Twelve years clean. Happy. We weren’t meant to connect. No attraction. Somehow, a unique bond. ADHD means I rarely connect — but she got me. Easy. Fun. Safe. Not serious, but said we’d always be friends.

She was vulnerable, deeply scarred by an ex. I built her up, gave everything. New flat. Paid rent. Furniture. Holidays. Then she changed, and the rooted issues appeared. ADHD, naivety, and stupidity were used, abused. insulted, gaslighted, ghosted. Two years of lies. One brutal betrayal. Then GONE. Silence.

Read the two-year diary with genuine text. Devastating end. For the first time in 35 years, the man is reunited with the little boy.