Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Love, Loss, and Betrayal A Journey Through Heartbreak, Healing, and Choices #48

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

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Did you ever want your life to be like the movies? Yeah, I thought I did too, until it happened. I guess I'll start at the beginning, since that seems like the best place. I was happy once, content with life. I had a good job that had lots of potential. Lots of acquaintances with just a few really good friends, and an awesome cat named Mr. Gatto. I had boyfriends come and go and nothing really ever stuck, but I was okay with that. I thought I would have plenty of time to find love like a storybook and live happily ever after.

So when I met Andy I thought, this is it, this the real thing. Love. We had several friends in common and would see each other at random parties and gatherings. After a while we decided to hang out alone and see where it went. Neither of us were really prepared to start anything serious, he had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and I was still living with my parents going to school part-time. It didn't take long for us to realize that there was something bigger developing and made the decision to make a real go of it, and move in together. Our honeymoon phase lasted years, and even after we were ridiculously infatuated with each other. We were that couple, the ones that still did cute

little things that made you want to throw up, I thought things would never change. In the end it was us who changed, who grew comfortable with each other, to the point where it started to feel like we were just going through the motions. We had fun, and it wasn't all bad. We didn't fight, but we really didn't have any strong emotions, the passion was just, gone. I can't say when I was done, but I didn't realize it until it was too late. Unfortunately, when you live with someone it's hard to come to terms with the situation and what needs to happen. It felt like it would be divorce, from him, from our life, from the me I had become with him. So I tried to revive us, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, so to speak. I would do everything I could think of to distract him

from the stress of work, everyday life, but nothing got through. When I finally decided to sit down with him and have an actual conversation I thought it would be best to wait until a weekend when we would have the most time to sort through emotions and things. When he got home I was sitting at the table waiting for him, but something was different about his demeanor, something actually had struck such a nerve that he was displaying such emotion I had not seen from him in months. When he opened his mouth nothing came out, so I pressured him, what was wrong? Did he know? Was he aware of the demise of us already? Then he said it and the words hit the ground like someone dropping small nuclear bombs on our life. His dad had a severe stroke,

and passed away. I just looked at him in shock, knowing how badly this was going to be, knowing I'm all that is left in his life. He stumbled into the bedroom and half-hazard took most of his clothes off before crawling into bed. My universe had just collapsed. I was prepared for the breakup, the crying, the begging, maybe even anger, but this, this was too much. I knew I would have to find a way to deal with it eventually, but now, I couldn't do it now. I laid there with him for hours, for getting all responsibilities. We just held each other with an intimacy no one has ever known, no words, just touches, sniffs and long stares. I finally had what I wanted, his attention, his affection, but at what cost? Did I make this happen? I remember so many nights

crying alone in the bathroom begging God or anyone really to make him change, to make me feel like I was truly loved. My life stayed at this standstill for a long time, we went through the motions with his family and going through thing, then when we got home, it was the same. We would just sit at home not talking, barely breathing, and just trying to survive. After a time he came to the conclusion that we needed to get out, instead of just moping about we needed to get out and experience life. I came to the conclusion this was just a stage of his grief because after years with this man he would rather avoid crowds at all cost and now was begging me to go to theme parks, major league games, movie theaters, and such. I relished this opportunity, I had always

wanted to do these things, and I enjoyed having new journeys and not knowing where I was going to end up. It was over too soon, but not before he asked a coworker about joining his game night. I was apprehensive, I was never a fan of befriending coworkers, I like to keep those parts separate, but if this is what it took to have him back to normal, I was all for it. The first time we went I was quiet, I wanted to feel it out, make sure it was a good fit. Everyone seemed nice enough and made us feel welcome, we all played a game and ate some snacks, all around a nice time to be had. So we went back, week after week, getting closer and closer to this new group of people

that had invited us into their little tribe. There were other couples and few singles but no one ever felt out of place or like a third wheel, we all just hung out like it had always been that way. I can't tell you when things changed, when we went from like a family to being strangers in a room. I can tell you it was my fault. I know now had I never entered that house, things would have been better for everyone. During a game night in which we all had agreed previously on becoming wildly trashed, since we were all of age and in a safe place, why not? We all brought air mattresses and had them as a layer of bedding in the living room. We watched terrible movies, then old movies,

then just random things on Netflix that looked interesting. Things were getting hazy, but I knew I had to pee or it would quickly become a reverse water bed and potentially ruined the evening. As I stumbled into the wall outside of the bathroom, I felt a hand-grab mine, guiding me inside to where I needed to be, a soothing voice instructing me as I went. When I reached my destination, however, I lost it, I felt around. then finally cried out but it was gone. When I woke I was in a bed, not on an air mattress, I sat up suddenly momentarily in a state of shock of how I could have gotten there. Then I looked around, still buzzed and in a dark room I could still see the outline of a dresser and then a

