This has been on my mind for a while. A couple years ago, some say I caused a guy to die of a broken heart. I “met” this guy online. He was in an online chat room for depression. I was struggled with it too. So we chatted some . Eventually I gave him my phone number. We started talking for hours every day and we felt like we had fallen in love without meeting. He had a lot of problems both emotionally and physically. Plus he lived with his Mom because he was on disability. Fast forward some and I met someone IRL. I fell for this guy very very hard. But he was jealous and hated that I talked to the online guy (A). So I had to stop chatting with A. But every time I hit hard times I found myself calling up A because I missed him. Then my bf would find out and I’d have to stop again, I was off again and he died on the phone with some girl who was only using him for his big heart and big….other part. He had a heart attack and she didn’t care. If I’d been on the phone he could’ve gotten help. I hate myself
