Is OTHER wrong in the post ? POST : Using my throwaway because I'm pretty sure I'm about to be roasted. 

I had a long distance boyfriend. We were on and off for a couple of years from ages 15-17. Yes. It's as cringey as it sounds. He was a year or so older than me and we were cringe. 

The relationship was blatantly toxic. I couldn't hang out with guy friends without him crying on the phone to me. Big fits were thrown over me not being available all the time, if I was grounded and he couldn't reach me, if I was too busy to text.. And I put up with it because I thought he was the love of my young life and just troubled. 

He threatened multiple times to kill himself. I suffered from a couple mental disorders and he told me he did, too. So I would stay on the phone for hours trying to talk him down. This probably happened once every two or so months, sometimes more, for two years. 

Well, one day I had enough of everything and left him - when he proposed to me. I realized that spending the rest of my life with this guy made me want to vomit and I ran for the hills. I'd been begging him ti get help for years and was always met with a million excuses. He did not handle it well, but I didn't care. I mailed his stuff back, wiped my hands clean of him, and moved on into another abusive relationship that was also chock full of threats and abuse. Don't worry, I had a nice healthy relationship after that with a man I still regard fondly, and I'm also now married to the real love of my life. 

A few months after the breakup, I get a call from him. He's sobbing. I'm out with a friend, who later told me that my eyes rolled so far back in my head.. 

My ex told me he tried to kill himself. I lit up a cigarette and asked him why. He said he loved me, could never get over me, you know the drill. Then he told me he tried to shoot himself with his mom's gun. The first words out of my mouth were "So how am I talking to you right now?"

He told me he got the gun, went to his room, put it under his chin and pulled the trigger (all in great detail).. But the gun clicked and nothing happened. 

Guys, he forgot to load the gun. 

I muted the call and laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. He was still sobbing, my friend was really fucking curious about what was happening, and I was trying not to roll around in a dirty Waffle House parking lot. 

Years of proclaimed or obviously fake suicide threats and attempts just boiled down to "I forgot to load the gun." 

I still don't know if I believe him. I really don't. Suicide is such a touchy subject for a damn good reason and questioning whether someone really wanted to die is very taboo. 

So. Am I the asshole? 