I was a professional salsa dancer when we met, and even after 8 months of dating, he was still jealous.
One night he texted me saying he was going to kill himself. I came home to find him rolling around under his sheets with Mardi Gras beads wrapped around his neck “choking” himself. I stood watching for 15 minutes while he would flail, cough, and occasionally peek out from underneath to see if I was still paying attention.

—happierNow

Aftermath: All that is left of that relationship is this story.

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