I had one week left of college, I was 17 and my boyfriend just turning 20 went to see his birth dad down in another town one Friday night. He didn't want to go that night, wanted to stay at his friends but i said he didn't see his real dad often so to go, he went and never saw him again. He was at a night club, went out for a cigarette even though he had stopped smoking and they found his body electrocuted in a power station 4 days later 12 miles away on the Thursday. They ruled it a misadventure, couldn't conclude how he came to his death. Im now 22 and guess i never really wanted to vent to anyone apart from after ive had the odd drink which isnt often. I think I cant get over the fact theres no ending to the story, its hard to write the ending to a story you dont have the truth about.

I still strugle with his death even now, even though I've moved on, not well albeit. I'm not comfortable with anyone i know, knowing im on here. I saw a quote from Lea Michele regarding death " at one point that there is an empowerment that comes with grief. At some point you find it. It's very hard, but you will find it" I guess im still trying to find that moment.