I faked my own murder to get out of going to my boyfriends wedding

I wasn't actually going but it was fun to do.<br><br><br>This was years ago and it was a really weird time in my life. My boyfriends parents wanted him to marry this girl because they were heavy into this conspiracy theory where you need to marry a girl that is a virgin. I know its weird. I had met my boyfriend in class, we were both in high school at the time, and we started talking one day because we both loved this really obscure and nerdy book. It was a really dumb book but we started talking about how cool the characters were and then we started texting and stuff and eventually started dating. <br><br>He was a really cute boy and we were both pretty shy but we had a lot of fun together. We met up a few times at this park and we talked for hours. We mostly talked about books and music and movies. He was a really nice guy and I really liked him but I don't think I was really his type. I wasn't really good looking and he was so it was probably more that he liked me because I was the only person who was into the things he was into and I complemented him. <br><br>It was really fun to talk to him though and I don't think I have had that much fun talking to someone in a really long time. Maybe ever. I was really in love with him but I could tell he wasn't that into me. It didn't help that I wasn't a virgin. I only slept with two guys in my life and both times it was because I wanted to and both times it was because I was drunk so I don't really count it. <br><br>Well after a few months of us dating his parents convinced him that he had to marry this girl. It was some crazy shit about how the earth was going to end in three years or something and how he needed to marry a virgin to make sure the next generation wasn't fucked. I swear to god I am not making this up. I have no idea where this idea came from or how he fell into it but I think the girl he was going to marry believed it too and they were going to make sure their children were raised to be pure and all this other crazy stuff. <br><br>Ok so I get a call from him one day. I don't know what possessed me to do this but I decided it would be funny if I told him I was going to kill myself. I played it up pretty bad too. I obviously didn't want him to marry this other girl and I knew he didn't really want to either. He told me he wanted to call me back in a few minutes but I hung up the phone and turned it off. <br><br>The next few days I didn't call him back at all. I turned my phone off and my parents were the only people I talked to. He called me a bunch of times so I had to tell my parents to tell him I was in the hospital. I think they believed me too. <br><br>So after about a week I decided to call him back. I told him that I was in the hospital and that I was recovering from a gun shot wound. I told him that I shot myself in the head and that it didn't kill me. I said that the doctors said I was lucky to be alive and that I was really sad about the whole thing. He kept asking me if I was ok and how bad my injuries were and stuff. I told him that I wasn't allowed to see anyone for a while but I really appreciated his concern. <br><br>He kept calling me at the hospital, I obviously wasn't in the hospital, and asking me how I'm doing. I told him that I was in a lot of pain and that my parents were upset about it. He said that his parents were really upset because they thought I was dead and that he had to go to the wedding. He said that he didn't want to go and that he wanted to come see me but that his parents wouldn't let him. I said that it was no problem and that I understood but that I couldn't get out of the hospital for a few weeks. <br><br>I think it was 2 weeks later that I called him from the hospital again and told him that I was going to have to get a skin graft to fix all the damage on my face. He kept apologizing and saying how sorry he felt that I went through all this. I told him that it was my fault and that I was going to be out of school for a while and that I wouldn't be able to see him. <br><br>He then said that he couldn't go through with the wedding and that he really wanted to see me. I was kind of shocked that it worked this well but I didn't care because I got what I wanted. He ended up coming over to my house and meeting up with me and he was really happy to see me. He said that he missed me a lot and that he didn't want to marry that girl and that he wanted to be with me. <br><br>I decided to end the joke for him and I told him I was just fucking with him the whole time. I told him that I wasn't really suicidal and that I just wanted to get him out of the wedding and I was really happy that we could be together. He smiled really big and told me that he was really happy and that he really loved me. We hugged and we went back to dating. <br><br>We ended up dating for a year or so after that and we broke up and I haven't seen him in a while. I heard that he got married to some other girl but I don't know if it was arranged or not. I have no idea if he ever told anyone about the time I faked my own murder but it sure was funny.<br><br>Edit: Holy cow this post blew up. I feel really bad for people who had negative things happen in their lives. I obviously don't condone suicide and I think it is a terrible thing that anyone has to go through. This was just a weird thing I did when I was a teenager and I thought it was worth sharing.