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I first ‘met’ Sarah* in March 2016 on Facebook, through mutual friends. She sent me a DM, and we got chatting.
In January 2017, after months of messaging back and forth, we decided to meet in person as she was visiting the city I lived in.
It was nice to have a new girlfriend in my life. Sarah and her partner came back to visit again in April and June 2018. I was their local tour guide taking them out to restaurants, the beach, shopping and to well-known attractions.
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As most friends do we opened up to one another and supported each other through difficult times.
In May 2018, she posted an Instagram story of her sitting in a hospital waiting room. When I replied with concern, she wrote back: ''I think I'm pregnant''.
An hour later, she confirmed it. She was six weeks gone. Not only was a first person she told, but she informed I was soon going to be ''Aunty Nicole".