It is not an exaggeration on my part when I tell you that I have written this chapter THREE times because of how triggering, crazy, and just plainly insane this event was.
As you all know, a few weeks ago, I posted a chapter titled "Butterfly Effect" that was later followed by another one titled "BTS stole my friend," and in them, I explained how basically my friend Maine gtfo of our hometown out of nowhere and how this was really odd. I also talked about how I assumed all of this had something to do with a Canadian "friend" (called Emilia) (yes, the country she moved to is Canada) she met on the internet because of their liking for BTS and how maybe, just maybe, there was a relationship going on between them.
I also wrote another chapter titled "The Engagement Party," where I talked about an event that happened that I thought could give you all some insight into the small things I was seeing as red flags, but it was really hard to tell since, specifically with that event, I wasn't present.
After the engagement party situation, I did the first draft of this chapter, which I won't be publishing. I planned to initially create it as a more traditional diary, meaning that, little by little, I would update you all on the situation as new info got to me. Tbh, I thought that it would take me months, maybe years, to fully understand and gain confirmed info on what was up with Maine. This chapter was also meant to serve as a way to keep records of how everything was happening in real-time and to show you all how this situation was being updated gradually.
Well...
Fuck that because it turns out that the information, all of it, was dumped onto me this week, and it was one, if not the most fucked up, information and realization dumps of my entire life. And it's interesting because the actual info was not the one thing that fucked me over.
Newsflash: Yes, Maine has been in a relationship with Emilia (a little Miss Canadian BTS fan) for several years now. She hid it from her family and some friends, eventually told her parents, and then she gtfo to Canada to follow her.
Whatever, we already suspected that.
We already highly suspected that, as a matter of fact.
What really shocked me was:
a. how I came to find out,
b. the people who ended up telling me, and
c. how, throughout their relationship, so many people lied to me about the situation! to my face!
And to give you guys some insight. As I have always said, this is my safe space where I write what I don't tell people on the outside. Meaning, no, it wasn't that they didn't tell me because they were afraid I was going to write about it and post it online. I only get a couple of reads a week; I don't use my real name, I don't use ¨characters¨ real names, and I don't use my personal email for this. It doesn't matter how much they want to track me... they wouldn't find me, and even if they did, unless they knew every single fucking story in here, they would never realize it's about them (which ... second newsflash... no one in this book nows aaalll of this except for me).
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