Looking back, I feel that he's the only person who loved me unconditionally.

I started a new job about eight months ago. The first person I met was the manager. He showed me around and taught me about things. Over time we became friends, and soon he even asked me out. I said…

When we were together, I didn't value her, I never posted pictures of us on social media, and would keep the relationship a secret

... he kept asking me for help with various things (for example, doing his laundry, which I did happily).

I'm writing this sitting in my house alone with a Christmas tree up, which is just mocking me.

But she moved out after 10 months. She just took off.

Have I no pride?

For the next 10 years, they called each other "husband" and "wife," even though they lived separately.

I'm fortunate to be surrounded by great family and friends but miss female companionship.