Hey, everybody! My name is Nick. Have you, guys, ever been in a relationship
that you couldn’t end? I am in one of them now. I hope you can give me some advice, because
it really seems like a dead end to me. My whole life I’ve always been involved
in different sports, so injuries and nights at the hospital do not scare me, you know. I am pretty used to fractures, bandages, stitches,
and other stuff. That’s why when my nose appeared to be broken
after another hockey game and I had to visit my doctor, it didn’t surprise me much. But this time at the hospital was totally
different from all the others. I saw a girl. Well, I mean it wasn’t the first time I
saw a girl at the hospital, but when I saw this particular girl who had the same bandage
on her face as I did, which clearly meant that she’d also damaged her nose, I felt
like she was different from the others. I remember how I was just lying there, on
the examination table, trying to come up with a funny joke about our noses to get aquatinted
with her and waiting until nobody could hear us. I don’t know why, but just the idea of talking
to her made me nervous, while before I used to be far from being shy at all. Then I heard her sobbing and that was it – my
perfect chance to say something to her. I asked how she got her injury, and she said
she was going to piano practice but she fell down awkwardly and hit her nose on the chair. I said she should’ve been happy that she
didn't damage her fingers, since the nose was far from the most necessary part of the
body that you needed when playing the piano. This must have been really funny for her,
or I looked funny or, I don’t know. Because I remember her smiling at me and the
look she gave me, and this is how our romantic relationship began. Everything seemed to be perfect, and when
both of us were discharged from the hospital, we practically spent every single minute together. I would listen to her classical music concerts,
and she would visit my games. Even though we had totally different interests,
I was really happy, and Clarissa – that was her name, also said that she was happy
being with me. But then she got sick. It started like a couple of months after we’d
met. She became sleepy and moody almost all of
the time, and frequently had a fever, so her parents decided to take her to the hospital. I remember I went there one day to visit her,
as usual, when she said that the doctors had diagnosed her with leukemia. At first I refused to believe it. I mean, I knew how serious of an illness it
was and I thought it might have been a mistake or something. But it wasn't. Clarissa started her treatment and I stayed
next to her the whole time. It was really hard to see someone you love
suffering that much, but I can’t even imagine how hard it was for her, I mean, all that
chemo stuff and other treatments. But I promised that I would be next to her,
so that she’d get better. Embarrassingly, I regretted my promise after
a couple of weeks. Because of her health condition and all the
medication she was on, Clarissa had become a different person. I mean, apart from not looking great because
of her illness, she had become mean, nervous, and jealous of me, like, you know, all the
bad things a girl might have inside her head, she's just say all of it. Once, I remember, she got hysterical about
my friend’s birthday party. She said that there would be lots of girls,
and I would forget her, and dump her and stuff like that, and that she was going to die alone. You know, I knew she was miserable because
of her condition, so I never ever tried to make her angry on purpose. That’s why I told my friend that I was sorry
I would have to miss his party. I did it just to calm her down, but I didn’t
want to miss out on my life, honestly. Yes, I’d promised to support her. But I gradually began feeling that this was
not my place any longer. I should have felt embarrassed, I know, to
give up supporting someone I loved, but wasn’t I too young to start living my life for somebody
else? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Once, I saw a young couple at the hospital,
they fought really loudly, and then she dumped him right there. I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave Clarissa,
but this scene definitely challenged my mind. Then Clarissa’s father, Mr. Burnham, surprised
me a lot. He called me and said he wanted to show how
grateful he was to me for being there for Clarissa, and he knew how tired I might have
been, so he’d bought me two tickets to a big game that coming Friday. Imagine, Calgary Flames – I’d die to go! I was impressed by Mr. Burnham’s gift, but
I didn’t know how his daughter was going to react. Of course, when I told her everything, she
was not excited at all. However, she said her dad had already had
a talk with her about me going there, and she was OK with it. But she repeated like 20 times that I might
meet another girl there and that she'd have to stay alone with her illness and so forth. But, you know, it was a one in a million chance
for me and I didn’t want to give it up, so I promised to not have too much fun. On the big game day I felt really excited
and happy. Only, when I called Clarissa to say once again
how nice she was to be that understanding, she seemed to be whiny and moody again, so
that I had this feeling that I was doing something wrong and bad. But this feeling went away as soon as the
game started. My friend Jack and I were really having fun. I had sort of forgotten about my terminally
ill girlfriend and her bad temper. And there were two girls sitting in front
of us, you know. They were supporting our team so hard that
one of them had practically lost her voice. Honestly, I’ve never before seen a girl
cheering that hard at a hockey game! She might have loved the sport just as much
as I did, I thought. And then I did something that I was totally
not supposed to. I got acquainted with her. I just really badly wanted to have fun that
evening, and I completely forgot about everything else. My friend, who definitely knew about the situation
with Clarissa and that I was upset and tired of it, might have just wanted to support me. So he didn't stop me, and after the game we
were already sitting in a café with these two girls, talking and laughing, you know. I haven’t been that free and easy going
for a long time, and I felt like I needed it badly. Even though we had nothing with those girls,
I mean, we literally just swapped numbers and emails and that’s it, later that night
I felt really guilty. The next day I went to visit Clarissa and
found her in a really bad mood. She had somehow found photos from the event
on the internet – she probably used a hashtag or something else and there was a photo of
me and Jack with those girls laughing and cheering for our team. I, sort of, convinced her that we just happened
to sit together and never talked to each other. But you know I lied, right? And then that girl Jackie started texting
me and I really felt like I do want to go out with her. So now I am really confused. I can’t break up with terminally ill Clarissa,
but I can’t lie to her either, or to Jackie. If you have any ideas of what should I do
now, please, share them in the comments to this video, I’m really looking forward to
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