Apologies in advance if I posted this under the wrong section...
So...I (F-28) have loved a man (M-33) for four years now. We had chemistry immediately and pretty much began dating, but without officially becoming a couple. It used to bother me but I was willing to go out of my comfort zone to see where things lead. I always found it strange how we were so much like a couple but he didn't want to officially call us a couple.
Anyway, our years have been wonderful together. His goldie feels like my goldie and my doggers also love him. We got so close that I thought that he would finally see that I'm girlfriend-material. That is, until about a year ago. He began making frequent trips to the hospital and wouldn't tell me why.
Recently, about a month ago, he told me that he wants to put me on his life-insurance policy. I found it odd so I asked why. It was then that he confessed that he's terminally ill and he knew for years...
My world is shattered. I feel like I finally know why he never wanted to put a label on our relationship, despite how deep our love goes.
I've had people tell me that he was only using me, but I didn't understand how when he makes so much more money than I do (6-digits, fed gov job) and he's always gone above and beyond to take care of me and keep me happy.
And despite the financial gap, he's never belittled my small gifts that pale in comparison to his (cost-wise). He literally cried when I surprised him with a bottle of cheap vodka...
I confided in a friend of mine who also knows him... And he said that I should be happy because I would inherit enough money to have me set for life. But even as I type this, I can't help but cry. Sure, money is great. I'd go from working retail to not having to work if I didn't want to.
But the thought of losing my love is too much to bear.
At first, I admit, I freaked out and refused. But then he cried and begged me to let him do one last thing for me. I still haven't agreed.
I feel like if I consent and put my information on his policy, he'll think his work is done and he'll just...disappear. I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless.
TLDR: The man who I love is terminally ill and I don't know how to cope.
Submitted December 25, 2020 at 02:43PM by IvoryTowerMaiden https://ift.tt/3mQgCJ4
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