A little over a year ago, a perfectly ordinary (but unusually tall) human was diagnosed with breast cancer. But, a few weeks before that, she had to undergo a surgical biopsy. Because the procedure was surgery and general anesthesia would be used, she needed someone to drive her to/from the hospital. She asked her long time boyfriend to drive her. The boyfriend lived about four hours away, but he said he would. The night before the surgery, the boyfriend didn't show up. The human called him and asked where he was. He said he wasn't coming because it cost too much in gas. Needless to say, the human broke up with her boyfriend. So, at the same time that she was suffering the trauma of cancer and chemo she suffered the trauma of betrayal and a broken heart.
The human played a video game, Second Life, and it provided a wonderful distraction for her. People in her real life were really annoying her with all their well meaning sympathy and constant, "How are you's?" So, she only told the people in the game she was closest to as a means of explaining why she was sometimes going to bed as early as 6:00 and why she was sometimes a bit cranky. She told nobody about the broken heart. She didn't want sympathy. She didn't want people asking her how she was. Mara wasn't sick. Her human was.
The human recovered. Although, she still gets tired a lot more easily than she used to. She is very rarely up past 9:30, which affects her ability to interact with one of her favorite sims since they tend to move on Pacific Time. Then, there was an emergency apendectomy and a bike accident resulting in a broken wrist and a displaced pelvis. There were family emergencies. As much as possible the human used the game to distract hersef from the things in the real world that honestly sucked.
Now, a little over a year after her whole world went to hell in a handbasket, the human's ex-boyfriend wants back into her life. The human is not agreeable with that. She says that some betrayals are too big, the damage done too great, and no matter how much you might wish it otherwise - you can't go back again.
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