Nyktimos said:
I clicked with my girlfriend when we met. We had four or five good years. I've grown, I think. She seems to have become more childish and selfish. She had already had a nervous breakdown before I met her and, in my opinion, is heading for another. She seems to be totally reliant on me emotionally and psychologically. She is not a bad person, but she is not right for me. Apparently, I am still right for her. She will not be told anything she doesn't want to hear.
Am I settling for less? Yeah! There is no way to tell her we are not right for each other that she would accept. It would throw her into complete confusion, and I feel I would be condemning her to another breakdown at best. I know I'm just saving up the pain for later and making myself miserable. But I don't think she can cope! If I did, I would have left her three years ago.
yeah, that's exactly what happened to me...the first 5 years
of the relationship was great. The last 7 became a living hell.
Her father died then we lost our twins within a month.
I felt i had to be strong for her....but she never process any of
her emotions or grieved for her losts.
She went on a gambling, druging, and drinking binge....
to numb everything out becuase she couldn't cope.
It progressively got worst and worst. I found myself living
with a monster or some evil entity. It felt like she became
prosessed by some demonic spirit. The Dr Jeckly and Miss Hyde
routine. She started lying, cheating, stealing, manipultaing, suiecide threats and
bascailly dystroyed eveything that came across her path.
She was also a very violent drunk. If she couldn't have her way in any little thing
all hell would break lose. Then she would wake up the next morning crying like a child.
She'll make me promise her to never leave her inspite of everything to never give up on her.
Just for a little while. Maybe for an hour there was peace...then off she gose again
on her run. I'll either find her passed out on the driveway in her car or our living room floor.
GUILT...I had a lot of freken GUILT TRIPS.
I mean...if she was a happy drunk..and just messed my brians out and didn't cuased any trouble, it
wouldn't bother me one bit. it wasn't like that....she was a berligerent violent drunk and speed freak.
She's still very,very heavily medicated today.
Everytime i see her...It feels like I'm staring at the duaghter
of the devil herself...She's not the same woman i fell in love with.
Phyco ***** is a step up to descibe her. She like a manic depressive.
In other words..she acts like a fucken maniac and fresia up everything. Then she'll get depressed about herself,
but she refuse to get well becuase she's a fucken addict, still numbing the fresia out to cope and running away
from everything. Without the medication she'll go into a deep depression and it gets progressive worst.
I live with her like that for 1 1/2...everybody thinks she's okay when they see her out and about...
But when the medication wears out or the precribtions runs out...she gose into withdraws.
She'll either become very adgitated or lay in bed for days weeping and cry.
Or go into a very, very deep depression until she gets her fucken happy pills.
Her tolerance for the drugs increases and eventaully no matter the amount of drugs, alochol, gambling will cover
up her pains. She looks like any typical person you'll see on the streets or supermarket...but if you take a closer look
There's bags under her eyes, an empty stair or she's in a zone, underneath all of that make up.
The god **** doctors pumped her up with so much mediction or pills. Fucken pushers...
$1500 P/month for all of her pills...(mother's little helpers...The rolling stones)
Dose she want to hear that ???...fresia No..that means the fucken elephant has to die. (living in denial)
Sherry is not there.
I used to pray for Sherry to come home for years...while sherry was sitting in our living room messed up out of her god **** mind.
You can't tell sherry what she dosn't want to hear. I've tried it....Her eyes actaully rolls up into her head somtimes
as if she's going into a siezure.
Sherry is not there...sherry is gone. I can no longer live in denial either.