My Fiancée’s Secret Boyfriend
Before my best friend Scott Hawkins died of cancer, his greatest concern was the online girlfriend he had never met in person.
He clutched my hand, tears streaming down his face.
"Ian, her depression is severe. I'm afraid losing me might push her over the edge. Can you keep using my account for a while, gradually distance yourself, and end things once she's had time to adjust?"
With tears in my eyes, I promised him I would.
For the next three years, I pretended to be Scott.
I helped her through another depressive episode, supported her as she got her career back on track, and then gradually began distancing myself.
Today, I finally decided three years was long enough. She'd had enough