When I was 12 my father was killed in a car accident on the interstate when a semi truck had a tire blow out and lose control. After all the obvious period of time for funeral and all that, there was a substantial settlement payout by the insurance company.
My mother and her brother were close and my uncle helped my mother get everything sorted out financially, set up a trust fund for me, etc. Seveal months later we went for a visit with my uncle and his wife, and one night my mother and uncle went out to catch up and they went out one night and they were killed by a drunk driver. My aunt then did for me what my uncle had done for my mother, helped set things up and navigate all the ins and outs of sorting everything out, and since I was now an orphan my aunt adopted me and I lived with her. As time passed we became close, and she became like a mother to me and yet not, she was more to me than that, we became very close and each other’s friend and partner in crime. When I turned 18 and she sat me down and talked about my future and my life and where I wanted to go from here, I told her that if she would let me I was already exactly where I wanted to be the rest of my life, with her. She gave me the talk about a life and dating and having a relationship of my own, and I told her she was the only woman I wanted and needed, and everything I could ever want. Despite how close we were this shocked her, She said she understood that I felt that way but that we could not be a true relationship for the obvious reason. She told me I was welcome to stay as long as I wished but that at the same time it was not that way for her and she needed to pick up and begin her life. She helped me find a place of my own and it was crushing for me to live on my own. Months went by and I was gemerally down. I was 18 and did not even have to work so I traveled a lot.
