I thought i had it all. Fell in love with my best friend, had a fairy tale wedding, had a great job, and living the life. I mean what can go wrong when you marry your best friend who knows everything about you. Well it was a blessing and a tragedy. We didn't have it all because we were living the career life, living apart that is. Because we weren't together all the time, things were not told or explained. Words travel with the wind and misunderstanding happens that lead to mistakes made. In the end, I was stubborn, he was stubborn and we end it. That was our first mistake, our second was that we thought since we can't savage the marriage, we could savage the friendship. We kept in touch, act as if we are bestfriends again. I got with a really good guy and he got jealous, vice versa. The jealousy got mistaken for love that never went away. i broke up with my guy, he broke up with his and we got back together. This second time you would think we learned from our past mistakes right? Nope. It was worse because at least the first time, there were love. This time it was just tolerance. My illness made it 10x worse because we had to deal with that instead of our true feelings. I felt guilty cus he was by my side, he felt guilty cus I was ill. We acted like we love each other but deep down we only care for each other as friends. Finally one day, we just had it, we found that we weren't smiling anymore. Before we man up and went our separate way again he told me that i should had just said something. That's why to me, words means a lot.
Maya_fantasy, i grew up in a good neighbor too and my friend's condo was upscaled but he got into with the wrong people.
Byebye, i was scared of gun at first too. Like I didn't want to be anywhere near it but after that incident, you have to do what you have to do.