Woman, 29
I was 23 and met him on the first day of my Erasmus semester in Denmark. He was younger than me and came from Barcelona. He looked a lot more casual than the other law students, which I thought was cool. We kissed for the first time at a party. It was a perfect Erasmus love – and we should have left it at that. But we tried a long distance relationship.
He partied a lot, was mentally unstable and took a lot of drugs. I condemned it and am rather conservative about it. He shot every weekend and then was completely unmotivated for the first half of the week. For a long time I thought he was depressed. I wanted to be there for him. But after some time my patience disappeared. He did this to himself. I no longer wanted to do pastoral work Monday to Wednesday and there was radio silence the rest of the week.
