Yesterday I got a call from my friend D, the one I mentioned in my last post who I had called on my way home. She wanted to check up on me, and to tell me some stuff. I mentioned last time how I had to inform our mutual friends. 8 people I had to inform of my girlfriend, Bee's, passing. They each sent Bee's accounts messages of love and remembrance before turning to closure.

D = my friend Bee = girlfriend The gang = D and 4 others

So D and 4 of the other friends needed closure, they needed to read whatever articles of the accident or obituary that had been posted. They couldn't find anything. Now, not everything like that gets posted in the UK but it itched at the back of their minds. Enough so that they talked amongst themselves, since I was too distraught to think properly. They noticed that parts of Bee's life wasn't the same across each of their experiences: full name, living situation, certain things she had said which didn't really make sense that were easily swept under the rug.

They reached out to a friend in the UK to look into the accident and do some sleuthing, cyber and physical since they lived close by. That friend found just as much nothing, which was highly unusual.

D finally called me after she tried to call Bee's account and it picked up, only to get no response. She messaged the account pretty angry, demanding an explanation. She told them what kind of state I was in, how it was affecting my spouse, and our friends. Which is when she called me, to break the news to me that the gang thought Bee wasn't real.

Eventually she got a response, sometime after hanging up the phone with me. They immediately jumped into apologizing for deceiving everyone, explaining how much this hurt them to do, and how they wanted to come clean. Bee didn't die in a motorcycle accident as I had been told. In fact, my girlfriend, Bee, never existed. At least, not in the way that we thought.

According to this person, they lied about their name, gender, and age (by a single year, so whatever) and Bee's death.

They were the one who called me. They sent me proof of who they were: their ID and a picture of them with a plush Wyvern I had bought for Bee for her birthday last year. And a picture of them with their cat, who has a very distinctive crescent moon shaped marking on his chest. It turned out Bee was a guy, who only started doing this because he was lonely. He didn't expect this to turn into what it was with our friends or falling in love with me. A lot of questions were answered.

Tbh I still don't know how to feel. I'm feeling relieved, but angry and sad and hurt. Residual grief. I feel betrayed and violated. But I also can't help but think back to the good things they did. How I had grown to love Bee. It hurt, and after the questions and answers I shut down.

My friends pulled me into a group chat and we all talked about it. They were FURIOUS for me. I'm mad, but that's such a small part of what I'm feeling. I only cried a few times today, while updating some of the mutual friends who weren't privy to the drama as it unfolded, and while I had to tell my wife, and on the drive home after dropping her off at work.

Even now, I'm so confused and lost. I'm not crying so much, but everything else is the same. I wish he had just come clean instead of faking his death. At least then we might have been able to stay friends? OK probably not, because this is all so fucked up.

Please remember, ladies, when dating LDR remember to properly vet the person. A video call goes such a long way and it's a simple way to verify someone is who they say they are.

Edit: For those of you wondering, I did voice chat with them, many times. They used a modulator to disguise their voice. We had also known each other for a year before we even started dating.