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Input: Yeah long romance mushy story time. I was in a terrible time in my life. I had been dumped out of an unhealthy relationship, lost all of my friends, when about two months later one reached out after coming back from a summer camp. We talk for a few weeks when my depression got real bad I told him I was transgender (ftm) and scared nobody would ever love me. He said "well I do" and that's how we started dating. 

We had been dating for like five months, he was very supportive. I think I would have killed myself without him. He would stay up with me, help me with what trans issues he could.  Then I noticed how skinny he was. Neither of us where very physical people and we where not interested in sex so it took a while, I always knew he was skinny, but this was a level I'd never seen in person. Slowly I noticed how he never ate. I finally asked him if he had an eating disorder and he said "depends on your definition, but I don't want to talk about it " in the year we dated I tried to help, he opened up a little, but never really saw a problem with the way he was living. Said he would try to change but that lasted for a week. Refused to see a therapist. He was over six foot and weighed maybe 110. Skinniest person I've ever seen outside of a war zone. The statistics on people with eating disorders who don't seek help are very not good.

He used to have a drug/drinking problem, but beat it before we dated. I didn't care, I think it made him more attractive in a way. Showing that level of self control, the ability to beat your demons, shows a lot of character. In college thought he started getting into it again, almost ever weekend. He said he was having fun, and it wasn't a lot so it was okay. I told him addicts don't get to do "just a little".

That summer I moved a few hours away and I think we saw each other three times in the last four months. That's when I noticed I didn't really miss him when he was gone, so I called it off. I still care for him deeply, we just where not right for each other romantically I guess.

He asked to stay friends, I told him I couldn't watch him go down the path he was going down and unless he seeked help he wasnt going to see 40 years old. I couldn't watch that happen. He said he was fine the way he was living so I ignored his message and never texted back. Haven't talked since.

His roommate called me telling me he was talking about killing himself a week later. I gave him his brothers phone number to call and said I was sorry but I didn't know what to do outside of recommend professional help.

He's still going down the path he was going down last I checked, but he's still alive.

Was I wrong for breaking up with him when he was in trouble, when he stuck by me during my time of need? It wasn't the only reason we broke up, but he needed me. I knew after months of trying that he wouldn't listen to me, but maybe he would have. 

breaking up with him when he needed me