leave (turns out he actually dumped the bf for being to clingy) he said "it was weak and filled with hesitation but don't worry I fixed that. He described the progressing infidelity to the point where she and him were making fun of me behind my back. One of many examples: "when you remembered you left something at work and had to go she and I shared a look of excitement because we could be without you" He described what it was like to penetrate her and how she begged for him to come (this went into great detail)

He talked about the moment I found out about her and what happened "I didn't think she would have the balls to break up with you like that and not even say goodbye but go away, I guess I had that effect on her"

He ended it with the quote in the original post. There were some other things I believe (I actually deleted the email because f that) but idk, some things should be private

Conclusion
They're all like that. Women are not capable of loyality