u/DevelopmentNo7438

I had an amazing, talented boyfriend and he passed away from cancer at 26. A lot of women liked him and were his good friends. However after his passing I can't really seem to share my grief with them because it feels like they're trying to compete on who was close. Two of his friends are making an exhibition with his design work but are like excluding everyone else who also has valuable things to display. She just kept saying how she has that posters left from him, how she can publish a book, how she could die for him as a friend. Another one is also weird telling me that they were almost like couples. Someone asked me "Did he love you?" duh wtf is even this question. He loved me and wanted to live to 60 with me. Only few people seem to know how much he loves me. I stopped sharing my grief online or telling people. I'm just worried if people behind my back are judging me. If I were to date again they'll probably lose their shit. Only few genuine people seem to be caring and tell me how much he actually loved me.

Boyfriend passed away young. Each and each day I realize that my pain is unique and reserved for someone I love. Only I will understand. No one else gets it really. Even his closest friends. His friends won't understand how sad it is for me. It seems that some female friends are even jealous that I got to be his partner and they try to share about how super close they were, how I don't know and not in a good way etc. A woman told me "strangers might mistake us for lovers we did everything except kissing and sleeping" blah blah and anothe female friebd while drunk tells me how much she loves him, could die for him etc. I just feel very upset. I was his girlfriend, he loved me so much still idk it seems so hard that no one will really understand me I mean he was definitely a very good friend to everybody but they never knew him as a partner or how much he loves me. to them I'm probably just an ex

It’s been 4 months. Today, I saw on an Instagram story the art my boyfriend has made at his 'beer and ink' drawing club’s wall. I immediately went there at 10 p.m. and asked to take it home. I was so excited to have a piece of his art, but also sad. Then I went home and double checked. It wasn’t his art. It was just a very similar image of the same topic. Does that make that art lesser in value? I don’t know not really. I just thought to myself that while the art isn’t his, the experience of me trying to get it, thinking it was made by him, is what made it more meaningful. When I look at it, I think about how I tried to do that, even though it’s a stranger’s art.