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Disturbing Photos: Sad Moment Police Officer Shot His Beautiful Ex-Girlfriend for Dumping Him Before Committing Suicide

The sad clip showing the moment a police officer confronted his ex-girlfriend for dumping him before shooting her has been revealed. Yuly Solano was shot by the policeman ex-boyfriend Surveillance videos captured the horrifying moment a Florida sheriff’s deputy confronted his ex-girlfriend and shot her with a service pistol before committing suicide, Daily News has reported. The sad incident took place two weeks after they broke up. It was gathered that Deputy Michael DeMarco waited in his patrol car outside a Boynton Beach condominium complex on Oct. 12 to confront Yuly Solano, according to police documents cited by the Palm Beach Post before confronting the ex-girlfriend and shot her. In the shocking video footage released by Boynton Beach police on Friday, DeMarco can be seen climbing out of the car before the two walk side by side out of the frame. When they reappear, Solano can be seen backing away and holding her hand to her face in apparent fear while DeMarco raises the gun a...
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DEPRESSION IS MY BURDEN AND PUNISHMENT

I’ve been depressed for as long as I can remember. Looking back, I was a sad, quiet, depressed kid. Thought I was just lonely kid with little to no friends. But now that I know better I do think that I was just such a dark, gloomy, sad girl. Maybe I had sad aura that made people not wanting to get close to me.
I think it’s true nowadays too. It’s almost like I repel people. People won’t want to get to know you if you look sad or miserable. I used to just cry and felt sad everyday, every minute for being so depressed. I’m still sad now, BUT, I now can rationalize my unlucky life. I see my depression as my punishment in life. Maybe I was such an evil person in my previous lives (I believe in reincarnation) and being so sad in my life now is just justice.
Also, here’s what I usually say to myself whenever I feel like asking “why me?” I was born healthy and am still health. I’m not blind, don’t have any deathly illness, I don’t have anything wrong with me physically. THEREFORE, my life should be balanced out with such torturous mind, sad thoughts, and lonely, empty, miserable life and heart. No one has a perfect life. I do have a “perfect” outside/physical life, but I’m cursed with deathly mind health.
This is my burden and my punishment. I often think about ending my life, but I think I hate myself too much for letting myself have an easy way out of this sadness. I’m such an ungrateful sad person and that’s why my depression should punish me throughout my surely long, un-interupted life. Oh yeah, I’m sure I’ll have a long life until I’m 80 or 90 years old. I just know it…I won’t get an easy way out of this life.
Make me always wonder too…seeing news on how people die by accident (car crash, gun violence, terrorist attacks, etc) or other medical illness. I bet they loved their lives and didn’t want to die. And here I am, wanting to die, but how come I’m never in freak accidents? I have nobody or nothing of importance (career wise or relationships) in this life. Take me instead! Not those people with family, responsibilities, loves. I’d be so glad to exchange my life with one of them.
Yeah, life is not fair.

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