So I was with the love of my life named Arthur for over three years. A little over a month ago he broke up with me because of a misunderstanding. He thought I stole something from one of his friend's family members and I didn't.
In the past, we have broken up about three times. I was the reason for all the breakups. I cheated on him, and I broke up with him every time because i felt bad. Honestly, I didn't think I loved him as much as I do, for the first two years. But now that we aren't together, I realise he was, and still is my everything. I love him more than life itself, but now I can't do anything to get him back. He wont even talk to me. Just because he thinks I stole something. Wouldn't you think after I cheated on him, he wouldn't take me back? It's pretty backwards, but whatever. He's a pretty backwards kinda guy. But I've been having suicidal thoughts. I mean, I would never do anything to hurt myself. But I have been thinking about how everyone would benefit from me not being here. Am I crazy?