One day my friend told me about your partner’s thought this something very personal and intimate and I started saying, By not believe him, I went with my partner, that person that I fell in love for the first time and loved it. Seeing us together wanted to talk to me alone and, in fact, speak. What I said was just heartbreaking for me, for me as a woman I just felt humiliated. What he told me was that he was the lover of my family for some time now (it should be emphasized that they were best friends and spent more time together than with me). At the beginning made ​​me laugh and I told him to be happy. In speaking to my house, during all hit me like a bucket of cold water. Tears started running down my cheek as I realized all the lost time, laughter, words of love, touching, etc.. Everything was very significant for me it was not for him and, worse, was that it was with a good friend of both and obviously “man.” My partner and prejuró swore it was not true, that the causes of this type (which by the way his name is Hugo) was just that we wanted to get away from him. It seemed illogical but I believed him. Now that five months ago. I still have doubts and Hugo hates me and hates my partner. I only wish I could have been invisible to know how things really were. That’s my story of love and hate, something wonderful would listen to advice. Thank you for your attention.
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