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not a care in the world, as you simply lean back.

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Hey, A Waffle gang, I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him, and I'll like, subscribe.

Maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from the off my chest.

So I read it from Going Bravo 1, 2, 3,

and says, I broke up with my girlfriend for what she did to my ex.

This is a throwaway account, as my family and ex frequent these forums a lot.

So let me start off by saying that I, 26 male, met the love of my life seven years ago.

My ex, for the sake of not confusing everyone, let's call her M.

M and I met when I was at the lowest point in my life.

I just lost my best friend to a car accident and I was kicked up by my parents because

I'd gone down a dark hill I didn't think I could recover from.

M was working at the rehab center I was sent to and we just clicked. She was the most supportive person I'd ever encountered.

Always told me I was on the right path no matter how many fuck-ups I had.

She stayed with me for 24 straight hours while I was withdrawing.

Wash the sheets when I threw up and even if she just changed them a few minutes ago,

held me when I was shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub, washed me, fed me, just supported

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