Yeah, you read that right. For one ENTIRE year, I was upset. I was there for him EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. He would talk to me on the phone crying that he was in pain and that he was gonna die soon. He was so upset about how he won't be able to live his life. He would snap at me. Be rude to me. And get a little rough (he never hit me, thank god) and I would get scared. And when I asked him WHY he snapped at me, why he was rude or getting rough, he would cry and say sorry but it was the cancer treatments doing it to him. I gave him the benefit of the doubt because who would fucking fake cancer? This January, he told me had until March to live and was gonna give up after a year of fighting. I cried and wept thinking that I was going to lose him. For one year, I did EVERYTHING this fucker asked of me. I was there, loved him, took care of him and would hold him as he friggin wept. Then I began to get suspicious of somethings. I sniffed around and found some of the right contents and they confirmed that not only was he faking cancer but he was also cheating on me with this whore who helped him relapse into drugs. His "cancer surgeries" and "treatments" were rehab sessions for heroin and alcohol. When I confronted him and told him I know everything, he still wouldn't admit it. He instead said "I think YOU are so mentally insane and unstable that you make up fake people (like his other girlfriend) to solve your insanity. I think I should leave you alone until you recover. When you recover, I can tell you what facts are." Says the guy who was tied down in rehab and still is. He even told me had to fly to Seattle for this special cancer doctor. His trip to Seattle was actually being forced to be tied down to a bed in rehab. Heh. Needless to say, I spend a lot of my time weeping. I don't think it is because I lost him (what a piece of shit) but because I am reminded of how cruel this world can be and IS. I am SUCH a nice woman and I am the type to give my EVERYTHING to not just my partner but my friends too. Why did this happen? I have no idea but I guess all I can do is cry and let it out of my system and move on. The worse part is the blame game. The teams are me vs me. I hate myself for falling for this. I saw the signs and watched and when I was brave enough, I went behind his back to find what I sought. And boy did I find out it out. I found out so much more. Honestly, I still am teary eyed. Hugs anyone? I could use many. :grouphug: Boy, what a lesson learned I am so angry. It feels like my heart bleeds grief.