THE FULL STORY:
On Monday morning, I wake up next to him and feel an immediate distaste for what he's been doing. I know he's lying about everything, he's been promising me things and breaking these promises, he's hiding things from me. The night before, I was able to look through the text messages on his phone and see a conversation between he and his mother. He had told her he went to the hospital just a week earlier, sent to the emergency room with oxygen. I don't believe it happened, since he never told me anything. He was, of course, lying to fish more money out of his parents.
I went to work that day without talking to him. There was a customer there who works at Intel, so I asked her the requirements for getting an internship there. She said that it depends and they don't usually offer internships, an if they did, it would require an absolute minimim of a two-year certification or degree, and a 4 year degree to get a job. After work (around 5:30 ish) I came home, even more angered than before. I sat down on the armchair for a while to collect my thoughts, not even greeting my boyfriend when I came in. He came out of the bedroom and just stared at me for a while.
"Are you ever going to talk to me?"
I shook my head, boiling mad and disapproving. "I need some time to clear my head."
He then sat on the floor across from me. "How can we do that?"
I said, "I can do that by myself."
After a while of staring into space, I build up the courage to tell him exactly how I feel. "I am incredibly hurt and angry." I look at him right in the eye, unblinking. "Did you really hold an internship at Intel?"
He stuttered a bit, then I aske him again, more forceful this time. He finally said, "...no."
I start to go off about how he has ruined the good chances and opportunities for me here, and how he only set me back, not helped me get ahead. He's ruined it for me, and I had to quit both of my jobs without a 2 weeks notice, and move back in with my parents. I rant and cry, starting to bawl because I was starting to realize how much I was leaving- the good, and the bad.
He then got up and walked into the bedroom. After a little while, it started to get eerie, and too quiet. I build up the courage and push the door open a little to make sure my instincts weren't correct. Alas, they were: he was staring at the loaded handgun in the holster, less than a few inches away to reach out and use it. The look in his eyes when he looked back at me made me fearful.
"Please, do NOT hurt yourself!!!"
He tensed up and screamed, "You are not the one to make that desision! GET OUT!!!"
I immediately BOLTED out the door, crying in a panicked fear. Either he was going to kill himself, or someone else- and I'm the nearest person to him.
Luckily I had my phone in my hand the entire time, and I ran down the flight of stairs and called 911. The police arrived in many squad cars and parked far away, so if he decided to come outside, he wouldn't be able to see him and risk open fire. They eventually manage to calm me down enough to give me more information about him, and after a while, manage to get him to walk outside with his hands up. They then took him to the hospital at the psych ward for a mental evaluation.
Things happened after that, like the police escorting me back to him apartment so I could pack a bag and couch surf, and having endless phone calls and Facebook notifications of people making sure I was okay. Truth is, I am totally fine. I am now starting to realize that moving out of here an being with my parents is really going to get me back on track with life. I won't have to work all of the time and panic about rent and bills, I can go to school for Massage Therapy, and eventually I'll move back to this city an do great things for others and myself.
Sorry it took do long to post the entire story. I have been very busy (my last day of work was yesterday) and I will be gathering my things from that apartment in less than an hour. Thank you for all of your best wishes. Everything is going to be just fine!