picture and I knew instantly where I was. Feeling a sense of relief I laid back down aware now of my incredible headache and dizziness, curling up with the pillow I hit something hard. reaching under to find out what it was made me almost recoil in horror, it was an arm, and not just any arm. It was Andy's co-worker and owner of the house. Panicked I quickly thought of what to do, run, or slip out quietly. I had no idea. Then if almost timed perfectly I felt him roll over, but towards me. Frozen in fear I feigned sleep as his arm went around me and brought me in closer.

What had I done? Why would someone other than my Andy be holding me so tightly? I must have committed some terrible crime in a drunken stupor. My only thought at that moment was I had ruined my life. Suddenly as if the realization had just hit him, the arm retracted and I felt him slink out of the bed and through the door. Breathing a sigh of relief I tried to piece together the entire evening. After thinking about everything for a long while, I hadn't done anything wrong, just passed out and was placed in this bed. innocent enough. I was still fully clothed and knew that had not been disturbed. Feeling intact and for the

first time that morning thinking clearly, I got up and ventured out into the house to find the others. There was bacon and pancakes in the air when I reached the kitchen, poking my head and I saw a few people moseying around with coffee, still yawning and talking about the night before. I proceeded into the living room where we had set up camp to find Andy still dozing off, so I climbed in next to him and cuddled up as he awoke. I didn't think about that night again until a few weeks later, we were at our friend's house again, and I felt the need to find a bathroom. When I reached it, I was jarred with a memory, the touch, the voice, and then a kiss. I stood there for a second denying it. I had rewound that night in my head a thousand times and never remembered this,

but now in this moment, I knew it was real. With a flood of feelings I thought at best I find my way out of this house, immediately. I made up some reason that seemed believable enough to Andy and we went home. Unfortunately it was not realistic enough to convenience someone else. The next day I received a text, all it said was, are you okay? Not many people had my number for several reasons, this was one of them. I do not like random people having access to me. But guessing it was the person I was actively trying to avoid I only replied with, yes. I assumed it would be the end of it, but a few minutes later I heard my phone go off again. Almost annoyed I looked and what I saw floored me. Can we talk? I knew right then and there this decision would affect my entire life,

and not only mine, but two others. Lives were in the balance and I had no idea what to do. I thought logically, even just meeting up with him would be weird and awkward, likely leading to somewhere I wasn't sure I wanted to go. I typed in the words, read them aloud, reiterated to myself this was the best decision, for all parties, to nip this in the bud now. Then I erased that and put, give me a time and place. Instantly regretting my terrible decision making skills I went into a state of shock that only worsened when he responded with answers to my questions. I realized I must need to do this on some level, and that I was not, in fact, just making excuses to see him alone, to hear his voice, to feel his touch again. Walking into that familiar house,

seeing the place where I had been so many times with others, now empty, felt wrong like some glitch lead me here at this time. Sitting together on his couch, pretending like we were not there for the reasons we were, I remembered his touch. I suddenly yearn to reach out for his hand, to comfort not only him, but myself. So I did. When my hand touched his, he lifted his eyes to me and smiled. Words poured out of him, infuriating me at first, then slowly I realized, he didn't mean for this to happen. He felt as if it was a mistake at first, but ever since it had happened, he couldn't stop thinking about, what if? What if we were together, what if it was possible, what if? I loved him too. After telling me all this and more, I sit in silence for a long time.

Until finally he lifts my head and looks me in the eyes, right into my soul, and tells me he loves me, that he always had, and it took one stupid drunken night to come to terms with it. All I could think was this is the worst thing. I screamed at him, telling him how unfair this was, he knew that it was wrong, that we were never meant to be. Long after my voice had become hoarse, I realized I had been crying the whole time, shedding tears for love that would never be. I had come to the realization that I loved him too, and it made me angrier than ever. There was no way for everyone to be happy, someone had to lose. I told him that I needed to go, he resisted at first but relented when I told him I would talk to him again later on. For a few days I tried to forget everything,

to not focus on this momentous thing in my life. But it was always there, lurking in the background and shouting towards me at random intervals that the time would come when I would have to deal with this. Finally came the time, I had made my decisions for better or worse, and came to the conclusion that we only have one life and I had to live mine. I only wrote one word to him, when. He instantly responded with, now, my house. When I got there the only light was coming from the kitchen. I walked in like so many times before, but knowing this was different, knowing that it would never be the same. I rounded the corner to the kitchen to find him drinking coffee and reading, he looked up and smiled, then got up to greet me. After a long talk we had come up with a plan,

