Ya'll got good hearts so I'll share what I've been up to.
2 years ago my gf of 4 years cheated on me with a very good friend of mine who we'll just call La, someone I'd known way before she I'd even met her. I'd pulled out all the stops with these two and another friend, and we all got an apartment together while we were all still going to different colleges locally.
I was a pretty aggressive teen, so I didn't have a lot of friends beyond these people. My gf had strong armed me through most of my problems just by being there everyday. La and I had already decided on getting an apartment together but we decided to expand a little to accommodate my gf and another mutual friend who we thought would benefit from being closer to friends.
My gf and I had our fair share of problems from time to time, but we firmly believed that no matter what happened we could work through it together.
I'm not entirely sure when that changed.
She got more distant, and in the weeks leading up to moving she insisted on going over to La's place alone. When I asked to go with her she said she'd rather go alone, and when I told her it made me a bit uncomfortable she sorta blew it off. I got a little frustrated and told her to stop after about the third time and she got angry and told me I couldn't tell her who she could or couldn't hang out with. Later I'd find out they we're havin sex and another Ex friend had egged La on, saying that I deserved to be "knocked down a few pegs".
We'd moved in together despite my suspicions and a week later it all came out in a very explosive falling out. She turned all our mutual friends against me, my grades plummeted and i got booted from school, lost my student job, and went full nocturnal neet for 3 months.
I got back on my feet riding a high of spite, got a new job, went back to school, and everything. I ended up pushing myself too hard and gave myself a heart attack in December from all the stress.
Needless to say, the past 2 years have been rough.