Hey, A Waffle gang, I do hope you are 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? In the like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Much love, guys. Now Now today's first story is from a throw away account

who says I 26 female missed an important funeral and now I think my five-year relationship with my

partner 28 male might be over. Before everything happened between us, we were solid. I thought this was my

forever. We've lived together for the past three years

and I've always loved him and the way we supported

and helped each other.

Used to say we were family and we'd always look after each other.

This year was my final year in uni.

To get my, and it says March, M-A-R-C-H,

which is like a master's degree to become an architect.

Or so I've briefly looked, I'm not sure if you pronounce it that way either.

My Part 2 exemption to become an architect.

In March this year, the final printed copy of my research project was due.

Basically, a culmination of the past seven years of my education.

Unfortunately, in this time, my partner's grandmother passed away.

This woman basically raised him when both his parents couldn't deal.

They were incredibly close.

In her final years, she got dementia, but she always remembered him and had little inside jokes.

He loved her so much, probably more than anyone else in the whole world.

Over those few weeks after she passed away, I tried to spend a lot of time with him.

I took him to the Ashtiasis and we lit candles and walked through the gardens and talked

about his grandmother.

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