I met this person when we were both UW students. We were both at party in Madison, He was cute enough to give him my number.
He was schizophrenic to the point he usually had issues preventing him from forming meaningful relationships. However, I felt sorry for him, plus I had convinced myself that his ramblings were interesting.
I was too stubborn to admit I had been wrong about him and continued to date him for six years on and off.
My family disliked my best friend at the time. But when my family and my best friend both came to me separately and said, “You can do so much better than him,” I finally decided to do the right thing and break up with him.
Things We Forget 
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