Last week, my girlfriend passed away while recovering from heart surgery. I've never loved a woman as much as I loved her. I loved her so much that I cherished even what others would see as flaws. When we became intimate for the first time 2 years ago, I told myself that I should hang myself now because this is a dream & I will one day wake up to find it gone. Well, not only did she die, but on the same day two officers came to my house looking for me. I met with one at a public location to find out what was going on. I figured it was about a car that was going to be repossessed. Well, the detective sits me down and tells me that my GF has died. I told him I just found out. I'm confused. What is going on? He asks me if I love her. I begin weeping. Of course I love her. He then tells me that she's married, stole over $15,000 from her store's safe & they think the money may be stored in the car that she drives, which is under my name, so I'm a "person of interest". My world begins to fall apart. The detective is convinced I was just a victim and not involved with her crime. I give the officer permission to search the car and he finds nothing. The next morning, I meet her husband at the police station. I thought they were divorced. He's the nicest guy in the world. We share our stories and after several hours, we are in shock at how similar our stories are. She had a formula that she used almost exactly on the both of us. What she was doing was creating lie upon lie in order to extort money from us and her family who lived near her, so she could gamble and send the winnings to her brothers and sisters back home so they would think she was more successful than she was. We think she had Antisocial Personality Disorder. All she wanted was to prove to her brothers and sisters back home that she was successful in life & to do that she had to steal money our of her family & friends. She felt she had to validate herself to them to the point of psychosis. Her husband and I calculated that she took well over $100,000 between the two of us (5 years for him, 2 years for me) The lies were so intricate and well thought out that she kept her husband and I from knowing that the other was in her life & tricked the rest of her family. She appeared so innocent, moralistic, religious and thoughtful. It was all a front. She was clearly mentally ill, but there were no manifestations because she was socially adept. In less than one day, I go from finding out my soul mate passed away to being shown that it was all a lie. I knew I was dreaming when she was laying in my arms. I told myself at that moment that if I want to die happy, I needed to end my life because I knew I was about to wake up. I didn't listen to myself and now I'm fully awake. Now I want to end my life in misery, realizing that the woman who made me the happiest I've ever been may have never loved me to begin with. I do believe that she did love me at some point in the only way she knew how, but in the end, I was an expendable asset. She has no remorse for doing what she did to everybody that loved her. I am upset that I found out the truth. I want the dream back. I want to know that the woman who died is the woman who loved me dearly. The truth is too painful. Over the past few days I've tried to hate her. But I still love her dearly. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygfx6eGJFhI .