MM: Stephanie Kane
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Registration Date: 03-15-2019
Date of Birth: 03-05-1977 (42 years old)
Local Time: 09-22-2019 at 03:01 PM
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Bio: Stephanie Kane is the nice of my ex-stepmother. My dad married her aunt a little over a year after my parents got divorced. Stephanie was my saving grace. Her big, Lima Central Catholic family was like the family I never had. We were obsessed with Days of Our Lives and she heard every story about the days of my dating life in High School. I couldn't wait to get out and start a life on my own, free from my mom and step dad's control.

Stephanie and I moved into an apartment with two other girls. One was her best friend, Alison, and another girl we barely knew. She wanted me to be her best friend. She had expectations of us being those girls that did everything together but I had different plans.

I finally was free to start a real, grownup relationship with Scott. We'd spent 2 years keeping it quiet while he had a fiancé and I had a boyfriend off at college. We couldn't wait to start a new life without the guilt and shame that came from our decision to be together. Nobody knew us in Columbus.

Stephanie was always upset I was never home. She spent so many nights alone in her room when she started calling me to say she was going to the river to drown herself. I didn't know anything about suicide. It didn't seem real to me. She just wanted my attention and I was getting annoyed.

One night I got a call at the Toy Store from her friend. She said I better go home. Our apartment was swarmed with police cars and ambulances. I knew what happened. She'd warned me many times before on the phone or in our journal. Stephanie wanted to die. I walked into the apartment where 8 cops and 4 paramedics where searching for her suicide letter. I told them it was in our journal and I pulled it off the shelf and gave it to an officer.

Stephanie lived but she didn't quit trying to kill herself and I didn't quit blaming her for ruining my life. What if I had been wrong? Would the burden of guilt be greater than the burden of being a friend?
Sex: Female