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a couple of warnings that it contains talk of drug abuse and death by overdose as well. So if

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with it. The story is titled, Am I the Assol Here? For telling my fiancé to get over her dead ex-boyfriend.

My fiancé, female 33, and I, male 36, have been together for three years.

She was with her previous boyfriend for around three years and they have two young kids together.

He died from an overdose two weeks ago.

He'd been struggling with addiction off and on since before they were together.

I've known him since childhood but wasn't close.

I can say he was a very friendly, outgoing, charismatic guy when he was clean.

He was the type of guy where if he was around you'd stand no chance for the girls because

they were all interested in him.

Eventually she broke up with him due to his addiction issues but ensured that he still had

a relationship with his kids.

Recently that's been supervised visitations with his parents' house after he lost his job, lost his

license and failed a court-mandated drug testing.

I believe he made some genuine attempts to get clean.

He was trying.

I wanted him to succeed because I've always thought he was a good guy and his kids deserved

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