Sometimes I think about my boyfriends ex. She must have gone through hell sometimes. There was a year between her leaving and me stumbling into his life. I met the boy that she left behind and a few months later, life happened: he got sober.
It must look like I stepped in and fixed him or some shit. I just want to say, girl, that’s not it. You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s fixing himself. He works hard every day to fight temptation, crippling anxiety and depression. I’m just supporting him. I’ve been through it. I’m sorry that your first love had such a sad ending.. to be honest he’s also my first love, I’ve also given him my virginity. I see what you saw and I know why you loved him so much. I’m lucky to have met him when I did. I hope you’re okay now.