There was a time, when I was in 9th grade, I made a new friend, that led me to a new partner, I know you probably thinking how I'm in 9th grade and dating, well I had to be twice my age then to face this world or so I thought but I had to grow up pretty fast.
I met this person , and in this time of us meeting, my mother meets a new guy, they start dating and not too long thereafter a year to be exact they moved in together, I was still on school,
I had no where to go so I ended up staying at this partner of mines place, he lived with his parents and other older siblings, I stayed there because my mother didn't make a plan for me to get into a high school close to where she and her new husband stayed.
My then partner used to be very suicidal and I wasn't aware of the extent but the longer I stayed the more I saw it.
He got verbally abused by her mother and sometimes physically too when I'm around and when I wasnt I couldn't exactly do anything because it's not my place one weekend I went away and when I got back I had to hear that my then partner tried to OD on pills,
sometimes I would wake up and she'd cry and try and smother herself I would try my best to calm him down all the time yet she still managed to hurt me too in the process.
There was a time I wasn't around either and my then partner and his mother argued and she ended up stabbing himself in his hand. He was cutting himself on places that wasn't noticeable, drinking too many pills when no one notices and I didn't know how to help. So many people knew and no one tried to help me, help him
We broke up after I completed my Matric and I moved back home to my mother's place. He still visited, and it was my baby sisters birthday weekend and he came through, he got a call few days later to say he must come home because there's something he needs to do, in the time he was with me I saw deep scars on his wrists that was hidden by a watvh and a long sleeve t-shirt.
I didn't ask about it and I hate that I didn't.
After 4 years of dating. Everything changed in one day.
Two days after he left, he hung himself, I don't know why but I was told that it's my fault, and it's because of me, all the people that harmed him blamed me because I was the Ex girlfriend.
I was threatened, and told to not set foot at the funeral, I tried to get help from the police but nothing. To this day I hurt thinking about finding out that someone I love passed and the first thing someone tells me is that it's my fault.
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