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I've been with my boyfriend about 4 months. Its just been feeling recently as i got him a job really hard to get him to spend time with me as he's only interested if its me driving him to work. Dont get me wrong, he has his nice qualities - he'll pay if we go out, stayed up when my aunt was rushed into hospital just to see me off to sleep.
so he knows I've been talking to my ex (ended badly but we've made up) and just says to do what i want
well tonight i agreed to meet up with him, we caught up like old times and i haven't felt as down as i have been. And well we ended up kissing.
I felt horrible as soon as it was over. And my ex felt bad for making me feel like that so agreed it won't happen again and he won't stir with my boyfriend ( he's got a girlfriend aswell so itd get him into trouble)
but should i tell him? I mean part wants to so im honest but another part doesn't want to hurt him over a mistake just to relieve my guilt...

Backstory-While I was away at college a semi feral cat had 2 kittens under the abandoned house next to mine. My mother fed them, and she brought her kittens over. My mother decided that when the kittens were weaned she was going to take them to the no kill shelter and spay the mom and let her stay outside. Until then, she put a barrier next the fence so the kittens couldn't get too close to the fence. But we all got attached, so we waited a few weeks. I came home for break, and I told my boyfriend we had to stop it before we got too attached. And we were going to take them this Friday to the shelter.

Christmas was amazing, I spent quality time with my boyfriend, ate good food, and was forutnate enough to get gifts. Everything was going great. And then the morning after Christmas my mom, sister, and I go to leave and I'm petting a gray kitten which I think is Ash. I'm fawning over her and call her by her name. But they say, that's not her, it's her brother (they look almost 100% identical) And I get worried, she's so friendly, what if children picked her up. I call her name and take a few steps to look for her. I was so worried. Then my mom tells me "she's dead, she died", and I tell them it's not funny to joke like that. But my mom insists, they found her in our back yard, she must have jumped over the barrier and gotten over the fence somehow. I got really attached in the short time I was home.

And I cried all day.

My boyfriend was supportive and helped me. But I feel like this is the worst way to end the year, and maybe this is a lesson. I was so happy with the presents, maybe I lost sight that in the end, there are more important things to worry about and people die everyday. I felt guilty in someway for her death, and I tried to see the lesson.

This was more of an opening up than anything, I've been getting really emotional lately, and I know a lot of it has to do with the birth control I'm on, but the emotions are still real and felt all the same.

And I really hate the dog now even though that's just her nature.