Decided it was time to end his life, and shatter mine in the process. People try to say its not my fault. Rationally I know it’s not my fault. My heart still believes he pulled the trigger of that God forsaken .9mm because of me though. I don’t want to believe it, I’m not supposed to, but I do all the same. And only God knows how long I’ll feel this way.
Maybe that is why I can’t find a new boyfriend. Its been 2 years now and I have yet to stay in a relationship longer than a few months, and that’s being optimistic…
I’ll remember that night for the rest of my life though. He said we needed to talk, and since I was still in love with him, I left the current flings house to go talk to Kenny. I was hoping we would work it all out and get back together, but Kenny had other plans. I knocked on the door of his apartment, and he told me to come in. Before I could stop him he shouted “it’s all your fault!” and pulled the trigger…
