R/relationships
Throwaway account for obvious reasons. Also I’m on my cellular phone so excuse any formatting issues.
So a little background: my ex-girlfriend is my soulmate. I was literally made for her, if you will. She came from this really abusive family. Sometimes they would lock her in a dark room with no food or entertainment for days because she misbehaved as a kid, it was really awful. Anyway, I helped her escape by running away with her and helping her remake herself. I had to do some fucked up stuff (excuse my language) to get it to happen but I figured it was worth it to help her.
Well THEN she decided to get with a ton of men. I was fine with it because her and my connection was special and the men always died pretty quickly anyway. Plus, she didn’t emotionally connect with them like she did with me.
Until this one guy comes along. We’ll refer to him as GU. He was this weirdo with long hair and a guitar, and he lived in a van. Also he was constantly eating, gross.
But despite his lack of elegance, my girlfriend had a crush on him and they got together. But this time instead of playing around with him and eventually coming back to me, she decided to have a kid with him.
She died in childbirth. She left the baby to GU and I. The baby became my new purpose in life. My girlfriend’s other friends, GU, and I raised him together. Now he’s 14 and he wants to know about his mom. The others and I talked and we decided to tell him the truth; the only problem is that they don’t know all that I know about his mom. I was the only one she didn’t keep secrets from. WIBTA if I didn’t tell him?











