It wasn't my cooking that is for sure.
He was a great guy, had a lot going for him and the world at his feet..... but he just built our friendship up into something it wasn't.
When I left for the summer to spend it in Manhattan with the man that I ended up wasting 5 years of my life with, he just lost it. He called and told me that he was going to do it, but I just blew it off him being drunk and as an attention getting ploy. It wasn't until later I found that he really did do it.
It really affected me badly. Because I felt very guilty and like it was my fault. I felt like I did everything but pour it down his throat. Sad thing, was he was the very first person to tell me that my ex was a horrible person. 5 years later, I realized that everything he (and my family and friends) had been saying was true. I should have taken his advice and never gone to NYC... I would have been much happier in the long run. Of course, it took five years to get away from my ex because he tried the same stunt every time I broke up with him. The tearful phone calls, the "I can't live without you", the statments of hurting himself, etc... If I had not such a guilt complexion at that time, I would have gotten out sooner. At the end though... I was morbidly hoping this man was honestly going to hurt himself.. because if he didn't, I was. Of course, he lied. Like he did the entire 5 years I knew him.