Backstory: Two guys (lets call them Joe and Chad) and this girl (Emily) have been roommates for over a year. Joe and Emily have been dating 5 years. I've known them all since junior high school.

About a month ago, the couple goes to Vegas and Joe sets an appointment to get tattoo wedding bands. Emily is excited, and asks what this means for the relationship. She was hoping he would propose, but he was suddenly struck with a fear of commitment so intense that he had a nervous breakdown.

When they come back from Vegas, nothing is the same. Joe has gone off the deep end, as if something just snapped in his brain. He would scream and cuss at all hours of the night, tell us he's going to kill himself. He would rearrange furniture, put post-it notes all over the walls, and throw things around the room. He went totally ballistic. He would rant about all the times he lied to us and told us to punch him in the face. Then he would call us names and continue rambling.

Eventually Emily and Chad called 911, and Joe was hauled away in an ambulance. A week later, Emily is sleeping with Chad- what a surprise.

Two weeks later, Joe has been released and tries to contact Emily and Chad, but they want him out of their lives. Emily has already moved on, and Chad is having all of the sex. Joe messaged Chad that he's gonna kill himself, but of course it sounds like just another cry for attention and Chad ignores it.

Monday evening, Joe shot himself. He was only 22.

Moral of the story: Don't ever let yourself get emotionally invested in a woman. Don't ever think she might be different, that you might want to get married, that you might spend the rest of your lives together. Don't kill yourself over a girl. Because even after 5 years, Emily was ready to fuck Chad at the first sight of new dick. Hell, they were probably fucking before that.