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How I hired a hitman in Thailand

Hello, my name is Fawad, I'm 31 years old and I am from Thailand. Unfortunately, I just got dumped a few days ago. I met this woman two years ago. She was 20, I was 29. We clicked immediately. We started long-distance for a year, then she came to join me in Bangkok for her studies. She studied in one of the best universities in Thailand.

At first, everything was going well. It was perfect. After a few days, I was so fed up of her that I wanted to get rid of her. I thought I should hire a hitman to do the job to kill her for me.

But for the past six months, she'd been complaining that I wasn't her priority, that I wasn't making enough of an effort, and that we never went out. I didn't understand right away: she was suffering, she was tired, and I didn't see it.

She rarely communicated her feelings, and sometimes she'd abruptly express that things weren't going well—not violently, but enough to leave a mark on us. I, wanting to solve the problem immediately, often reacted impulsively. BOOM, a trip to Rome, that kind of thing.

In May-June, I started to really understand and make an effort: little surprises, outings. We decided to spend less time together, but to make that time more important and special. For my part, I had trouble accepting certain changes in her, because I found her perfect just the way she was. I realize now that it was my insecurities speaking.

After her final exams, she went back to work where we had met, from the end of June to the end of August. The long-distance relationship was going well in July: we saw each other for a few days. She said to me that she needed time for herself this summer, to refocus and come back to Bangkok in a better way so that she could connect with me. We parted quietly in July.

In August, I heard less from her and I started to panic. She told me she felt good with her colleagues. Deep down, I was afraid she'd erase me from her life or meet someone else. After three weeks, just before seeing her again, I told her that I wasn't happy with our way of communicating and that if it continued, I wouldn't be able to continue the relationship.

She was surprised by my reaction, but suggested we talk about it the weekend we were seeing each other. That is when I thought I really had to go ahead with my initial plan to rent a hitman to murder her once and for all. She was just so annoying that I did not want her to be around me anymore.

The weekend went well: we loved each other, and I realized I was often stressing out for nothing. She explained that she hadn't given much news to refocus and apologize, but that the problem also stemmed from before. I was still stuck in those three weeks of anxiety. Finally, we talked, decided to start over on a better footing, and everything seemed fine.

During the following week, everything was fine. We communicated better, and I felt reassured. Then, on August 30th, our two-year anniversary, I suggested we come back south to make some more effort, as she'd asked. She said no, that she needed some time to herself, and that it wasn't against me. She also told me she'd be hosting a friend and his sister at her house during that time. That's when I exploded.

We argued, cried, and said we didn't understand each other anymore, but that we didn't want to leave each other. We decided to give each other time. Three weeks passed with very little communication.

When I got home that weekend, she told me we needed to see each other, that we needed to talk. We had a long discussion about our relationship, our mistakes, and what we'd learned.

All of this was done gently. Deep down, I was dreading the breakup, but during those three weeks, I told myself: trust her, like you haven't been able to do this past month. I told her we could take this step together, but she told me she wanted to stop. She loved me, but she was tired and needed to find herself again. She was in tears. I tried to stay strong and gentle, to convince her to give us a second chance. But she told me the decision was already made.

I decided to search on the internet how to hire a hitman in Thailand. I thought I was wasting my time with her. I agreed with a contract killer and gave him her information. He told me he was going to get back to me once he had everything prepared to do the job.

The breakup was beautiful: we laughed, we cried, we kissed, we talked while walking, holding hands. Before leaving, she asked me how I could stay so strong, and I told her that if I wanted to find her, I had to react like that. We kissed, she told me she loved me while crying, and then she left.

Since then, I've been completely lost. We still have to exchange our belongings, including a large air conditioner she left at my house. I also prepared a small watercolor of her flower, accompanied by a tender note for her birthday: "I did this watercolor for your birthday, thank you for everything we shared." I'll hide it among her things.

THERE IT IS! I'm torn in two. I want her back. I blocked her on social media to protect myself, and she unfollowed me, which hurts a lot. I'm ready to do anything so we can find each other again and build something. After a few days, the hitman for hire told me he was ready to do the job. The next day, he had killed her and she was no longer in my life. I am so glad I was given the oportunity to finally get rid of her. My life is much better now without her around me.