One thing that freaks me out is the mere sight of an arm (gun), any type. I can't stand the sight of whatever causes harm to humans.
While discussing last weekend, my fiance confessed that he had carried a gun before while an undergrad in School. He said that he and a few of his broke friends went robbing for money, snatched a car, dumped it somewhere and escaped with the money they realized. Even though he says that was his first and last adventure back then as a student. That no one fired and that the empty guns were just to make people part with money.
It leaves me worried that he must have been a cult guy. Sincerely,I don't know how to handle this.
My mind tells me to dump him and move on with my life. Yesterday, I went to see him but couldn't even eat from the same plate with him cos of that confession.
He swore that he doesn't have any arm with him right now, that those were his childish days he has overgrown. He calls it a childish stupid adventure but I don't believe because I have heard that any dog that goes to taste a chicken's egg may try it again in future. I am too scared right now to feel free with him.
We have both met our parents but I don't think I can go on. I would have preferred he never told me this cos I don't think I have the guts to handle it.
What can I do? Shouldn't I move on and wait for a good man to come my way?
My head is so confused, pls I need advice.
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