and I thought it was brilliant. For the first time in a very long time I felt very relieved, almost lighter. I came home to Andy making us dinner. I thought it was best to wait until after he was finished but he started questioning where I had been, what I had done. Not being one to lie, I was honest about where I was, after a quizzical look, he asked why. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I burst forth with the entire story. I told him of my feelings long ago, that our relationship had died then and since then I had only reinforced my feelings. I also told him of my feelings for someone else, just not who. After a few moments he sat there crying, and only asked one thing, that we refrain from telling anyone until he could collect his things.

Then he was gone. I felt hollow. Someone who had been so present for so long was missing, I almost wanted to run after him. I knew better than to do that, but I just felt like I had lost a part of me, like my arm had simply gotten up and left. Forging a new relationship was surreal, for a long time we simply treated each other the same. We had all the old friends come over, but it wasn't the same, not without Andy. One by one they all stopped coming by. It took some time for us to discover intimacy where we felt it was just us,

and no one else and even longer before felt right. Once the awkwardness wore away, it was magical. He was romantic and thoughtful in a way I had never experienced with Andy. He would write me little notes all over the house, sing me silly songs every morning, and randomly take me somewhere I had never been, Paris, New York, London, Rio, and even once to Florida. He wanted all the same thing I did,

things that made Andy and I fight every time they were brought up. For once in my life everything felt perfect. I had done the impossible. I had found my love, my storybook ending. I finally had everything I wanted, or so I thought. One day I had a missed call, it was from Andy. He left a voicemail saying that he had my favorite sweater, must have packed it accidentally. I called him back and immediately felt the familiar warmth of him, the easy conversation between us flowed and before I knew it we were scheduling a meeting later in the week. I decided to lie and say I was going to lunch and shopping with friends, and might get home late due to sales and such.

Once I saw Andy's face, I crumbled, I leapt into his arms and hugged him with such ferocity I thought I might break a rib. We reminisced for hours, and before I realized it, the restaurant was closing. We got into his car and we back to his place. After taking off my coat and getting coffee, I had a hard look around. It appeared to be normal looking enough for him, but a few things were off, the style of it, certain pieces of furniture I didn't recognize. I bluntly asked him if he lived alone, he squeaked out an answer that I didn't quite hear. When I loudly, I loudly asked him to repeat himself, I shut my eyes and listened for the inevitable. No, he did not live alone, and no, he wasn't single. Cursing myself and the fact that I always know the worst thing

I should do but still do it I grabbed my sweater and left. Andy ran after me, saying that he would have only known there was a chance left, that he would do anything to be with me. He looked at me like he had done so many times, with sadness but also hope in his eyes. For once in my life I held composure as I told him there wasn't, and all this was a silly attempt at recreating a past that was never that great the first time around. I saw the anger cross his face, then acceptance. We said our goodbyes and I headed home. Driving seemed to take much longer than usual, all the lights were red, slow traffic was gravitating towards me, and the memory of past mistakes haunting me making me feel like I would go insane. Upon reaching my destination,

the house looked different than I remember, or was it me that was different? Did those few hours change me that much? I was still in a daze when I noticed him sitting in the dark, with a drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. It would have not been so startling if he had not been so silent, almost as if he wished I had not even seen him there. I knew in that moment he knew where I was and what I had done. I don't know why he was surprised, I had left someone for him,

what would make him think it would not happen to him. The days that followed were riddled with fights and insults hurled both ways. The perfect relationship I had built in my mind imploded in front of me. My longing for the time before became a crippling sign of what was to come. So one day without warning I packed all my belongings and left. There is still never a day that I do not think of Andy or the mistakes I made with the whole situation, the people I hurt by being selfish. I took a vow to never hurt anyone like that again and stayed away from dating at all costs,

until one day I had a missed call. The protagonist describes how at first she lived a happy and peaceful life, but after falling in love with Andy, everything changed. After years together, the relationship cools down and the passion disappears, coinciding with the death of Andy's father, which leads to a period of mourning and emotional distance. They try to revive their relationship and socialize. but a mistake on a night of partying changes everything when she realizes someone else touched her without her consent. The situation becomes complicated with mixed feelings, breakups, new loves,

reconciliations, and finally a painful goodbye. The story speaks of love, betrayal, self-discovery, and the difficult decisions that shape life. The end.